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Every time I look at you, I can't explain, I feel insane.
8 ReviewsI looked up to the most shocking sight before me. Someone had seated themselves down right in front of me, that someone was the super hot guy from the park who was now staring at me with surprise a...
I Pulled my eyelids apart to be blinded by the suns golden rays slipping through the holes in the curtains. I used all of my will power to lift myself off of the heavenly memory foam mattress that begged me to stay wrapped up in my covers and catch up on my sleep since I had spent the majority of the night thinking about the guy from the park. I have no idea what’s coming over me, I mean it’s not everyday I fantasize about a boy I’ve barely even said ‘hello’ too. It was just something in his eyes that made me want melt, those lips just waiting to be crushed against mine, that body waiting to be explored by my bare fingers. That’s certainly a nice picture. His messed up hair stuck to his sweat covered face panting beneath me arching his back at the slightest touch of my fingers begging for more as I kiss my way down his body. Oh shit. Erugh, I hate it when you get a boner at the most random time.
“good morning frank I trus-”
Oh great. Sarah had walked into my room unexpectedly and I was still in my boxers which were doing a terrible job of keeping everything tamed. Her eyes grew wide and immediately bit her lip restraining her laughter at my embarrassment. It was at times like these I thanked Sarah for still having mind that should belong to a teenager rather than a fully grown woman, mainly because she’d just hand me some magazines and tell me to be quick then never speak of it again. My cheeks blushed as I stood there frozen to the ground like a bowling pin. “um…..”. my throat was dry and voice was high pitched.
“make sure to be done quick, I’ve made you coffee and it’ll get cold” and with that she walked out of the room closing the door behind her. Like I said, she’s not the type to make a massive deal about it, sure she’ll tease me but never enough to actually upset me. She loved to tease me and secretly I enjoyed it too because we’d always have a good laugh. I grabbed a towel from my bottom drawer and sprinted to the bathroom securing the lock on the door. I turned the shower on waiting for the right temperature before slipping into it covering myself in the relaxing water. It doesn’t take long till my hands are wrapped around my member pumping as quickly as possible. Images ran through my head but none of them had pleased me well enough until the image of the boy had popped into my mind. I imagined it was his fingers curled around me jerking me off while placing kisses all over my neck. I imagined him pulling us together leaving no space between us as his free hand cupped my balls. I let a deep moan emerge from my throat and tightened my grip. I pictured him kneeling down to lick me base to tip then suck on the head slightly. Oh god. That image was just too much and I let my load out moaning as I did so.
I Should be feeling guilty for jerking off over somebody I even knew, but I didn’t and I wouldn’t. the picture was fucking hot and I can guarantee it will not be the last time I think of him like that. I turned the shower off and wrapped my towel around my waist. I waddled into my room where I blasted Iron Man by black Sabbath through my speakers grabbing my iron maiden shirt which I fucking loved. I tossed every piece of clothing out of the drawer to find my bright red skinny jeans I struggled to get up my thighs and my silver studded belt that I didn’t really need because they never fall down. I poked my fingers through my skeleton gloves and moved onto my wet hair. I grabbed my comb and just ran through it, I couldn’t give a shit whether it was wet or not so I styled It to cover up my forehead and I was finished.
I Ran downstairs towards the kitchen only to hear mom laughing away as she usually does everyday. The smell of burnt toast invaded my nose making my face scrunch up a little bit.
“Morning baby”
She smiled giving me a quick kiss on the cheek placing the plate of burnt bread in the middle of the table before Sarah who was smirking at me.
“good sleep Hun?”
Mother always asked the same question every morning like it routine but before I could even hum Sarah had spoke for me. “Oh yes, he had a very nice dream didn’t you Frankie?”. I lifted my middle finger in her direction sticking my tongue out like a very mature six year old would. “whatever, where’s my coffee?”. my attempt to change the topic had gone unnoticed by both moms now leading into a full conversation on how Sarah walked in on me ‘Pitching a tent’ as she would describe it making mom howl with laughter and my cheeks burn redder than ever before. I groaned knowing I was being ignored purposely and slammed my hands down onto the table making a loud bang. “Where’s my coffee?” I asked rather impatiently.
“I drank it, now get you school bag. I’m dropping you off today”
Mom always drunk my fucking coffee in the morning if she couldn’t be bothered to make her own. I groaned and stumbled through the pure white walls. I grabbed my scruffy black converse and tied them up and quickly as possible since mom was already out the front door and walking towards the car. “Bye sarah, have a good day” I shouted as I threw my ripped bag over my shoulder, I really need a new one.
