A Love That's So Demanding

It Wasn't A Wet Dream!

Frank’s biggest fear was just confirmed. He closed his eyes and his stomach did back flips.

        “Frank? What’s wrong?” His aunt walked over to him and touched his arm, making him shutter.

        “Uhm..it’s just a stomach ache.” He muttered and slowly opened his eyes. She had a concerned look on her face, a motherly look.

        “Want me to get you something? You don’t look so good.” She said, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly. He shook his head, (fake) smiling at her.

        “No I’ll be fine.” He walked past her into his room and sat on his bed. She walked in and stood in front of him. She wasn’t entirely convinced.

        He actually felt sick. The thought of having to sit at the same table with him. He wanted to vomit. Why did he feel this way? He didn’t know him and he was acting like they had done something horrible together. They hadn’t even had a real conversation, but tonight they would. His aunt would force him to converse and be outgoing. That was exactly what he wasn’t. He didn’t want to talk or be outgoing. What would he talk about with him? ‘Hey Gerard, I just had a weird dream about you where you stalked me. Oh and I like the way you say my name. I think I’m sexually attracted to you.’ Yeah, no. Frank shut his eyes again as another wave of sickness passed over him.

        “Frankie, are you sure?” His aunt asked. She never called him Frankie unless she was genuinely worried about him.

        “No really. I’m fine. I will go change and I’ll be down in a minute okay? I promise.” He flashed her a fake smile, before grabbing some clothes and walking down the hall and into the bathroom.

        “Okay, well we’re going to start eating!” She shouted, before he shut the door.

        He turned the light on, staring at his reflection in the mirror above the sink. He looked really pale and sleepy, but also nervous. He turned the sink on and splashed some cold water on his face, trying to calm down. Tonight wouldn’t be that bad. He could get through this. It was one night of awkwardness. He could deal with it. Just act normal and he would be back in his room in no time.

        He looked down at the clothes he had chosen and began putting them on. He had brought a black button up shirt and a pair of black jeans. He left his Misfits shirt on underneath and slipped the black button up shirt on. He took off his black sweatpants and slid his jeans on. After buttoning up his shirt and zipping up his jeans, he stared up at his reflection again. He could do this. He didn’t look half bad anyway. He sighed, turning the light off and trudging down the stairs.

        When he made it to the bottom landing, he could hear voices coming from the dining room. He walked slowly, slightly dragging his feet. His was in no hurry to get there. He stood outside the door and breathed deeply before entering.

        “-and that’s when I told him that his pants were completely muddy on the side.” My aunt laughed and everyone joined in. She must have been telling everyone that story of when we went camping last summer. When he entered however, everyone fell silent and stared at him. He felt highly uncomfortable.

        He cleared his throat before speaking. “Sorry I’m late..” He looked around the table at everyone’s faces. His aunt was wearing a disapproving glare and so was his uncle. As his gaze traveled farther down the table he noticed a woman with straight chocolate hair and a gloomy expression sitting next to a burly man with short black hair and a black mustache. They must be Gerard’s parents. Then his eyes fell upon Gerard himself. He looked highly out of place wearing all black in this pastel room. His eyes were trained on his plate and he looked slightly under the weather.