Pretty in Punk (frerard)

Chapter 9

I walked into art class happily. My pretty frilly dress swishing around my thighs. I sat next to Frank and smiled at him. He Leaned over and kissed my cheek and I giggled happily.

"What'd Mr. McDonald say about your paper?" Frank asked.

I pouted slightly as I crossed my arms.

"He got a red pen and started writing all over my paper," I complained.

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry," he said.

"I worked so hard on it and then he ruined it," I said.

He rubbed my back gently and I smiled.

"Anyways, wanna come back to my place after school?" Frank asked.

"Can we have kissies?" I asked.

"Of course we can," he confirmed.

"I gots to tell my dad though so he doesn't worry," I said.

I grabbed my art stuff and spread it onto the table.

"My Mama used to worry about me all the time," I said. "That's why she kept me safe. The world is dangerous, she always told me so. Said there was mean people who are very bad."

I picked up my pencil and started drawing.

"Gee, this place really isn't all that bad," Frank said. "Sometimes it may seem scary and horrible but there will always be a good thing within it, no matter how small."

I looked over at him.

"That's what my grandpa used to say when I was younger and used to have nightmares," Frank said.

"I have nightmares too," I said. "About the time I was taken from my Mama, it was very really scary."

He gave me a soft kiss and I smiled.

"Fags," I heard someone say.

Frank glared at them and I looked at him in confusion.

"What's a fag?" I asked.

"Nothing, sweetheart," he replied, scowling slightly. "Just a cigarette."

"What's a cigarette?" I asked.

Frank looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"Just a really bad thing that causes cancer," he said.

"What's cancer?" I asked.

"Oh, Jesus," frank muttered. "Today is not the day I wanted to teach you about the bad things."

"So there are bad things?" I asked. "Mama was right?"

"There's good things too," Frank said. "I'm a good thing. I am good, right?"

I giggled quietly. "Yeah, you're really good, da--"

"Maybe you shouldn't call me that in front of other people," he interrupted.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because not everyone would understand," he said.

I was still confused but I instead just kept drawing. Class ended and I texted my dad that I was going to Frank's house. I swung our hands between us as we walked to his car. Frank's car was weird. There were two seats in the front and three seats in the back. The rest of it was completely flat!

"What kinda car is this?" I asked as he opened my door for me.

"It's a truck," he said.

"But I thought trucks were those big, scary, rumbly cars that Mikey showed me," I said.