“You too sweetheart”
I threw myself into the car placing the seat belt in place, pressing play on the CD out of habit more than happy to realise the first song was Astro Zombies by misfits. Me and mom smiled just listening to the lyrics as they spilled from the speaker until the car came to a halt and we were in front of the school. I sighed knowing exactly what would await for me today, the cruel looks from everybody, the punches and insults to be aimed at me while everybody laughed at my misery. The sound of my mum tapping her fingers against the steering wheel could be heard as she sighed and turned towards me.
“Do You want the day off?”
I shook my head. I may not be the strongest or smartest but I sure as hell wasn’t going to give these pricks the sick satisfaction of knowing they had got to me, they’d only make the pain ten times worst until I would crack under the pain and cry in front of them. That was never gonna happen. “it wouldn’t matter if I had the week off mom, they’d still get me. I’m not going to let them think they can walk all over me because they want to”. she nodded at my reasoning with worry in her eyes and told me to call her as soon as I had any problems. I climbed out of my seat to be hit with the bitter cold wind against my face sending Goosebumps down my body. I dodged the bodies around me feet smashing into the ground as I ran across the road onto the pavement and into the school hoping to miss anyone who’d hit me for showing my face.
Making my way to first lesson my heart stopped when I accidentally bumped into someone, surprised at how they hadn’t kicked me or hit me or even joked about my sexuality yet. The guy turned round and my heart beat fastened like a wave of electricity had shocked me. The boy from yesterday was brushing his soft fingers through my hair then staring at my cut and biting his lip, studying the damage against my skin. His eyes were full of worry as his eyes gazed over my whole shaking body before him like he was trying to talk to me with his eyes.
“IERO’S GOT A FUCKING BOYFRIEND”
Oh fuck. Two guys and their girlfriends were standing beside us laughing at the cruel words they each spat out.
“It’s the fucking goth kid with no life” another laughed pointing the boy in front of me. The anger boiled inside of me when they used the word faggot to insult the most beautiful thing in front of me. I threw my fist at Dave who fell backwards from the force while the other lunged forwards hands clenched aiming at my face only to be dodged as I barged at him pushing us into the locker then repeatedly smashing his face. I felt arms pull me away from the scene where the girls were now helping the guys up. I thrashed around the arms that held me tight unclear of who actually had hold of me. The hallway growing incredibly smaller as my jeans rubbed against the fresh grass beneath me. Finally my head hit the ground so I spun round to try and catch who had caught me but my eyes had clearly shown whoever It was must have been a damn fast runner because he was nowhere to be seen. Resting my eyes upon a tree just a few meters away I forced myself to jog over and rest leaning against the wood behind me. Maybe it wasn’t exactly the best idea considering it was freezing and I was only wearing a thin shirt. I stared into the distance reminding myself of the guy I was so desperate to speak to, the way he just shrugged the others off and how he continued to look into my soul. He must have been the one to stop me because nobody else in the fucking school was there or actually cared about me but he did, he checked to make sure I was okay after hitting the pole and dragged me out of a fight before it got ugly for me. For once in my life someone instead of my mothers actually fucking cared for me or at least acted like they cared and lets be honest. This guy was hot. He was my daydream. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. The light butterfly feeling erupted from the bottom of my stomach every time he popped into my head. But why?
My phone buzzed in my pocket disrupting me from my thoughts as I clicked open a text message from mom.
From Mom:
Just got a text from school saying you weren’t in lesson. Everything okay baby?
I bit my lip pressing the buttons that were too small for my numb fingers and sent a message back.
To: Mom
Sitting on the school field near a tree. Some guys Started joking about me being gay so I threw a few punches at them before being dragged out by this boy. Can’t be fucking arsed with these twats. how come you’re not at work?
I waited in silence watching the golden orange leaves fall of the tree above me blocking my view of the grey clouds slowly moving until my phone vibrated again.
From mom:
Oh, baby are you okay? Want me to pick you up or get Sarah to call and tell them you wont be in today? Who’s this boy that dragged you out? Is he with you now?
I am at work, in a meeting bored to death. Don’t know what we’re talking about, kinda zoned out after a while.
I laughed at the picture of mom sitting there trying so hard to focus on the business crap coming out from her boss.
To Mom:
I’m fine, pulled out before they could do anything. No, I’ve gotta go art otherwise I’ll fail the subject and just going for a music lesson would be a little suspicious. Dunno where he is, one second he’s dragging me out of the school next minute he’s gone. Ahahaha, and you tell me to pay attention in class you hypocrite.
From Mom:
Okay, well be safe. All they talk about is crap, school on the other hand is meant to educate you so you can prepare yourself with knowledge and all that parent excuse crap. I have to go now, some whore keeps giving me the evils. Text you later.
