Dark and Dirty Like You've Never Seen

Crazy For You

On the drive back, Frank filled me in on the big things I wasn’t aware of along with some smaller, funnier things about him. I learned that though he was an only child. His mother had quite a few miscarriages before and after him. She had three before him when she decided to give up. While they were looking into adoption she found out that she was pregnant with little Frankie. She didn’t want to give her hopes up but with each passing trimester, she was thankful. He was born premature, weighing only three pounds, eight ounces. That might account for why he was so short today. He was their miracle child and they didn’t want to press their luck. If they were going to have another kid, then it would have been great, but Frank was enough for them.

I found out that Frank chose to live with his dad when his parents split. Not because he didn’t like his mom, but they didn’t want him to change schools and make new friends again and his dad’s house would be in the same school district.

On a lighter note, I learned that Mikey and Frank had technically been friends the longest out of everyone, meeting him in the third grade, but he ended up becoming best friends with Gerard sometime in middle school. Gerard and Frank became really close and at one point (under the influence of alcohol, supposedly) might have shared a kiss or two. He had finally got me to smile and even laugh a little at this point.

When we got back into town, I felt my stomach turn at the thought of going home. I looked over at Frank, a little nervous to bring up the subject again.

“Frank … are you taking me home or …” I trailed off. I wasn’t sure where else we would go, but I don’t think I want to be home just yet. He examined the clock on his car stereo and made an executive decision without my consent. He turned the opposite direction of my house. I looked down the road that would have taken me home then looked back at him. “Where are we going now?”

“My place.”

“Oh …” I didn’t complain. I didn’t want to go home, and I’d never been to his house before. There was no reason to protest for anywhere else. I didn’t actually care where we went. I was surprised to find that Frank only lived about half a mile from my house. He pulled up into the drive way of a one story, light blue house. It seemed pretty plain and simple. No lawn decorations or welcome mats. This must be his dad’s house. It doesn’t seem to radiate femininity. He slid out of the car grabbing his back pack and his jacket.

“You can just leave your stuff in here if you like.”

I smiled at him, throwing my purse back in the seat. I grabbed my jacket though, for whatever reason. We walked to the side of the house where there was another entrance way. We stepped in to a little area to hang coats and take your shoes off, though it looked like it wasn’t used much. I noticed Frank left his shoes on, so I made no attempt to take mine off. At this point, I could see there was a set of stairs to the basement right when you walked in, or you could walk up about three steps to your right and go into what looked like the kitchen. Frank walked up the stairs, and I followed close behind him. He gave me a quick tour of his house.

“Well, this is the kitchen where we attempt to make food.” He smirked at me and I couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped my lips. He continued walking through the house. “This is the dining room slash sitting room. I pretty much just crash here when I get out of school. This is the living room to your right and the front of the house and to your left is the hall with the bathroom and mine and my dad’s rooms. That’s about it. Oh, and the basement is just a laundry room and my practice room.”

At about that point, I heard the toilet flush down the hall and a door open. I found myself holding my breath waiting to meet his dad. I wasn’t sure why I was so nervous, but I forced myself to breathe again and attempt to act normal.