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The Concert
0 ReviewsJackie and Frankie go to the concert,and bump into some trouble.
The whole next week went by like a breeze. I've hung out with Frankie all week too. We ate lunch at school together all week, we walked in the halls together all week, we've walked with each other home all week (we found out that we only live about a block from each other,) I've been to some of his band rehearsals in Rick Van Zandt's garage, and we've talked on the phone. Whewww yeah that's a lot but I wouldn't want it any other way. I don't know what's up Suzie and Debbie's asses. They havn't talked or looked at me all week. Oh well. Neither Frankie or I have spoken about last Friday when Frankie grabbed my hand and we stared into each other's eyes. I guess it was one of those magical moments that happens only once. Now it's Saturday. Tonight's the concert EEEEEK! I'm so excited! Frankie is supposed to be here any moment so that we can walk to it since the Civic Center where the concert is being held is only like 3/4 of a mile away. We're gonna have a blast! Oh I just heard the doorbell ring! It must be Frankie!
"Honey Frankie is at the door!" yelled my mom.
"I know mom I'm coming!" I yelled back, running down the stairs trying not to fall. I was wearing a black mini skirt, a white t-shirt that said "Peter Frampton" on it with a picture of him playing guitar, and dark brown cowgirl boots. I got to the door, but before I opened the door I pushed up my boobs a little. Mom just rolled her eyes. When I opened the door I had to grab it so I wouldn't fall. Frankie was wearing ripped up blue jeans, black cowboy boots, and a tight, tight, tight, TIGHT black shirt. He looked fuckin hot!
"Hey Jackie! You ready?" he asked.
"Uh.... uh... yeah... I.. I am." I stuttered.
"You ok?" he asked with amusement mixed with concern.
"Yeah I'm fine just excited." I said obviously trying to cover up how seductive my voice suddenly sounded.
"Shit!" I thought to myself.
"Good. Don't want you passin' out on me." Frankie laughed.
"Alright kids you better get a move on or you're gonna be late!" said mom pushing me out the door.
"Shall we?" asked Frankie, extending his hand. I took it with mine and giggled at his cheesiness.
"We shall."
"Have fun!" yelled my mom.
"We will!" we both yelled back, walking hand-in-hand to the Civic Center. We're not a "thing" but we certainly act like it.
FWDD: to the concert
Damn this place was packed! Me and Frankie were of course up front, semi-squished. We were so close to the stage we could rest our arms on it. Then all of a sudden the colorful lights came down and the band walked on stage, and the crowd went wild. They started off with both mine and Frankie's favorite song, "Do You Feel Like I Do". It was even better live! When Peter did that cool-ass thing where he plays his guitar and kind of talks with it, man me and Frankie went byzerk!
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About an hour and a half later, the concert was over and everybody was piling out of there. With all of the people in our way, Frankie and I decided to walk the back way back to my house. We were about half way back home when Frankie said..
"Fuck I gotta fuckin' piss!"
"There's no bathroom anywhere around here, genius." I joked.
"Jackie I really gotta fuckin go!"
"Alright! Alright! Go behind that dumpster there!"
"Ok Ok I can do that, genius or not!" he joked back.
While he was doing his thing, I decided to walk a little ahead. All of a sudden a freaky- lookin' man walked in front of me. He stopped. I stopped. He walked closer. I stood still. Something was weird about him. When he got up to me he said,
"Went to the Frampton concert?"
"Y- yes. H-how did you know?"
"Your shirt says Peter Frampton on it."
"Oh."
"Ya know I'd like to see what's under that shirt." I widened my eyes and turned but before I could run or scream or whatever, the weird guy grabbed me from behind. I tried to break free, but he was holding onto my kneck in a death grip, so I did what every girl does and kicked him in the nuts. He let go of me with a grunt and bent over, holding his private's. He raised up his head, but I punched him right square in the face. It didn't seem to affect him and he slapped me across the face. I fell to the ground, and he bent down beside me and pulled open a pocket knife. Before I realized what was happening, he sliced a gash from my knee to my ankle. I screamed in eye-watering agony. Before he could strike me again I heard,
"You let her go you motherfucker or i'll kill you!!!!" screamed a very angry Frankie running at full speed towards us. The man gasped in surprised and Frankie ran right into him, knocking the man over. They both found there footing and stood up. They both obviously got the breath knocked out of them. The man punched Frankie in the nose. Frankie's head whipped to the side. The man laughed but just received a big ole' pile-driver from Frankie. They fell to the ground and Frankie pulled himself up and sat on the man's stomach and started punching the man repeatedly.
