The letter was waiting for me when I got downstairs, on a cool Saturday afternoon in the beginning of May. Gee had had a therapy appointment, so Mikey was the one who was picking me up, and we were going to grab Gerard on the way home. From there, God knows. Maybe we'd have just sat around and had pizza, or played video games, or read comics. Maybe Gerard would have taken me to his room, and I'd have fucked him against the wall and we'd have fallen out of the door, our legs shaking, our hair messy, our skin dotted with scratches and lovebites, with wide grins across our faces. Maybe we'd have sat on the sofa and watched a movie while Gerard slowly sketched my profile, smiling as the picture came to life under his skilled hands.
Whatever it was that we could have done, the existence of the letter in my life completely demolished it. My Mom smiled brightly as she gestured to it.
"You got a letter." She said. Yeah, thanks, I got that. I recognized the logo on the top, right hand corner of the envelope and opened it with bated breath.
I wasn't necessarily interested in getting into College. Honestly, I'd only applied to the school because Gerard was constantly bugging me about broadening my horizons, and how I had too much talent to waste doing nothing. Granted, maybe this particular school wasn't exactly practical, but it had a really good English program that I found interesting. A lot of creative writing, and the like.
"So?" my Mom asked gleefully. I chewed my lip as I looked down at the official-looking black writing that stood in contrast to the stark white of the paper. I nodded, as if I was confirming to myself what it said.
"Yeah. I got in." I said, smiling softly. Her eyes widened and she beamed, pulling me into a tight hug.
"Oh, Frankie! I'm so excited for you! Well done, baby, I knew you could do it." She said, squeezing my cheeks. I smiled.
"Thanks, Mom. I'm pretty stoked." I said, smiling gently. Beyond all of the other emotions in my head at that moment, I was predominantly really fucking surprised.
"You'd better get going. I'll see you tonight, okay?" she smiled, kissing my cheek. I nodded.
"Yeah, sure thing Mom." I said. Her reminder that I wasn't, for the first week in ages, staying at Gerard's place dampened my mood somewhat, but I didn't want to let it show.
Apparently, Gerard's therapist thought it'd be best if he had one day where he didn't see me, meaning that Sundays were a totally no-Frank day. I pointed out to him that if he was jacking off while thinking of me, it counted as cheating. He disagreed.
Mikey was already outside when I got there, and he smiled when he saw me approaching.
"Hey, dude." he said as I slid into the passenger seat. I smiled, sliding my belt on.
"Hey. Thanks for picking me up." I said. He raised an eyebrow as he pulled away from the curb.
"You mean, despite my not having a license?" he joked. I laughed.
"Yeah. Despite that." I said, rolling my eyes. Mikey laughed lightly and turned the music up a little bit.
"Sucks about No-Sex-Sunday, huh?" Mikey said, his eyes glittering like he didn't think it was a bad thing at all.
"Is that what Gerard's been calling it?" I chuckled. Mikey shook his head.
"Nah, he's been calling it 'Sore-Balls-Sunday'. I like mine better."
"Yours is better." I agreed with a smile. Mikey nodded in agreement.
"Always is." He murmured. My foot nudged my bag where it rested between my legs, and I was reminded again of the letter. An air of pure elation spread through me, but it was followed soon by nerves that I couldn't quite place.
