Cabin of Bad Dreams and Towel Scenes

.eight.

"So let me get this straight, our plans for today are to waste this pack of cigarettes and each other's time?"

He nodded, "Yup."

"I like that idea."

"I knew you would," he smiled, "so where do you wanna waste time?"

"There's this really cool place behind the fort for a bit, I think you'll like it."

We headed out of the house, lighter and smokes in our pockets, and I lead him to a tiny cliff side that I was sure would spook him a bit. To my surprise, he sat right on the edge and patted the ground next to him for me to join. I smiled, shaking my head.

His hand found mine, "Its really beautiful, Frankie."

Just like you.

"It is, isn't it?" I said quietly, taking my eyes off of him to look at the view.

There was so many trees, but the fog and blue sky made for a beautiful sight. The cliff we sat on was more of a sharp drop off of a hill. The trees below would stop a fall, but it still wouldn't be pleasant. The grass was soft and a bright green color. It was mildly damp from the fog, but not uncomfortable. No matter how breathtaking this view was, I thought that Gerard was the real view.

He was... beautiful.

I looked back at him and couldn't help but stare. His hair was fluffy and placed in a cute way. It shaped his face and made him look really youthful and joyful. His cheeks were pink from the slight wind and probably from our hands touching. His lips curled into a shy smile as his gorgeous hazel eyes met mine.

"Frank...? You're staring." He stared back, an adorable confused look on his face.

I smiled, "Yeah, sorry."

"No apologizing, Frankie." He smirked.

"Goddamnit, Gee." I sighed.

He dug the smokes from my pocket, "Shall we waste each other's time?"

I lit the cigarette that was now between his lips, noticing how full they were, "Most definitely."

He handed me the cigarette and I looked at him, "You want to share?"

"We only have ten left in that pack, this way, we can get more out of it." He put it between my fingers.

I chuckled, taking a drag, "Whatever you say, Gee."

He put an arm around me, resting his hand on my waist. I scooted closer to him and he smiled, taking the cigarette from me and taking a long drag. He blew smoke on my neck and I shivered. Laughing, he squeezed my side. I leaned into his touch and his cheeks turned a brighter shade of pink.

"I love recording you." He said suddenly on our 5th cigarette.

"Yeah?" I blew smoke past him.

"I just never want to forget your face. It's too nice to forget. And your laugh... it's too bubbly to forget. Your smile is precious and just- ah... Frank, I don't know if you... I, uh, I... after the time we've spent together, I think that I, uh..." he trailed off, looking at his lap.

I removed the cigarette that he just put between his lips, brushing his hair from his face. He looked up at me, his hazel eyes swelling with surprise and what I hoped was what I felt towards him. I ran my hand through his hair and let it rest on the back of his head. I leaned in about an inch and looked at him for me to continue. He just looked at me and then my lips as a response. I leaned in all the way, his lips touching mine. He inhaled sharply and grabbed the back of my jacket. I smiled into the kiss, internally jumping for joy. He giggled, breaking the kiss.

His eyes met mine and a dorky smile spread across my face. He smiled back, cupping my cheek with his hand. He kissed me this time, making it last longer. I couldn't help but laugh, too.

Every cigarette was spent giggling, kissing, and talking while we blew smoke in each other's faces. To say it was the best moment of my life was an understatement.

"So I take that you like me, too?" He took a drag.

"Whatever have you that idea?" I said, putting my forehead to his.

I opened my mouth to say something else, and he took that chance to blow smoke straight into my mouth. I turned away, trying not to cough, and exhaled. I looked at him with an annoyed look.

He just smirked, "That's what you get for being sarcastic, Frankie."

"Well I'm not sorry." I retorted.

He was silent for a moment, passing me the cigarette. I watched him think and all of a sudden his face got unbelievably sad.

"Frank, are you leaving me here? Will I ever see you again? We only have three days left with each other, Frank, I-"

"Gee! I'm not leaving you here. Trust me. I'll take you with me to my apartment. It might make for an interesting story, but who cares. I won't leave you here." I petted his hair.

"Promise?" He smiled.

"Promise." I kissed his forehead.