Gerard
I woke up and checked the time. Fuck. It was only 6am. What the fuck am I meant to do until Frankie gets up? Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door, I wearily opened it and there stood Frank's mom, fully dressed and smiling at me. 'I'm making some coffee, you want any?' I yawned a slightly muffled 'Yes please Mrs Iero', but she blushed and politely said, 'Please, call me Linda, Mrs Iero is my mother!'
***
We had been downstairs, chatting and drinking coffee for about an hour. We were talking about Frankie when a bedraggled version of himself appeared in the doorway. 'Hey, Gee, Mom', he grinned.
'Well, good morning , Frankie', I said, batting my eyelashes at him.
'You boys had better go get dressed, don't want to be late do you?' Linda suggested, smiling.
'Fine', Frank replied grumpily, grabbing me by the hand and dragging me up the stairs, where he pinned me against the wall, staring into my eyes, biting his lip. I shivered nervously and he must have felt it because he eagerly pressed his lips to mine, our tongues clashing together, making knots in my stomach. He ran one hand up my back and knotted his other in my hair as I pulled him closer to me by the waist. He sighed into my mouth, making me blush a violent red.
'Better get dressed then...' he groaned. Frankie put a finger on my nose and said three words that made my heart do back flips, 'To be continued.' Fuck, he is one sexy motherfucker.
Frank
I got dressed quickly, then I turned to watch Gee. Damn he was hot... Apparently my 'front area' thought so too as I took a quick look at the situation in my pants. He turned around and winked as he said, 'Maybe I could fix that for you...' seductively in my ear. My stomach knotted at the thought.
'I'll - uh, I-I'll go t-take care of this - um.' I stuttered as I half ran to the bathroom, locking the door.
After I'd taken care of my little problem, I went back to my room, to find Gerard fully dressed, sitting on my bed.
'Heyy Baby', he winked at me.
'H-hey', I stuttered, God he made me so fucking nervous, I mean what the actual fuck?
'Aw, baby what's up?' he pouted at me, with puppy dog eyes.
'I-i... We'd better get to school I suppose...' I shivered as he kissed my cheek. I looked him in the eyes and sat him on the bed.
'Baby, do you think we're taking this a little too fast?' I looked at him as he sighed, hugging me.
'Yeah, kinda... We can slow things down if you want to?'
'I think that'd be best...' I sighed as he hugged me. He kissed my hands and pulled me downstairs to the kitchen, where my mom was sitting, reading her magazine.
'We're going to school Mom, we might go to Starbucks later, don't wait up!
'Bye boys, have a good day.'
'Later Mrs Iero!'
'Gerard, I've told you already, it's Linda!'
'Bye Linda!' I looked at him, butterflies creeping into my stomach. He was the hottest boy I'd ever had the delight of meeting, but we'd only met, what, yesterday? I mean, really he's gorgeous and his brother's a cutie, even if he is like seventeen. And his mom's so nice too. But anywhore, we walked to school, casually bumping shoulders every few minutes,until we met up with Mikey on our way.
'Hey Gee, Frankenstein.' Low blow Michael, low blow.
'Hey Michael James.' I shot back, teasing and pulling tongues at him. He pulled a face at me.
'Aw, Gee! You told him?' God, why are seventeen year old's always either whining or angry?
'Well no, my wonderful companion, called Unicorn, did while I was asleep.'
'Gee, don't be an ass.'
'Yeah Gee, don't be an ass.' I chimed in with my best Mikey imitation.
'Assholes.' Mikey muttered as he walked ahead to meet his friends Ray, Bob, Pete, Patrick, Joe, Andy and his girlfriend Alicia.
'That kid has more friends than I've ever had! I mean, what the fuck!?' Gerard just laughed as I thought aloud.
Gerard
Slow.... We're taking this slow, remember? Slow down the sexy thoughts about him. Slow down the imagining what you'd let him do to you - or you do to him......... Slow, yes? No, not slow, I can't do this, he's fucking perfect and what am I? A fat, moaning bitch, that's what I am. No, I didn't want to take this slow, but I didn't want to ruin what we had either...
Walking to school was kinda weird. I slipped my arm around his shoulders and made casual conversation. It was going great until the topic of ex's came up.
'So, what have your past relationships - before this - been like?'
'Um, pretty casual. Well there was this one girl, Eve - Yvonne - who, I don't know, I loved her, I really did but uh, something happened - um, well to cut a long story short, she became depressed, overdosed and died. I - uh, I don't really like talking about it....' This was the first time I'd told anyone, nobody - not even Mom or Mikey - knew about Eve, it was like she was my own, depressing, little secret. I didn't want it to be like that, so it felt good to finally tell someone.
'Oh... Oh my god, I'm so sorry!' Frank looked at me, tears filling his eyes, 'You poor thing, I'm so sorry!'
'It was a long time ago, it's ok now, I guess...'
'It's not okay, it won't be until you come to terms with what happened. How old were you?'
'Fourteen, like I said it was a long time ago...' I tried to fake a smile as we arrived at school.
Frank
I felt so sorry for him! Here I was talking about all of my past relationships, and I didn't even know about his! This is why I asked to take it slow!
Anywhore, school went pretty average, sat by Gee in all the lessons we had together, went to the cafeteria, sat by Gee, Mikey and his friends, more lessons and then school was done for the day. Starbucks was interesting. I found out he plays piano, guitar and he sings!
I had a surprise waiting for me at home, my mom's face was solemn as I walked through the door alone (Gee was eating dinner at his house). She sighed, handing me an envelope as she said the four words I hated most when put together.
'It's from your father.'
My stomach knotted, I had a headache and I felt sick. I didn't want this I didn't need this. That selfish bastard!
I snatched the envelope and stormed upstairs, opening the letter as soon as the door was shut. It said:
'Fronkkkk,
I ham writingd thiss wheen I'mm drunh, I sah yoiu tahdoy wit yourrr boifwend you fag. Bbut I alsoo sah de wah yoh trehted thah hathr in Storbwcks. Ihm prowdd og yoh sonn, sahrry fah alllll se tings Ife did wong, i sowwy Frnk, ples furguv meh.
yoir fathr.'
No. Fuck! He could not do this! He can't just barge back into my life - drunk might I add - and expect to get away with it. Not this time. Not again...
