I just couldn't sleep tonight. The moon shone through the curtains and cast a beautiful dull white light that just kept me awake. I lay in bed wondering if Frank was also still awake.
I sit up in my bed and step onto the cold hard wood floors that seemed to glow as the moonlight poured over them. I begin to make my way through the quiet house that I had been sharing with Frank until I found a place of my own. My parents had recently kicked me out of the house because I wasn't the trophy child that they had wanted. My parents were quite strict and I liked to make my own room. I was the child who was independent and made my own decisions. I had made decisions my parents hadn't approved of before like getting tattoos and going to concerts but when they found out that I had sneaked out a few nights in a row to attend friends parties that was the last straw. I had called my best friend Frank Iero from the band My Chemical Romance and askedd him if I could stay with him for awhile until I found a job and a place to stay, of course he agreed.
When I snapped out of my little trance of resenting my parents I found my self at the door of Franks room. I didn't knock before I entered in fear of waking him if he was asleep. Frank was laying on his bed eyes open when I walked in.
"Can't sleep either?" I asked startling him. He sat up straight and looked at me shaking his head. I linger in the door way for a bit before he looks up at me again. He tapped a spot on the bed inviting me to sit down.
"the moon's really pretty tonight." I chime in after a bit of silence, not awkward silence but a comfortable one I was almost afraid to break. We're now both laying on his bed looking up at the ceiling of his room, being showered by thin rays of moonlight being sliced into section by the partially open blinds covering his window.
"Yeah," He agrees in a soft voice I never heard him use before. "I don't remember a time when it was this beautiful." There was another moment of silence, before I continue to speak.
"Frank," I say turning to looked at him as he stares at the ceiling. He seemed to glow in the moonlight, all of his features highlighted in a way that made my breath hitch for a moment. I don't know if I had ever looked at Frank like this before. He was gorgeous. I almost forgot I was going to say something until he looked at me with eyes that seemed to shimmer as they gazed expectantly at me. I sigh shaking off any feeling I just had. "I got a job yesterday."
"Does that mean..." He seemed disappointed but I shoved it off as my mind playing tricks on me.
"Yeah I'm gonna start looking for a place to stay, and then I'll be out of your hair. I say giving him a small forced smile. I didn't really want to leave, but I didn't want to intrude. He didn't reply he just turn his gaze back up, and after a few moments of looking at him I let out a small barely audible sigh and do the same. There was more silence but it was no longer a warm comfortable it was now a sad one that chilled my skin. I had this feeling deep in my gut that made me feel as if I were going to cry. I don't know why I felt such an attachment to Frank all of a sudden, that I had never felt in all my years of knowing him. This feeling had started as a small little something a few weeks ago when I moved in, but it had soon grown into something I didn't understand. A feeling that made me want to smile and laugh but at the same time burst into tears.
I think we had been sitting in silence for at least 20 minutes before Frank spoke. What he said caught me of guard.
"Stay." He said with desperation apparent in his voice. We turned to look at each other his eyes filled with sadness his features contorted by a frown.
"I..." Before I could get any words out he cut my off.
"Wait, I want to explain, and if you don't feel the same I understand and you can leave but I need to tell you. Ever since you moved in I, I just felt something in the pit of my stomach. It was as if this was the first time I got to see you, the real you, and you're beautiful. I don't know if this makes sense but you have this aura to you, this sort of glow. You always look so gorgeous. When you're wearing your big over-sized t-shirts just walking around the house, laughing and being yourself, your-clumsy, goofy, wonderful-self, I can't help but stare. In those moments your more beautiful then you every were all dressed up with your hair done and your makeup on. These little moments led me to thinking that I want to see you like that more often and that...that I love you, and everything about you." I was in shock. Is that what that feeling was that I was feeling deep in my gut. I couldn't speak my body wasn't functioning, and I was to paralyzed to speak. frank took this as 'I don't love you back and began to ramble.
"Oh but if you don't feel the same that's okay, I still wanna be friends and hang out like we always do. I didn't mean anything by that, well I did but, you know I..." I cut him off with a kiss. Not a lustful one, but a passionate closed mouth kiss that conveyed the message that I found hard to say just a moment earlier. The kiss only lasted for a few seconds but it had seemed like forever.
"Oh" he said quietly, and grinned. I nodded a smile spreading across my face. Frank came closer and wrapped his arms around me. I curled up into his side and rested my head on his chest. We booth let out a sigh of contentment.
"I was so afraid that I was going to find a place and leave without telling you how I felt." I said relieved "but I guess you solved that problem for me." We both laughed a bit.
"And I was afraid that after I told you you would leave me and never come back." We both sighed again.
"So guess this means your staying." Frank said smiling as I nuzzle into his chest a bit more.
"Frankie after what you just said your never getting rid of me." We both laughed again. "Does this mean I get to meet your band?" I say hopefully pulling my head up to look at him.
"I guess so." He says with a chuckle, amused by my sudden change of topic. I let out a small squeak of excitement before kissing him a bit more forcefully this time. When I pull back wee both laugh some more. We spent the rest of the night talking and giggling, wrapped in each others arms. We talked for so long and it felt right like this is where I was meant to be.
When I finally had fallen asleep on Frank's chest the flashing numbers on his clock indicated that it was 4:39. The last thing I felt before drifting of was Franks lips grazing across my head and the thumping og his heart pounding in his chest.
