As the plane ascended into the sky, I pressed my hand against the cold window, missing Gerard so much already.
I put on a pair of headphones on and picked some music from the plane's selection.
I stared into the night sky for a while, watching the rain hit the glass and slowly fall down.
I watched as 2 separate raindrops connected together, and slid down together. Then another pair of raindrops colliding, only to break into 2 again and hopelessly fall away from each other.
I saw it as a sad metaphor for life.
My thoughts were interrupted my my mother tapping me on the shoulder.
I pulled the headphones off my head and gave her my attention, "Do you want some pretzels?" She asked me, smiling empathetically.
I nodded and forced a smile,
She handed me a small bag of pretzels.
"He means a lot to you, huh?" She asked as I opened up the bag.
"Yeah." I sighed, taking a pretzel and mindlessly eating it.
She pulled me close to her and did her best to attempt to hug me over the plane seat.
I smiled, "I love you, mom."
"I love you too," She whispered,
"now eat your fuckin' pretzels, Frank."
We both laughed for a while, still holding onto each other.
She always knew how to make me feel better, even if it was only temporary.
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I occupied myself by watching movies on the small screen in front of me.
"What the fuck is this trash?" I'd screech as I'd scroll through the plane's music.
"Shut up and eat your pretzels." My mother would tell me.
6 bags of pretzels later, I was still a screeching emo.
My mom laughed, patting me on the head.
"Oh dear... How will you ever survive?" She coed mockingly.
I rolled my eyes and grunted, "I need to piss."
I carefully climbed over my mother, trying my best not to put too much weight on her. Why didn't I consider this when I picked the window seat? Whatever.
The nearest toilet was vacant. Fuck yeah!
I pranced my way inside, almost dancing. I had a big, gay smile on my face as I slid the door shut and locked it like a fucking legend. Although the room was barely big enough for me, I knew I'd find a way to make this work. I had to, I AM FRANK IERO.
Through my bubble of gay excitement, I kind of forgot we were in the air.
I was reminded of this as I started to pull down my pants. The plane began to harshly shake due to turbulence, causing my half-naked ass to land flat on the floor.
"The fuck?" I mumbled, sitting awkwardly on the floor, my face showing my genuine surprise and confusion.
And then, just like how my ass hit the ground, it hit me.
no, not my ass...
The realisation that I'd be returning home with the body I wanted.
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I hope you enjoyed that chapter, it was fun to write, especially that last part.
!!! Happy Pride Month !!!