I laughed at how out situations were familiar. I hated everybody at school and she hated everybody at work. Simple. I spent first and second period just listening to my ipod until I saw people gossiping away as they walked past either ignoring my presence or scowling at me. What lovely people I am forced to hang around with.
Sneaking into third lesson I noticed the seat next to me had been taking by some guy. Think his name is Mikey? I’m not sure. From what I’ve saw he’s a pretty decent guy and quite good looking, he has mousy brown hair, light brown eyes and slim figure. As I settled into my seat he jerked his head towards me and smiled.
“Hey”
I sat there staring at him completely shocked. No ‘fuck off’ no ‘of for fuck sakes’ and that smile was a genuine fucking smile. “Hey” I whispered as I scribbled the date in my book already bored of the shit coming out of the teachers mouth.
“Whats up?” he beamed at me.
“um…. Nothing?”
He nodded before turning his attention to women in front babbling on as if people actually wanted to hear her squeaky annoying voice.
“so you understand any of this garbage?”
“what are you doing?” I asked
“what do you mean?” the look of pure confusion told me he honestly had no idea what I was talking about or how it had to fit in with out conversation.
“I Mean you’re talking to me. Nobody fucking talks to me, like ever. They all hate me”
He shook his head “you can’t be serious”
I nodded. I was very serious. They all hated my guts.
“well most people are pricks. Have they got any reason to hate you?”
I silently laugh to myself. I could make up a list there and then but I don’t feel like bringing myself down. “they just do. At first it was anything they can use against me, now it’s because I’m gay”
Sorrow filled his eyes as he glanced at me. “well it’s not easy, I know a few people in the same situation. Their just crazy fuckers who need to learn the meaning of respect”
You got that right.
Lesson had gone by easily as we continued to talk about each other. He lived with his mom and occasionally his dad would drop by just so he could have a talk with the boys about their lives so they didn’t feel like he was ignoring them. He had an older brother called Gerard who he tells every little secret to because they’re so close. He plays bass and has a girlfriend called Marie. The bell rung as I was about to sprint out of the room my arm was grabbed tanking me backwards.
“You sitting with us? Us meaning me, Gerard, bob and ray”
I just shrugged and nodded casually although inside I was panicking. He’d probably planned this all along, to get me cornered somewhere and get his friends to beat the shit out of me. Oh god. Please no I can’t die like this oh god pl….
“FRANK!”
I jumped at the sound of Mikey’s raised voice and those eyes that suddenly came into view. “Dude, are you sitting down or not?”
I Looked around to see I had come to a table with two others guys watching me. I sat my arse down as quick as possible only to be offered the blonde guys hand.
“Bob”
“Frank”
“And I’m ray”
I focused my attention towards the guy with the curly afro and smiled. It actually felt like I belonged with these guys as they told me about their likes and stuff. Ray also played guitar and bob played the drums. They were decent guys who really enjoyed video games and the same music as me. I noticed a girl sitting down giving mikey a quick peck on the cheek and stared at me.
“who the fuck is this and why is he sitting with us?”
Well that didn’t make me think she’s a bitch. Not at all.
“This Marie, is frank iero he-” mikey started before being so rudely interrupted
“Tell him to fuck off”
“No. why?”
“Because he’s fucking worthless”
“Marie! What the fuck?”
While Mikey and Marie were bickering about how I was to lame to hang out with them and how Marie should stop following all the rumours and start acting like a human being and not bitch like the rest of the girls I sat there head down hands in my lap ignoring every hurtful comment I could hear. About ten minutes later Marie left us pissed off warning mikes if he doesn’t stop being such an arse she’ll dump his arse and go find someone better. He just told her to fuck off claiming she’d crawl right back to him after a day or two. Ray and bob sighed uncomfortable as much as I was. Obviously she was a big hit with the whole gang. Shockingly he apologised for her lack of manners and reassured me I was not some piece of shit.
“oh hey Gerard”
I looked up to the most shocking sight before me. Someone had seated themselves down right in front of me that someone was the super hot guy from the park who was now staring at me with surprise and a little hint of happiness. That tingling feeling reappeared stronger than ever as I smiled weakly and ducked my head down to hide my blushing face. I didn’t even have any reason to blush, I mean What the fuck?
“Frank this is my brother Gerard, Gerard this is frank” Mikey announced like the argument with that bitch never happened.
“We’ve met before” he smiled pulling out a sketch pad while steeling one of Rays chips who was more focused on some girl across the room laughing with her friends.
“You have?”
“mmmm, He was the guy with the cut. Always sitting on the swings by himself”
“and you’re the guy who’s always sketching lost in your own world” I laughed.
