Pinky Promise (Frerard) ✔️

Ten

See the end of this chapter for some special art I did (it is SFW don't worry)

Frank and I had texted until one AM that night. He had eventually made me go to bed, even though it was a weekend night so there was no way I was going to bed until six AM. Especially not with my date to look forward to.

I rolled myself out of bed at two o'clock the next day. I had so much to do and about four hours to do it. I had to shower, shave, get dressed weather-appropriately, brush my teeth (lots), have Mom help me with makeup, and figure out Frank's secret identity. No doubt Mom was going to ask why I hadn't mentioned him before, and I couldn't tell her he was my teacher.

I started with showering. I actually washed my hair for once, and I probably wasted all our hot water while I was shaving. I just wanted smooth legs! Is that too much to ask?

Frank wouldn't tell me where we were going on our date, but he told me to dress warm and in clothes I didn't care about, so I settled on old skinny jeans and a Godsmack tee shirt under a fleece jacket. I'd be fine with that.

Mom helped me with makeup. I could tell she was buzzing to ask questions, so I sighed while she was doing my eyeliner. "Go ahead."

"Boy, girl or other?"

"Boy."

"What's his name?"

"Frank."

"How'd you meet?"

"School. We bonded in the park."

"What's he look like?"

"Hot as fuck."

"Have you kissed him?"

"Yes."

"Does he intend to..." She paused and met my glance in the mirror, thrusting her hips forward. "Y'know?"

"Mom! Oh my god!" I buried my face in my hands. "Oh my god. No. I'll stop him if we even get that far."

"Just wanna make sure you're being safe." She smiled. "Remember, lube and condoms."

I sighed. "Yes, Mom, I know."

"Okay." She patted my head. "When does he get here?"

"Six."

"Great. I'm gonna do your nails."

Mom painted my nails black, and we waited for them to dry. Frank pulled up just as they were finished driving.

I went outside and got in the passenger seat of his car. He smiled at me. "Hi."

"Hi." I smiled.

"God, you're so cute." He cupped my face. "Can I kiss you?"

"Absolutely."

He kissed me softly before pulling away. "We should probably go before your mom sees me. Parent-teacher conferences are soon."

"Oh, shit." I bit my lip. "I didn't think about that."

He smiled and reached over to take my hand. I threaded my fingers through his, smiling straight ahead.

"Will you tell me where we're going?" I asked.

"Well, I know how much you love art." He took his hand back to turn. "And my mom, for whatever reason, bought me a wall of city hall. There's an event going on where everyone is painting their walls this week. I thought you might want to paint mine."

My breath caught in my throat. "Like, creatively paint?"

"The idea is to find community artists. So yeah. You can put whatever you want on there."