Lifeline

Chapter 7 - This is How I Disappear

Shoutout to Ouran_Rose 18  :)

Gee's POV

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I woke up to the sun shining into my eyes.  While I was still getting used to my surroundings, I felt something nestle into my naked chest.  Frank.  He was still asleep. I guess running away took a huge toll on his energy.  I lifted his face up so that I could see it better and stroked his soft, black hair.  He really needed to cut it.  With that thought, I got out of bed, careful not to wake Frank, and got dressed.  I grabbed my phone and what little money I had off the counter and pocketed them.  I walked into the bathroom, ran my fingers through my matted my hair, and looked in the mirror sadly.  I pulled up the sleeve of my black shirt and looked at the scars that tainted my arm with the my past struggles. I decided to pull the other sleeve up as well. I'm not ashamed, I'm gonna show my scars.

I walked out the door and to the closest convenience store, which was only about fifty feet away from our apartment. The door made a ding as I opened it, which made me wince.  It was as if a doorman was screaming, "Hey, look at the guy that just walked in! Look at his arms, what a shame."  But I pushed those thoughts back and walked through the store with a fake aura of confidence.  I strolled over to the section of the store where they kept their hair products and looked for the stuff that I could afford.  I grabbed some hair scissors, a comb, some hair clips, and some hair gel, because why the fuck not.  As I was standing at the checkout, I saw the type of cigarettes that Frank had given me the first day we met.  That was actually my first time smoking, believe it or not, but I had enjoyed it.

I purchased the hair supplies and a package of cigarettes and walked back to the apartment.   Frank was sitting on the bed stretching his arms.  "Morning love" I said to him.  "Once you finish getting up, I need you to sit on this chair for me."  I stated as I pulled a small chair out from under a shabby desk sitting against the wall of the apartment.  I pulled the trash can that was next to the desk behind the chair so that I wouldn't have to clean a mess off the floor once I was done with his hair.  Frank sleepily walked over to the chair and asked me what I was doing.  I told him, "I'm cutting your hair. You look like a mess. A hot mess, but still a mess." I ruffled his hair as I said this. 

"Wait, what?"  Frank said, suddenly wide awake.  "You can't do that!"

"Of course I can sugar, now just sit down for me."

Frank pouted, but he sat down like I asked him to.  I combed through his hair, which was a lot less tangled up than mine was, and then I started cutting it. (See picture above the story if you want to see what I had in mind while writing this) I led Frank into the bathroom so that he could see it; he actually liked it.  He smiled into the mirror, and I leaned on top of his head.  He looked so adorable when he smiled.  Then, he suddenly turned around, jumped up so that his legs would wrap around my waist, and kissed me passionately.  I kissed him back, and he started to tangle his fingers in my matted hair.  It reminded me of when we first met and had kissed outside the coffee shop.  That made me smile, which caused Frank to pull away from the kiss.

"Whatcha smiling for, Gee?" He asked, trying to hold back a smile of his own. "Just remembering the time when we first met. You looked pretty damn hot in that apron of yours."

This remark made Frank blush.  I smirked at the fact of how easily embarrassed he could get just by a few words out of my mouth. "So.. H-how about we go somewhere together?" Frank stammered.  "Sure thing sugar. Where do you want to go?" I asked while ruffling his newly cut hair. "How about we just walk around the town? We haven't really seen much of it." "True that", I said, "But first, you're gonna need to put on some pants" I said with a sly smirk on my face. Frank looked down and quickly ran over to where he had thrown his jeans lase night. He put on his jeans and a pair of shoes and was soon ready to leave.  We walked out the door holding hands and soon ran into a man with long, greasy black hair. "Hey, watch where-" He started.  He stopped in his tracks and looked us over.  Well, by us, I mean me.  He nodded his head in satisfaction with what he saw and said, "Hey, you're not bad looking, you know?"  He tore me away from Frank's grip and pushed me against the wall. I was panicking, breathing heavy and eyes wide.  Nothing like this had ever happened before.  "Maybe I'll just have to take this pretty boy for myself.."

Author's Note:

Hello my fellow killjoys! Sorry I haven't been posting lately, I've been kinda busy. I hope this chapter isn't too bad :)