He nodded before turning the conversation about some crappy film he saw while I was staring at him like a fool. His milky white skin and those fast moving lips mumbling words I couldn’t give a fuck about at the moment because he was staring right back at me with an unreadable expression on his face.
Oh shit. You’re fucking staring at him, you’re such a creeper.
I Diverted my gaze hiding behind my hair and I attempted to move from the seat only to be pulled down again by those pale fingers asking me why I was leaving. The touch of his skin against mine sent electricity through me completely blocking out the fact he was talking to me and some guys had walked up to us smirking.
“aww look, little goth begging his boyfriend to stay. Too afraid he’ll find someone better than you?”
He just smiled and shrugged which seemingly angered them. “You’re a piece of shit ya’know that Gerard? Worthless and pathetic ugly piece of shit”
“yeh, but at least I know I have real friends who don’t go fucking my boyfriend. That’s right, looked like your precious Stacey and tom had a little fun going down at the park last night. Pretty hard to miss them when you’re walking down the street with all that noise they were making”
Suddenly tom had looked guilty and Stacey was shaking her head accusing him of being a liar. It was obvious they had something going on. He stormed away refusing to hear Stacey’s cries and toms reasoning while gee and the rest were smiling.
“So frank, after school can we come over? Unless.. That’s awkward….like because we haven’t really hung before…maybe we should get to know each other…not a date or anything… just me and you… I mean with the guys as well…shit now I seem like a dick…. So what do You say?”
I Became rather amused at how easily frustrated Gerard had become within the sentence. I nodded quickly not even attempting to hide my smile knowing that this was the actual first time I’ve ever had a friend to come round. Ever. Especially a hot one who apparently was gay. SCORE!
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I Texted Mom telling her I’d have a friend when she picked me up. That friend being the most irresistible, ice cube melting, arousing guy ever. Mikey, ray and bob decided to walk home grab a change of kit and a few movies telling us they’d meet us as soon as their finished. Fine by me, at least ten minutes of alone time with Mr Way.
She pulled up with a smirk on her face which meant she was planning to embarrass me.
“Who’s this then frank? You never told me you had a boyfriend”
“mom this is Gerard, he’s not my boyfriend”
“Well he’s certainly blushing at the subject, so are you gay Gerard?”
Oh my god. “MOM. You cannot just randomly ask that to him, you’ll scare him off seriously”
I heard a giggle from behind us. “I’m Bi Mrs. Iero. No worries frank, she’s only curious”
BI? YES. THAT MEANS I HAVE A CHANCE. THANK YOU MOTHER.
“aww, look Gerard, he’s blushing. He likes you”
Kill.Me.Now.Please.
The rest of the journey consisted of mom and Gerard chatting about each other while I sat there dying from embarrassment. You don’t just tell a boy you’ve hardly met that you’re socially awkward gay son likes you. You just don’t.
We pulled up into the drive where I dragged Gerard as fast as I could to the car ignoring my mum’s high pitch laugh. Oh joy. Sarah was home and watching TV.
“Who’s this frank?” she asks. As much as I love Sarah, she can be a pain in the arse. When I said she has the mind of a teenager I mean it which means she will not rest until she knows every little gossip detail there is to know.
“Gerard. My friend. We’re off bye”
I Dragged him upstairs almost tripping over myself as I forced him into my room and closed the door behind us.
“You have two moms?”
“You have black hair”
“What?”
“Oh sorry, thought we were stating the obvious”
He laughed at my response and settled down cross legged searching my room up and down. “nice place”
“You’re sexy” did I just say that? Oh god, now I look like an idiot.
“What?”
“What?”
“You just said I was sexy”
“no I didn’t”
“yes you did”
“nope”
After ten minutes of trying to hadn’t him I hadn’t called him sexy, the rest of the guys showed up and interrupted out argument. I Noticed how easy it was to talk to these guys whether it was just chatting about bands or films or each other it was like I actually belong with these guys.
“FRANK DINNER”
Lucky for them Mom had decided to order pizza in. now I’m not hating or anything but my mom’s had the cooking skills of wall. We settled downstairs as I prepared myself to watch questions being thrown at the guys while they ate. Questions like
“do you think frank is pretty Gerard?”
“when did you guys meet?”
“are we going to see you round a lot more?”
“how did you grow that beard bob?”
“Is it hard to brush through hair that curly ray? It looks like it is”
“Mikey, what’s your diet? I’m so jealous of your figure”
They are so embarrassing.
