Unexpected (MxM) (Completed)

Chapter Nine- I Love You

Chapter Nine-

Moth

"You can pull up to the house."

I don't respond, but I do pull down the road and into the driveway, putting my kickstand down. Frankie climbs off the bike just as the front door swings open, revealing a very angry-looking Sawyer. That can't be good.

Frankie freezes in place as he storms over to us, grabbing the helmet on Frankie's head to yank it off. When the strap breaks, Frankie lets out a yelp and rubs his chin where it must've scraped him.

Sawyer throws the helmet on the ground and glares at Frankie before yelling at him. "Where the fuck have you been?"

Frankie glares back, holding his gaze in defiance. "Why are you so mad? I haven't been gone that long."

"Mad? I'm furious. It's three in the morning! Are you stupid? I found out you weren't in your room and after I called you a million times I found your phone in there. I thought you got kidnapped! Why would you leave the house without having a way to contact us?"

The question was rhetorical, but I can see how bad Frankie is starting to feel. I know he doesn't like that everyone was worrying about him, but he was having the best day ever. Now this is all he's going to remember from tonight.

"I'm sorry. Will has Moth's phone number. We didn't know it would die." He mumbles, his eyes falling to the ground rather than looking into Sawyers any longer.

He's making himself meek and small again. Of course right when I get him to look up and see the world, Sawyer makes him look down at the ground again. I know it wasn't the smartest decision, but Frankie deserves to have fun. I don't want anything to turn him into a bitter cynic like Sawyer is.

I love his optimism. I love his glass always being half full. I love the way he sees beauty in everyone. I love his innocence and purity that never dims no matter what things we do with each other. I love that he always sees the good in people. Even people like me who have hardly any good to see. I love everything about him. I love Frankie.

"Will told me you snuck out after Moth wasn't answering his calls either. I've been looking everywhere for you. I went to that stupid bar and they said they hadn't seen you in hours. I went to his house and his mom didn't even know he was gone. What is wrong with you? I called the police because I thought you were missing."

"It wasn't his fault. It was my idea, and I'm the one who kept him out all night instead of coming back after the show."

"Shut up." Sawyer snaps at me before turning his attention back to Frankie. "Go inside."

"Please don't yell at him. It's not his fault. I wanted to go and I didn't like that you wouldn't let me-"

"It wasn't a question, Franklin. Go inside now."

He shifts slightly, but I reach over to grab his hand and gesture towards the house. "It's okay. Goodnight, Barbie."

Frankie looks at me for a moment before reaching his hands up to take my helmet off and press his lips to mine. He kisses me deeply even using his tongue to trail against my lip before pulling away and handing the helmet back to me.

"Goodnight, Ken."

I want to say it. I want to tell him that I love him, but it doesn't seem like the best time. I don't want the first time I say it to be in front of Sawyer.

Once Frankie gets inside, Sawyer turns his attention to me. I'm sure he's used to intimidating the kids into obeying whatever he says, but I'm not the kind of kid who blindly follows authority.