Pretty in Punk (frerard)

Chapter 10

I sat at the table with Mikey and my dad as we ate dinner. As soon as we were done, we were sent to our rooms to finish our homework. Instead of doing that, I went into Mikey's room and shut the door behind me, sitting next to him on his bed.

"Hey, Gee, what's up?" He asked.

I looked at him in confusion. "Um, the ceiling?"

"No I meant..." Mikey trailed off. "Never mind, what'd you need?"

"What's sex?" I asked.

Mikey choked slightly as he blushed.

"Why are you asking?" He asked.

"Because Frank said we couldn't have sex yet," I said. "He said as long as I was calling it sexxing then we couldn't."

"Well, uh, sex is something that people do together that feels good," he said awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "Usually because they really like the other person."

"Do you and Pete have sex?" I asked.

"Well, um...yeah," he said quietly. "Don't tell dad."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because he's super overprotective after everything that happened with you," Mikey said.

"How does sex feel good?" I asked.

"Oh my god," Mikey muttered. "It's just...why can't Frank explain this to you?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "He said that maybe one day he'd show me."

Mikey blushed as he looked down.

"Well then, that's a bit more information than I needed," Mikey said.

I sighed, laying back on the bed while he wrote something from his textbook onto his notebook.

"What happened to your Mama, Mikey?" I asked.

"She passed away when I was nine," he answered.

"What's that mean?" I asked.

"It means she died, Gee," Mikey stated.

"Oh," I said quietly. "So she went to heaven and is an angel now?"

Mikey gave me a soft smile. "Yeah, Gee, she's an angel."

"My Mama said that when people die they go to heaven in the clouds and become angels to look out for you," I said.

Mikey smiled, a slightly sad look on his face.

"Anyways, it's late, you should get ready for bed," he said.

I nodded, going back to my bedroom. Mr. McDonald is making me keep a journal to write down what happens to me during that day. He says the writing daily will help better with my writing. I pulled out my notebook and my sparkly pink pencil.

I went to Franks house after school and he played his gitar that was attatched the to majic box he calls a amp. Then I went home and we ate and I talked with Mikey and then now I'm righting this.

I put my notebook away, changing into my pajamas. I snuggled up under my blanket and turned off the light. However, I couldn't fall asleep. I picked up my phone and texted Frank instead.

GeeBear: i miss you

Daddy: I miss you too, princess

GeeBear: I'm board, I wanna see you again

Daddy: I wanna see you too

My phone started ringing and I gasped happily. I answered it, pressing the phone to my ear.