The Emo School (A Fanfic)

Chapter 38

My eyes flicker open and I am met with a wall of darkness. As my eyes adjust to the light my surroundings begin to form. Where am I? Oh, that's right. I'm at the Emo School Hospital. Patrick and Frank told me what happened yesterday. I broke my leg and two ribs and bruised my other leg. I was apparently very, very drunk and got hit by a car. I could have died.

Then Frank ran all the way to me. Shit. Frank. I kissed Frank. I inhale deeply. I kissed Frank. Well, Frank kissed me, but I kissed him back. I didn't have to kiss him back. I could've pulled away. But, of course, I kissed him back. Why do I keep telling myself I don't like him and then doing things like this? The fact that I kissed him worries me. But what worries me more is that it felt good. Kissing Frank feels good, really good.

I'm not meant to like Frank. I'm really not. But I do. There's no point denying anymore because it's just going to happen again. It's inevitable - I just can't keep away from him. The best part is I think Frank likes me back. A tingly feeling spreads across my body. Frank likes me. No he doesn't. Why would he like somebody like me? Shut up, I tell myself. If he didn't like you he wouldn't have kissed you, would he? I reason. But Frank's a man. I'm not gay. Am I? How do you figure these things out? I've never really felt quite like this before. I mean, I've had crushes, of course. I've had girlfriends in the past, who I felt some level of affection for. And then there was Bert McCracken. No. Don't think about Bert. Think about anything but Bert I command myself, and it works. Bert is just a memory shut up neatly in a box in my head of all the shit I'm trying to forget. I soon go back to daydreaming about Frank and forget all about Bert.

The door opens just as I'm fantasising about Frank's soft, brown hair and warm hazel eyes. Patrick comes in, turning on the light. The room lights up. "Hey, Gee." He greets me.
"Hey, Patrick." I say, glad to have a break from my own mind.
"I'm just going to check your vitals and hook you up to a fresh IV." Patrick says. I tense up. "Will it involve needles?" I ask anxiously. Patrick senses my discomfort.
"Yup. Just one, though." He says.
"Do I have to?" I ask nervously.
"I'm afraid so, but Frank will be here as well." He reassures me. I get the feeling he knows. "Thanks, Patrick," I say, sincerely.

He sets down a mug of coffee on my bedside table. "Coffee's for you." He says cheerily, sipping his own. "Thanks," I say, blissfully inhaling its sweet scent. He laughs, seeing my love for coffee. "I'll leave you till Frank gets back," He says. He winks and leaves. He's definitely me. I suppose it doesn't really matter. It's only Patrick.

I sip my coffee. It warms my hands and I smile. There's nothing I love more than coffee. Except Frank. No. Not except Frank, because I'm not gay. Definitely. So why do I  feel so tingly around him? Am I gay? I can't be gay, right? Yeah..I couldn't possibly be gay I need to stop thinking about this.

Suddenly the door flung open and I saw Frank standing in the doorway.

"Hey!" He said somewhat cheerfully. I smiled awkwardly as Frank walked over to me. "We need to talk..."

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Imma new author here cause someone quit. I'm Alex and I'm sorry if I'm awful.
-alexthedankmeme