As the night past the guys finally had to leave meaning me and Sarah dropped them off, the ways being the last to leave. I waved goodnight as they both did the same, Gerard waiting until we had left. I felt so happy it was unbelievable. Like everything was getting good. I smiled as I tucked myself beneath my covers and ran the day over. Mainly replaying the parts with Gerard. I smiled as I realised I could possibly hang around these guys even more. With Gerard even more. It’s like all I want to do is be with him. Know every secret, every thought, every dream he has. I just want him. It’s driving me crazy, I barely know the guy and I just want to be all over him all the time. I closed my eyes to dream of my new friends just hanging out ignoring the rest of the world, my fingers laced with Gerard’s as I sat with my head in his lap using the other hand to comb through my fingers and leaning down to place those perfect pink lips against mine in a fiery passion only shared between us two.
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“good morning frank I trus-”
Oh great. Sarah had walked into my room unexpectedly and I was still in my boxers which were doing a terrible job of keeping everything tamed. Her eyes grew wide and immediately bit her lip restraining her laughter at my embarrassment. It was at times like these I thanked Sarah for still having mind that should belong to a teenager rather than a fully grown woman, mainly because she’d just hand me some magazines and tell me to be quick then never speak of it again. My cheeks blushed as I stood there frozen to the ground like a bowling pin. “um…..”. my throat was dry and voice was high pitched.
“make sure to be done quick, I’ve made you coffee and it’ll get cold” and with that she walked out of the room closing the door behind her. Like I said, she’s not the type to make a massive deal about it, sure she’ll tease me but never enough to actually upset me. She loved to tease me and secretly I enjoyed it too because we’d always have a good laugh. I grabbed a towel from my bottom drawer and sprinted to the bathroom securing the lock on the door. I turned the shower on waiting for the right temperature before slipping into it covering myself in the relaxing water. It doesn’t take long till my hands are wrapped around my member pumping as quickly as possible. Images ran through my head but none of them had pleased me well enough until the image of the boy had popped into my mind. I imagined it was his fingers curled around me jerking me off while placing kisses all over my neck. I imagined him pulling us together leaving no space between us as his free hand cupped my balls. I let a deep moan emerge from my throat and tightened my grip. I pictured him kneeling down to lick me base to tip then suck on the head slightly. Oh god. That image was just too much and I let my load out moaning as I did so.
I Should be feeling guilty for jerking off over somebody I even knew, but I didn’t and I wouldn’t. the picture was fucking hot and I can guarantee it will not be the last time I think of him like that. I turned the shower off and wrapped my towel around my waist. I waddled into my room where I blasted Iron Man by black Sabbath through my speakers grabbing my iron maiden shirt which I fucking loved. I tossed every piece of clothing out of the drawer to find my bright red skinny jeans I struggled to get up my thighs and my silver studded belt that I didn’t really need because they never fall down. I poked my fingers through my skeleton gloves and moved onto my wet hair. I grabbed my comb and just ran through it, I couldn’t give a shit whether it was wet or not so I styled It to cover up my forehead and I was finished.
I Ran downstairs towards the kitchen only to hear mom laughing away as she usually does everyday. The smell of burnt toast invaded my nose making my face scrunch up a little bit.
“Morning baby”
She smiled giving me a quick kiss on the cheek placing the plate of burnt bread in the middle of the table before Sarah who was smirking at me.
“good sleep Hun?”
Mother always asked the same question every morning like it routine but before I could even hum Sarah had spoke for me. “Oh yes, he had a very nice dream didn’t you Frankie?”. I lifted my middle finger in her direction sticking my tongue out like a very mature six year old would. “whatever, where’s my coffee?”. my attempt to change the topic had gone unnoticed by both moms now leading into a full conversation on how Sarah walked in on me ‘Pitching a tent’ as she would describe it making mom howl with laughter and my cheeks burn redder than ever before. I groaned knowing I was being ignored purposely and slammed my hands down onto the table making a loud bang. “Where’s my coffee?” I asked rather impatiently.
“I drank it, now get you school bag. I’m dropping you off today”
Mom always drunk my fucking coffee in the morning if she couldn’t be bothered to make her own. I groaned and stumbled through the pure white walls. I grabbed my scruffy black converse and tied them up and quickly as possible since mom was already out the front door and walking towards the car. “Bye sarah, have a good day” I shouted as I threw my ripped bag over my shoulder, I really need a new one.
“You too sweetheart”
I threw myself into the car placing the seat belt in place, pressing play on the CD out of habit more than happy to realise the first song was Astro Zombies by misfits. Me and mom smiled just listening to the lyrics as they spilled from the speaker until the car came to a halt and we were in front of the school. I sighed knowing exactly what would await for me today, the cruel looks from everybody, the punches and insults to be aimed at me while everybody laughed at my misery. The sound of my mum tapping her fingers against the steering wheel could be heard as she sighed and turned towards me.
“Do You want the day off?”
