Cabin of Bad Dreams and Towel Scenes

.seven.

There was a week left of my time there. It went by so fast... I was sad about it, really. Gerard on the other hand was going to make this week the best week of my life, whatever that meant, I didn't know. Until I woke up on Monday morning and found him making breakfast in the kitchen. I remembered bringing some bread and jam, so that's what he was making. Toast.

I stood in the doorway, sleepily yawning and brushing my messy hair from my face. He turned around and looked at me for a bit and then smiled, "Morning sleeping beauty. Or should I say the beast? That's some interesting hair."

"My hair ain't teal, Gerard." I said, walking over to him and patting him on the head.

He fixed his hair, "At least I have a style."

"I have one!" I exclaimed defensively.

He giggled, handing me my plate, "Here's your breakfast, grumpy."

I took it and mumbled a thanks. He carried his own plate and a cup of tea. He asked if we could sit in the open area together and talk while we ate. I assumed it was one of his 'bonding time' things, but after all this, I didn't mind.

I studied him for a moment while he drank his tea, "Do you want some?"

He handed it to me and I hesitated for a second before he smiled at me, telling me it was fine. I placed my lips directly where his had been, I made sure I did that for some creepy reason, and took a sip. It was really fucking good. I handed it back to him, swallowing, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

He giggled, "Good yeah?"

I made a pleased noise for my agreement.

"Vanilla Chai. Steeped for three minutes. Two spoonfuls of sugar. I found a whole box of them in the way back of the pantry. Cool, right!?" He looked so excited, and that made me happy.

"Yeah," I nodded, "probably a few years old, but that tastes amazing."

"Is it cause you drank from my cup?" He smiled, watching me blush, "I saw you. You put your lips exactly where mine were."

"Coincidence." I said evenly.

"Totally a coincidence." He mocked me, taking a drink.

I took a bite out of my toast, "So what are our plans for this week?"

He swallowed, "You'll know when we do them, Frankie."

He looked at me, seeing the effects the nickname had on me. I smiled, "You're so stubborn, Gee."

He smiled at his shortened name. We chatted for a bit between bites about this and that. He mentioned the river nearby and I said maybe I could show it to him, but he said not until Friday. He apparently had every day planned out. Whenever I suggested something to do, he just tutted and shook his head. Then he'd go on to explain that'd we'd do that later and so on and so forth. He was being stubborn, and I liked it. I liked him in general, and the way he hit the light almost perfectly was not helping. I wanted to use him again.

He set his things down, done. I had finished a bit ago, but I just liked sitting and listening to him. He scooted closer, testing my limits. I allowed. If he were to touch my waist and play with my hair, I would've allowed. He had me around his fingers and I was finally glad to admit it.

He smiled, "Frankie?"

"Yeah, Gee?"

He cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. He held my hand and I watched him, a smile on my face, "Is it okay if I do this?"

I nodded, "Totally okay."

"Do you know how to dance?" He whispered.

"Not really," I paused, "Why do you-"

Before I could finish, he had hit play on an iPod connected to my amp and made me stand up. He placed my hand on his waist and the other on his shoulder. I grinned at the sudden contact. He started to lead me, counting, giving me pointers on where to place my feet and such. We did this for awhile, until the song ended.

He pulled me closer, "Ready for a faster one?"

A more up pace song followed and I did my best to lead him, because that's what what he told me to do. I spun him a few times, just to show him my 'great' skills. His giggles were contagious. I laughed along with him, spinning him out and then pulling him back in, close to my chest. I dipped him the best I could and the song promptly ended. No more songs followed. Gerard stared up at me with those pretty hazel eyes and my pink cheek tint turned into a red shade. I stood him up straight and let go, but he kept hold of my hand, squeezing it lightly.

"You did really good, Frankie," he smiled, "I can't wait for the rest of the week."

Another day spent with him meant another fun-filled, laughter infested, blushing infused, and overall hesitant touching 24 hours. And that was the world to me. I may have found myself, but I think he was a part of myself. I just wondered how I would bring home a teal and black haired boy back to my place and my mother not question how I met him. I knew she'd be okay with the gay part, but she'd probably assume that I didn't stay at the cabin the whole time. That would be a fun story to tell. Especially how we met...

"Wanna go to the fort?"

"Most definitely."