"Don't. punch You. punch Ever. punch Touch. punch Her. punch Again!" punch. I had to do something because he was going to kill that man, and my leg was gushing rivers of blood.
"Frankie help me!" I yelled weakly. Frankie shook himself out of his murderous craze and jumped off the man, who was unconcious with his face drenched in blood. Frankie ran to my side and took off his shirt.
"Jackie this is going to hurt, but I have to stop the bleeding." he said. I nodded and he stretched out the shirt so it would cover the enormous wound. He wrapped it around my leg, but stopped before he tightened and knotted it.
"You ready?" I nodded. He pulled the shirt tight with a yank and I screamed out a long, pain-filled scream. He proceeded in knotting it but I felt numb from all the blood that I had lost. He picked me up and headed in the direction of my house.
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When we got to my porch I couldn't stop whimpering.
"Sssshhhhhh Jackie I know it hurts, but you've got to be quiet. I don't want to wake your parents and have them see you like this." I nodded.
"Please Frankie, hurry." I said. He quietly opened the door and closed it. He then walked up the stairs and carried me to my bathroom. He sat me down on the bathroom counter.
"Where are your medical supplies?" he asked. I pointed to the cabinet above the sink. He opened it and pulled out gauze and some kind of gel-lookin' stuff. He walked back over to me and kneeled down. He carefully untied the shirt. Most of the bleeding had stopped but not all of it. He opened up the bottle of gel and applied some on his hands.
"This is going to sting a little." he warned. I just again nodded. He rubbed some on the gash and I hissed with pain. After he had rubbed it in, he rolled on the gauze and tied it. I didn't feel so much pain now.
"Frankie oh my god thank you so much." I said.
"No problem. I did what I had to do to not loose you." he said, putting his hand on the top of my thigh. I smiled and looked down.
"If it wasn't for you, I'd be laying in that alley, dead."
"I'd never let that happen. I love you too much for that. Jackie, I'd do anything in the world to protect you." I raised my head up and looked into his eyes. Those oh so beautiful eyes. I put my hands around his neck and pulled his head towards me.
I caught his lips with mine.
"Honey Frankie is at the door!" yelled my mom.
"I know mom I'm coming!" I yelled back, running down the stairs trying not to fall. I was wearing a black mini skirt, a white t-shirt that said "Peter Frampton" on it with a picture of him playing guitar, and dark brown cowgirl boots. I got to the door, but before I opened the door I pushed up my boobs a little. Mom just rolled her eyes. When I opened the door I had to grab it so I wouldn't fall. Frankie was wearing ripped up blue jeans, black cowboy boots, and a tight, tight, tight, TIGHT black shirt. He looked fuckin hot!
"Hey Jackie! You ready?" he asked.
"Uh.... uh... yeah... I.. I am." I stuttered.
"You ok?" he asked with amusement mixed with concern.
"Yeah I'm fine just excited." I said obviously trying to cover up how seductive my voice suddenly sounded.
"Shit!" I thought to myself.
"Good. Don't want you passin' out on me." Frankie laughed.
"Alright kids you better get a move on or you're gonna be late!" said mom pushing me out the door.
"Shall we?" asked Frankie, extending his hand. I took it with mine and giggled at his cheesiness.
"We shall."
"Have fun!" yelled my mom.
"We will!" we both yelled back, walking hand-in-hand to the Civic Center. We're not a "thing" but we certainly act like it.
