November 17th 1997,
“Come on Gerard! you’re so boring you’re turning into my dad! Grow some balls and just fucking jump!” Frank shouted. It was late November and we were skinny dipping in the middle of Chicago. We were at Fernwood prep school, he’d insisted that I drive (being the only one with an actual licence) Frank and friends to the ‘upscale’ neighbourhood to break into a school and then swim in the schools pool underneath the gym floor. I began to wonder how on earth he even got the keys to the school, but I’ve just given up on questioning anything he does anymore I just accept it. At risk of turning into his dad and possibly losing my chance with this hot guy I decided to shrug of my jacket, shirt and pants folding them neatly and placing phone, keys and watch on top of the pile. Yes, I was intentionally stalling because the nerves were causing me to feel nauseous and the last thing I wanted was to throw up on Frank’s face. I kept on my cotton boxers, as I felt I wanted to keep a fraction of dignity and a slither of my modesty, and dove into the clear water. I felt the chlorine hit me as the water enveloped my body. Once I was under I didn’t want to resurface. His friends already thought I was weird so I didn’t want to make him loose anymore of as he described, ‘coolness’. Upon entering the reality I noticed two things
1) Frank’s friends were exiting the pool
2) He had a cigarette dangling from his soft full lips.
He is my best friend I shouldn’t think about his lips but were in a pool. Almost naked. I looked him deeply in the eyes as he cocked his head and said “you want one doll?” raising an eyebrow
“Doll, come on Frankie I’m a dude”
“Yeah, I know. I can see” he winked and took a step closer to me”
“Y-y-you Kn-n-now you sh-sh-shouldn’t smoke those things” I stuttered, flushing with embarrassment and pointed to his lips
“Darling, you’re stuttering again. And this ‘cancer stick’ as you like to call it is exciting. We should do something exciting, like really exciting” he dragged out the ‘e’ and ran his hand down my face blowing the smoke in my face laughing as I began to cough and I felt myself grow even redder.
“F-frank, W-w-what are you doing” I said as I leant into his soft palm. I couldn’t resist it.
“Nothing, dude what are you doing.” he yanked his hand back and took a step back and looked at me with disapointment.
"I, urm, well you touched my face... I'm sorry." I looked down with embarrasment.
"YES! you should be. Have you got a boner. That's fucking disgusting man. HEY GUYS, GUYS BOB RAY, MIKEEEY, G-WAD HAS A BONER. A FUCKING BONER." Bob, Mikey and Ray ran in and laughed. My own brother laughing. I felt my face flush with embarrasment. When the first flash went off I looked at Frank and said "Your and asshole" as the tear welled up I shouted "HAVE FUN MAKING YOUR OWN WAY HOME" I grabbed my stuff and left slamming he door with rage.
This is the worse damn day of my life.