I shook my head. I may not be the strongest or smartest but I sure as hell wasn’t going to give these pricks the sick satisfaction of knowing they had got to me, they’d only make the pain ten times worst until I would crack under the pain and cry in front of them. That was never gonna happen. “it wouldn’t matter if I had the week off mom, they’d still get me. I’m not going to let them think they can walk all over me because they want to”. she nodded at my reasoning with worry in her eyes and told me to call her as soon as I had any problems. I climbed out of my seat to be hit with the bitter cold wind against my face sending Goosebumps down my body. I dodged the bodies around me feet smashing into the ground as I ran across the road onto the pavement and into the school hoping to miss anyone who’d hit me for showing my face.
Making my way to first lesson my heart stopped when I accidentally bumped into someone, surprised at how they hadn’t kicked me or hit me or even joked about my sexuality yet. The guy turned round and my heart beat fastened like a wave of electricity had shocked me. The boy from yesterday was brushing his soft fingers through my hair then staring at my cut and biting his lip, studying the damage against my skin. His eyes were full of worry as his eyes gazed over my whole shaking body before him like he was trying to talk to me with his eyes.
“IERO’S GOT A FUCKING BOYFRIEND”
Oh fuck. Two guys and their girlfriends were standing beside us laughing at the cruel words they each spat out.
“It’s the fucking goth kid with no life” another laughed pointing the boy in front of me. The anger boiled inside of me when they used the word faggot to insult the most beautiful thing in front of me. I threw my fist at Dave who fell backwards from the force while the other lunged forwards hands clenched aiming at my face only to be dodged as I barged at him pushing us into the locker then repeatedly smashing his face. I felt arms pull me away from the scene where the girls were now helping the guys up. I thrashed around the arms that held me tight unclear of who actually had hold of me. The hallway growing incredibly smaller as my jeans rubbed against the fresh grass beneath me. Finally my head hit the ground so I spun round to try and catch who had caught me but my eyes had clearly shown whoever It was must have been a damn fast runner because he was nowhere to be seen. Resting my eyes upon a tree just a few meters away I forced myself to jog over and rest leaning against the wood behind me. Maybe it wasn’t exactly the best idea considering it was freezing and I was only wearing a thin shirt. I stared into the distance reminding myself of the guy I was so desperate to speak to, the way he just shrugged the others off and how he continued to look into my soul. He must have been the one to stop me because nobody else in the fucking school was there or actually cared about me but he did, he checked to make sure I was okay after hitting the pole and dragged me out of a fight before it got ugly for me. For once in my life someone instead of my mothers actually fucking cared for me or at least acted like they cared and lets be honest. This guy was hot. He was my daydream. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. The light butterfly feeling erupted from the bottom of my stomach every time he popped into my head. But why?
My phone buzzed in my pocket disrupting me from my thoughts as I clicked open a text message from mom.
From Mom:
Just got a text from school saying you weren’t in lesson. Everything okay baby?
I bit my lip pressing the buttons that were too small for my numb fingers and sent a message back.
To: Mom
Sitting on the school field near a tree. Some guys Started joking about me being gay so I threw a few punches at them before being dragged out by this boy. Can’t be fucking arsed with these twats. how come you’re not at work?
I waited in silence watching the golden orange leaves fall of the tree above me blocking my view of the grey clouds slowly moving until my phone vibrated again.
From mom:
Oh, baby are you okay? Want me to pick you up or get Sarah to call and tell them you wont be in today? Who’s this boy that dragged you out? Is he with you now?
I am at work, in a meeting bored to death. Don’t know what we’re talking about, kinda zoned out after a while.
I laughed at the picture of mom sitting there trying so hard to focus on the business crap coming out from her boss.
To Mom:
I’m fine, pulled out before they could do anything. No, I’ve gotta go art otherwise I’ll fail the subject and just going for a music lesson would be a little suspicious. Dunno where he is, one second he’s dragging me out of the school next minute he’s gone. Ahahaha, and you tell me to pay attention in class you hypocrite.
From Mom:
Okay, well be safe. All they talk about is crap, school on the other hand is meant to educate you so you can prepare yourself with knowledge and all that parent excuse crap. I have to go now, some whore keeps giving me the evils. Text you later.
I laughed at how out situations were familiar. I hated everybody at school and she hated everybody at work. Simple. I spent first and second period just listening to my ipod until I saw people gossiping away as they walked past either ignoring my presence or scowling at me. What lovely people I am forced to hang around with.
Sneaking into third lesson I noticed the seat next to me had been taking by some guy. Think his name is Mikey? I’m not sure. From what I’ve saw he’s a pretty decent guy and quite good looking, he has mousy brown hair, light brown eyes and slim figure. As I settled into my seat he jerked his head towards me and smiled.
