"Hurry up Frank!"
That is that beautiful annoying sound of my mother. Every Sunday since I was like five, I've had to hear that noise. Know why? Church. Stupid ass church. Don't get me wrong I believe in Jesus and what not but I don't like the fact that he doesn't believe in same sex relationships.
You see, my family is made up of Christians. Like hardcore Christians. They don't believe anything that the bible tells them not to believe in. That includes same sex relationships.
This bothers me a lot, considering I'm gay. Oh yes, Frank Anthony Iero the third isn't straight. People say I'm the 'lady killer'; that's just a cover for my family. I'm as gay as it gets. I'm a pure faggot and I'm fucking proud. I just can't show it.
"Frankie!" The same beautiful annoying voice shouted followed by heavy footsteps on the stairs. "I'm almost ready, ma!" I yelled back.
I slipped on my shirt and looked in the mirror. I was never really pleased by my appearance. But I knew I wasn't ugly. I just never really liked my body.
I sighed and opened my door to see a frowning mother and a furious father. "We're late!" my father shouted. "We have to pick up your cousin, Franklin! Do you know how late we're gonna be?!" My mother joined. "I dont know, and I really don't care."
Oh shit, bad move Iero. "Excuse me?" The anger on my mothers face worsened. "Nothing." I replied quickly. "That's enough. Let's get going before we're more late than what we already are." My dad said, saving me from my mothers yells and possible slap.
We all jumped into the car, my dad driving, my mother in the passenger seat and me, in the back seat. I guess now would be a great time to introduce myself, isn't it? I'm Frank Iero, like you don't already know. Im 16 years old. My mothers name is Linda Iero, and my father, his name is Frank as well. If you don't pick that up from when I said "Frank Anthony Iero the third" my grandpa's name is Frank too. Obviously.
That's pretty much my whole family. I have a very close cousin though, she's like my sister. Her name is Danni Iero. She's my first cousin and the cousin I'm about to pick up right now. She's literally perfection to me. And she likes my current band! Pencey Prep baby.
But back to the basics, she knows everything about me. She knows that I'm gay, that I have a tattoo on my shoulder that my parents don't know about, (it's a Black Flag tattoo by the way, they're my favorite band.) and she knows that I'm not a virgin anymore. Yes, I'm gay. But I wasn't always gay. I used to like girls.
Back when I was 14, I saw this very attractive girl. And of course my heart ached for her. Well...I thought it was my heart. I'm pretty sure it was my boner. She was the slut of 8th grade. And Frankie wanted her. And of course, Frankie got her. In bed.
I left her shortly after that. I felt so disgusted with myself. It really felt weird. I didn't like having straight sex. That's when I tried something. A week after that night, I stuck my hair brush up my ass. At first it hurt, but then it felt really nice. That's when I figured out I was gay. I was pretty much always attracted to boys, but my brain would tell me it's wrong and I should leave it alone. But I got over that.
"Hey Frankie!" My cousin Danni squealed, interrupting my thoughts. She clicked on her seatbelt and my parents greater her as she closed the car door shut. "Hey babe." I smiled and kissed her cheek.
She giggled and poked my stomach. "Don't do that! I'm squishy and that feels weird!" I laughed. This just caused her to giggle even more. I rolled my eyes.
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I was lost in my thoughts for the remaining 10 minutes of the drive, but when we finally pulled up to the church, I mentally groaned. Church was kinda depressing for me. "Ready?" My mom asked opening the door me for me, "we're extremely late." I nodded, "I guess."
