The New Kid

Chapter 4

-Frank’s POV-

Oh god…. He asked… what do I do… I can’t answer this without scaring him away probably…. Im so confused and scared… dear god HELP ME

“Well Frankie? What do you mean you don’t like girls?” Gerard asked again this time looking at me.

We were parked in his driveway, his eyes burying into me,and all I could do was stare at the floor silent… I can’t tell him… not yet I just ca-

Gerard grabbed my hand and I looked at it bewildered, I was shocked, I was confused and he was… smiling?

“Frank, if you’re gay I really don’t care. Because well…. i…. I know some gay guys, they’re really cool.” He pulled his hand away smiling then laughed “Come on let’s get inside and do our homework then I’ll take you home.” And he got out of the car.

I looked around, no fricken way.

“Gerard is this Pin Oak Village?” He nodded slowly like I was some kind of moron, that meany face! I inner huffed and crossed my arms then I answered all high pitched and overly gay “I live in this neighborhood buddeh!”

He laughed and we walked inside, “So you are gay?” I nodded and sipped on a coke I had gotten from the fridge and leaned against the wall staring at him. He was looking at me and stepped closer, something flashed through his eyes and his hand fell down my cheek slowly and cupped the back of my neck pulling me closer, his lips were inches from mine and I wanted him to kiss me so badly… then the front door slammed and a voices rolled down the hall and Gerard shook his head stepping away.

“Hey brothhhaaaaa!!!!!!!” Mikey howled pulling a girl into the room then hugging her waist kissing her very… uh… messy….

“Ye, he’s kinda a coke head, and brings a girl home all the time, lets uh… go before we see something that would cause mental damage.” So me and Gerard went to his room. It was dark and well, Goth. It had black walls with neon paint splattered over it with black drapes and a black and white bedspread with blood red paint splattered over it. His bookshelves were filled with comic books, sketch books, how to draw this and that books, pencils and prisma colors and so so much random crap. He really needed to clean because his floor was COVERED in old papers, messed up sketches, food wrappers, various assortments of clothes and drink cans. I felt like I was in a dump, and I was pretty sure that coke can just blinked at me.

“Sheesh Gee ever heard of a trash can? A vacuum?” I plugged my nose and my voice came out sounding ridiculous, “The washer and dryer?!” He scowled at me and stuck his tongue out pulling out his sketch pad and a charcoal pencil.

“Lay down on the bed and I’ll sketch you.” He smirked and laughed when I made a ‘Whhhhhaaaaaattttttttt’ face. So I sat on the edge of the bed, legs open, elbows on my knees leaning forward and my bangs in my face smirking. Gee laughed and started sketching and 30 minutes later I was holding a black charcoal portrait of myself and it was amazing. It looked like an old time photo, like not even a drawing but a picture form a camera.

“This is amazing!” I said looking over the picture in awe, I knew he was good but not this good. “Gerard just… wow… I’m shocked… this is…. This is the most amazing picture I’ve ever seen!” He blushed and sat on the bed casually looking at me innocently and oh so shy and adorable and I squealed. “HOLD IT!!!!!!!” And I began to sketch the most beautiful man on earth.

An hour later Gerard was looking at my drawing, it wasn’t nearly as good as his but I had got him  just about perfectly just not in all the detail I would have liked.  So Gee was helping me shade and add the finishing details.

“See? Under the eyes and here…. Some here… and add the wrinkles and folds in the clothes and… done.”  He was directing me on how to finish my drawing but I was just staring at his lips, wanting them so badly…. “Uh…. Frankie?”

I shook my head blushing deep red and coming back to the real world, “Yes?”

“Don’t move okay?” He said and I nodded confused, and his hand cupped my face moving close, his lips were right in front of mine and I was shaking with want. God do it…. Please do it…. Please be the first Gee please…

“Frankie, I really want to…. Uh… never mind…” DAMMIT, I blinked so confused.

I scooted closer to him, our knees touching and looked him in the eye, “Gerard tell me, please…” I begged with my eyes and hoped he was about to say what I was hoping he was about to say!

“Frankie… I want to kiss you…"