“Hey”
I sat there staring at him completely shocked. No ‘fuck off’ no ‘of for fuck sakes’ and that smile was a genuine fucking smile. “Hey” I whispered as I scribbled the date in my book already bored of the shit coming out of the teachers mouth.
“Whats up?” he beamed at me.
“um…. Nothing?”
He nodded before turning his attention to women in front babbling on as if people actually wanted to hear her squeaky annoying voice.
“so you understand any of this garbage?”
“what are you doing?” I asked
“what do you mean?” the look of pure confusion told me he honestly had no idea what I was talking about or how it had to fit in with out conversation.
“I Mean you’re talking to me. Nobody fucking talks to me, like ever. They all hate me”
He shook his head “you can’t be serious”
I nodded. I was very serious. They all hated my guts.
“well most people are pricks. Have they got any reason to hate you?”
I silently laugh to myself. I could make up a list there and then but I don’t feel like bringing myself down. “they just do. At first it was anything they can use against me, now it’s because I’m gay”
Sorrow filled his eyes as he glanced at me. “well it’s not easy, I know a few people in the same situation. Their just crazy fuckers who need to learn the meaning of respect”
You got that right.
Lesson had gone by easily as we continued to talk about each other. He lived with his mom and occasionally his dad would drop by just so he could have a talk with the boys about their lives so they didn’t feel like he was ignoring them. He had an older brother called Gerard who he tells every little secret to because they’re so close. He plays bass and has a girlfriend called Marie. The bell rung as I was about to sprint out of the room my arm was grabbed tanking me backwards.
“You sitting with us? Us meaning me, Gerard, bob and ray”
I just shrugged and nodded casually although inside I was panicking. He’d probably planned this all along, to get me cornered somewhere and get his friends to beat the shit out of me. Oh god. Please no I can’t die like this oh god pl….
“FRANK!”
I jumped at the sound of Mikey’s raised voice and those eyes that suddenly came into view. “Dude, are you sitting down or not?”
I Looked around to see I had come to a table with two others guys watching me. I sat my arse down as quick as possible only to be offered the blonde guys hand.
“Bob”
“Frank”
“And I’m ray”
I focused my attention towards the guy with the curly afro and smiled. It actually felt like I belonged with these guys as they told me about their likes and stuff. Ray also played guitar and bob played the drums. They were decent guys who really enjoyed video games and the same music as me. I noticed a girl sitting down giving mikey a quick peck on the cheek and stared at me.
“who the fuck is this and why is he sitting with us?”
Well that didn’t make me think she’s a bitch. Not at all.
“This Marie, is frank iero he-” mikey started before being so rudely interrupted
“Tell him to fuck off”
“No. why?”
“Because he’s fucking worthless”
“Marie! What the fuck?”
While Mikey and Marie were bickering about how I was to lame to hang out with them and how Marie should stop following all the rumours and start acting like a human being and not bitch like the rest of the girls I sat there head down hands in my lap ignoring every hurtful comment I could hear. About ten minutes later Marie left us pissed off warning mikes if he doesn’t stop being such an arse she’ll dump his arse and go find someone better. He just told her to fuck off claiming she’d crawl right back to him after a day or two. Ray and bob sighed uncomfortable as much as I was. Obviously she was a big hit with the whole gang. Shockingly he apologised for her lack of manners and reassured me I was not some piece of shit.
“oh hey Gerard”
I looked up to the most shocking sight before me. Someone had seated themselves down right in front of me that someone was the super hot guy from the park who was now staring at me with surprise and a little hint of happiness. That tingling feeling reappeared stronger than ever as I smiled weakly and ducked my head down to hide my blushing face. I didn’t even have any reason to blush, I mean What the fuck?
“Frank this is my brother Gerard, Gerard this is frank” Mikey announced like the argument with that bitch never happened.
“We’ve met before” he smiled pulling out a sketch pad while steeling one of Rays chips who was more focused on some girl across the room laughing with her friends.
“You have?”
“mmmm, He was the guy with the cut. Always sitting on the swings by himself”
“and you’re the guy who’s always sketching lost in your own world” I laughed.
He nodded before turning the conversation about some crappy film he saw while I was staring at him like a fool. His milky white skin and those fast moving lips mumbling words I couldn’t give a fuck about at the moment because he was staring right back at me with an unreadable expression on his face.
Oh shit. You’re fucking staring at him, you’re such a creeper.
I Diverted my gaze hiding behind my hair and I attempted to move from the seat only to be pulled down again by those pale fingers asking me why I was leaving. The touch of his skin against mine sent electricity through me completely blocking out the fact he was talking to me and some guys had walked up to us smirking.
