September twenty fifth. Not a particularly special day. It was at that time in the year were the leaves start to turn orange and crunchy, and the breeze was could instead of warm. A nice time of year, but like I said, not a particularly special day. And it wasn't a very special day in many aspects, but to me it was special. It was a first for me.
It was the first year I'd be celebrating Frank's birthday with him. It had to be special. The record player he got me on my birthday was amazing. It's one of our little things.
We have a lot of little things. The record player, the cemetery, the clearing, Susie, ramen, so many little things that were just ours. These memories and these times we liked to look back at and smile. I wanted today to be like that. He was too special.
His body was pressed into mine, warm and comfortable as light broke through the curtains. It filled up the room, making it feel hopeful. Hopeful for what, I'm not sure, but hopeful it was.
He stirred, eyes blinking open sleepily.
"Morning," he smiled, half asleep.
"Good morning," I replied, smiling back.
"Are you excited?" He asked groggily.
"Yeah," I said. "Today's going to be great."
"Not for today," he said. "For tonight."
"Frank," I sighed.
[A/n : I took the smut out of the previous chapter that included it. It felt too early. I took it out a few hours after I published it, so if any of you read the original version, don't be alarmed or confused.]
I told him we couldn't go all the way until his eighteenth birthday. I thought it would be better to wait. If he could wait until then, then it would happen. I didn't even remember when I'd said it, it had been so long. I was surprised he even remembered.
"You said-"
"I know," I shook him off. "Yeah- I'm looking forward to it."
"Mkay," he yawned. He got up and went to the bathroom. My hands knotted into my hair. I didn't want to disappoint him. I'm sure he must have had all these ideas about losing his virginity. Usually it's just a big disappointment, and I don't want to be the one to let him down.
I got up and turned to coffee pot on. Steam rose from my cup as I poured coffee into my mug, adding cream. Every since I'd been trying to stay away from alcohol, I'd crave it so much. I use coffee to kind of dull it. But honestly that just made me crave coffee and alcohol.
A few minutes later he came into the kitchen, hair damp from a shower. He wore a Guttermouth t-shirt, jeans, and dirty converse. He hadn't shaved in a while, so blackish stubble was growing in.
"What's the plan for today?" He said, pouring a cup of coffee.
"Tattoo shop first," I replied, "then we have to go get some cake or shit from Walmart, and then it's present time at home."
"Oh yeah," he remembered. "Tattoo day."
"Haven't you been waiting years for today, just so you could get tattoos?" I asked, bemused.
"Yeah," he said, "I don't know what made me forget."
Oh really.
I'll bet I do.
You horny little teenager.
Sorry.
I didn't mean that.
Um.
Sip.
"Me neither," I said. "I'm gonna get dressed and then we'll go."
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