Sitting in the back of Frank’s car I watch the snow fall lightly from the sky, sticking to every surface that isn’t covered by something else. Winter is coming quickly this year. Personally I don’t mind. I like the snow and seeing everything covered in this fresh white. It’s beautiful.
Frank, on the other hand, seems to detest this weather. He continues to fiddle with the heating in the car, grumbling under his breath about it being too cold. I’ve never seen him so fidgety and I’ve got classes with him.
“Frank, clam down, its just snow,” Leighton says grabbing Frank’s tattooed hand as he goes to move the heating button yet again.
As I see their fingers intertwine I can’t help but feel a bang of jealousy. I’ve like the tattooed older brother of Amanda since ninth grade when we sat next to each other in English. I bet he doesn’t even remember.
“Jenna are you warm enough?” Frank asks, eyeing me in the rear view mirror.
“I’m fine,” I answer even though the car feels like the inside of an oven. As much as I enjoy being this close to Frank I cannot wait to get out of the car. “You’ll take the left turn up here onto the path. You can drop me at the end of it.”
Frank stops the car, unbuckles and turns completely around so his face in only inches from mine. I push the urge to kiss him away and instead settle on staring into his green eyes.
“Are you fucking crazy? Are you trying to get hypothermia or something? There is no way I’m letting you out of this car until I can see your front door.”
Nodding I continue to stare at him as he turns back around, sinks into the seat, buckles and begins to drive again, going all the way up my long driveway. Eventually we reach the driveway, my red door sticking out amongst the white that covers everything else. I really hope Frank isn’t planning on driving straight through my house.
At the last second, before he went barreling through the garage door, Frank stops, smiling at me in the rear view mirror. He’s gorgeous.
“Bye Frank thanks for the ride,” I say quickly before pushing the door open and walking up the steps to get to my front door.
Unfortunately it is locked meaning my brother isn’t home yet. Sighing I sit down on the front porch, looking up at the ceiling where last summer a spider started building it’s web. There is still part of is hanging there, blowing in the wind. A car horn pulls me out of my thoughts as I see Leighton tromping towards me.
“Is anyone home?” she asks. “Frank doesn’t want to leave you out in the cold.”
I shake my head, not getting up, “I really don’t mind.”
Leighton chews on her lips for a second before motioning for me to follow. I have a decision. Stay here, in the cold and observe a spider web until my brother gets home or get back in the oven car with Frank and go to drop Leighton at her house. Staying with Frank for a longer amount of time sounds pretty good I guess.
Standing I head back to the car, pulling the door open and climbing in. Frank grimaces as cold air swirls in. He must really dislike winter time. I hum along to the song on the radio as the snow melts from my dark hair leaving it hanging limply around my face. Frustrated by this I pull it back in a quick braid before leaning my head against the door.
“There was no way I was leaving you sitting in this. You would have turned into an icicle,” Frank says as we head to Leighton’s house.
“I would have been just fine sitting there Frank Iero,” I respond wishing I had my iPod.
“Don’t pull that Jenna,” Frank answers before pulling into a drive way and letting the car idle.
Leighton goes to open the car door but Frank stops her, holding the side of her face as they kiss; another pang of jealousy. She is the luckiest girl on the planet. I only wish I had made myself known to Frank before he found Leighton.
“Bye love, I’ll call you later tonight,” Frank says as Leighton crawls out of the car, a huge smile on her face.
Frank watches her go inside before patting the seat next to him, “Come on up.”
Stepping over the weird table thing I plop down in the passenger seat wishing I could feel Frank's hand in mine, “You should have just left me on the porch. I would have been fine.”
“Nope,” Frank answers as we drive down the main road. “What time does your brother get off work?”
My brother. He remembered. I feel my heart swell as I come to this realization even though I know it’s simple and I shouldn’t be acting like this.
“He gets off at nine,” I reply really hoping Frank wouldn’t keep me till then. I might not be able to fight off the urge to kiss him for that long.
“Good, that means we can go meet Amanda and Gerard at the diner,” Frank says drumming on the steering wheel as we head towards the tiny diner that is in Belleville. I’ve never actually liked the food there but I guess I don’t really have a choice. I should start carrying my key with me.
Sitting silently I listen to the radio playing some song about being fat and lonesome. I’ve never heard it before but whoever is singing doesn’t sound half bad. Frank obviously knows it as he’s singing along sounding very much like the singer.
“Frank,” I say after we are parked. For some reason I’m feeling extremely gutsy tonight.
And with that I press my lips to his just for a second but I feel some sort of spark that stays even after I have moved away. The entire car feels like its filled with electricity.
Instead of looking repulsed Frank just shrugs, smirks and gets out of the car, “Come on Jenna, the others are waiting.”