“aww look, little goth begging his boyfriend to stay. Too afraid he’ll find someone better than you?”
He just smiled and shrugged which seemingly angered them. “You’re a piece of shit ya’know that Gerard? Worthless and pathetic ugly piece of shit”
“yeh, but at least I know I have real friends who don’t go fucking my boyfriend. That’s right, looked like your precious Stacey and tom had a little fun going down at the park last night. Pretty hard to miss them when you’re walking down the street with all that noise they were making”
Suddenly tom had looked guilty and Stacey was shaking her head accusing him of being a liar. It was obvious they had something going on. He stormed away refusing to hear Stacey’s cries and toms reasoning while gee and the rest were smiling.
“So frank, after school can we come over? Unless.. That’s awkward….like because we haven’t really hung before…maybe we should get to know each other…not a date or anything… just me and you… I mean with the guys as well…shit now I seem like a dick…. So what do You say?”
I Became rather amused at how easily frustrated Gerard had become within the sentence. I nodded quickly not even attempting to hide my smile knowing that this was the actual first time I’ve ever had a friend to come round. Ever. Especially a hot one who apparently was gay. SCORE!
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I Texted Mom telling her I’d have a friend when she picked me up. That friend being the most irresistible, ice cube melting, arousing guy ever. Mikey, ray and bob decided to walk home grab a change of kit and a few movies telling us they’d meet us as soon as their finished. Fine by me, at least ten minutes of alone time with Mr Way.
She pulled up with a smirk on her face which meant she was planning to embarrass me.
“Who’s this then frank? You never told me you had a boyfriend”
“mom this is Gerard, he’s not my boyfriend”
“Well he’s certainly blushing at the subject, so are you gay Gerard?”
Oh my god. “MOM. You cannot just randomly ask that to him, you’ll scare him off seriously”
I heard a giggle from behind us. “I’m Bi Mrs. Iero. No worries frank, she’s only curious”
BI? YES. THAT MEANS I HAVE A CHANCE. THANK YOU MOTHER.
“aww, look Gerard, he’s blushing. He likes you”
Kill.Me.Now.Please.
The rest of the journey consisted of mom and Gerard chatting about each other while I sat there dying from embarrassment. You don’t just tell a boy you’ve hardly met that you’re socially awkward gay son likes you. You just don’t.
We pulled up into the drive where I dragged Gerard as fast as I could to the car ignoring my mum’s high pitch laugh. Oh joy. Sarah was home and watching TV.
“Who’s this frank?” she asks. As much as I love Sarah, she can be a pain in the arse. When I said she has the mind of a teenager I mean it which means she will not rest until she knows every little gossip detail there is to know.
“Gerard. My friend. We’re off bye”
I Dragged him upstairs almost tripping over myself as I forced him into my room and closed the door behind us.
“You have two moms?”
“You have black hair”
“What?”
“Oh sorry, thought we were stating the obvious”
He laughed at my response and settled down cross legged searching my room up and down. “nice place”
“You’re sexy” did I just say that? Oh god, now I look like an idiot.
“What?”
“What?”
“You just said I was sexy”
“no I didn’t”
“yes you did”
“nope”
After ten minutes of trying to hadn’t him I hadn’t called him sexy, the rest of the guys showed up and interrupted out argument. I Noticed how easy it was to talk to these guys whether it was just chatting about bands or films or each other it was like I actually belong with these guys.
“FRANK DINNER”
Lucky for them Mom had decided to order pizza in. now I’m not hating or anything but my mom’s had the cooking skills of wall. We settled downstairs as I prepared myself to watch questions being thrown at the guys while they ate. Questions like
“do you think frank is pretty Gerard?”
“when did you guys meet?”
“are we going to see you round a lot more?”
“how did you grow that beard bob?”
“Is it hard to brush through hair that curly ray? It looks like it is”
“Mikey, what’s your diet? I’m so jealous of your figure”
They are so embarrassing.
As the night past the guys finally had to leave meaning me and Sarah dropped them off, the ways being the last to leave. I waved goodnight as they both did the same, Gerard waiting until we had left. I felt so happy it was unbelievable. Like everything was getting good. I smiled as I tucked myself beneath my covers and ran the day over. Mainly replaying the parts with Gerard. I smiled as I realised I could possibly hang around these guys even more. With Gerard even more. It’s like all I want to do is be with him. Know every secret, every thought, every dream he has. I just want him. It’s driving me crazy, I barely know the guy and I just want to be all over him all the time. I closed my eyes to dream of my new friends just hanging out ignoring the rest of the world, my fingers laced with Gerard’s as I sat with my head in his lap using the other hand to comb through my fingers and leaning down to place those perfect pink lips against mine in a fiery passion only shared between us two.
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