FWDD: to the concert
Damn this place was packed! Me and Frankie were of course up front, semi-squished. We were so close to the stage we could rest our arms on it. Then all of a sudden the colorful lights came down and the band walked on stage, and the crowd went wild. They started off with both mine and Frankie's favorite song, "Do You Feel Like I Do". It was even better live! When Peter did that cool-ass thing where he plays his guitar and kind of talks with it, man me and Frankie went byzerk!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
About an hour and a half later, the concert was over and everybody was piling out of there. With all of the people in our way, Frankie and I decided to walk the back way back to my house. We were about half way back home when Frankie said..
"Fuck I gotta fuckin' piss!"
"There's no bathroom anywhere around here, genius." I joked.
"Jackie I really gotta fuckin go!"
"Alright! Alright! Go behind that dumpster there!"
"Ok Ok I can do that, genius or not!" he joked back.
While he was doing his thing, I decided to walk a little ahead. All of a sudden a freaky- lookin' man walked in front of me. He stopped. I stopped. He walked closer. I stood still. Something was weird about him. When he got up to me he said,
"Went to the Frampton concert?"
"Y- yes. H-how did you know?"
"Your shirt says Peter Frampton on it."
"Oh."
"Ya know I'd like to see what's under that shirt." I widened my eyes and turned but before I could run or scream or whatever, the weird guy grabbed me from behind. I tried to break free, but he was holding onto my kneck in a death grip, so I did what every girl does and kicked him in the nuts. He let go of me with a grunt and bent over, holding his private's. He raised up his head, but I punched him right square in the face. It didn't seem to affect him and he slapped me across the face. I fell to the ground, and he bent down beside me and pulled open a pocket knife. Before I realized what was happening, he sliced a gash from my knee to my ankle. I screamed in eye-watering agony. Before he could strike me again I heard,
"You let her go you motherfucker or i'll kill you!!!!" screamed a very angry Frankie running at full speed towards us. The man gasped in surprised and Frankie ran right into him, knocking the man over. They both found there footing and stood up. They both obviously got the breath knocked out of them. The man punched Frankie in the nose. Frankie's head whipped to the side. The man laughed but just received a big ole' pile-driver from Frankie. They fell to the ground and Frankie pulled himself up and sat on the man's stomach and started punching the man repeatedly.
"Don't. punch You. punch Ever. punch Touch. punch Her. punch Again!" punch. I had to do something because he was going to kill that man, and my leg was gushing rivers of blood.
"Frankie help me!" I yelled weakly. Frankie shook himself out of his murderous craze and jumped off the man, who was unconcious with his face drenched in blood. Frankie ran to my side and took off his shirt.
"Jackie this is going to hurt, but I have to stop the bleeding." he said. I nodded and he stretched out the shirt so it would cover the enormous wound. He wrapped it around my leg, but stopped before he tightened and knotted it.
"You ready?" I nodded. He pulled the shirt tight with a yank and I screamed out a long, pain-filled scream. He proceeded in knotting it but I felt numb from all the blood that I had lost. He picked me up and headed in the direction of my house.
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When we got to my porch I couldn't stop whimpering.
"Sssshhhhhh Jackie I know it hurts, but you've got to be quiet. I don't want to wake your parents and have them see you like this." I nodded.
"Please Frankie, hurry." I said. He quietly opened the door and closed it. He then walked up the stairs and carried me to my bathroom. He sat me down on the bathroom counter.
"Where are your medical supplies?" he asked. I pointed to the cabinet above the sink. He opened it and pulled out gauze and some kind of gel-lookin' stuff. He walked back over to me and kneeled down. He carefully untied the shirt. Most of the bleeding had stopped but not all of it. He opened up the bottle of gel and applied some on his hands.
"This is going to sting a little." he warned. I just again nodded. He rubbed some on the gash and I hissed with pain. After he had rubbed it in, he rolled on the gauze and tied it. I didn't feel so much pain now.
"Frankie oh my god thank you so much." I said.
"No problem. I did what I had to do to not loose you." he said, putting his hand on the top of my thigh. I smiled and looked down.
"If it wasn't for you, I'd be laying in that alley, dead."
"I'd never let that happen. I love you too much for that. Jackie, I'd do anything in the world to protect you." I raised my head up and looked into his eyes. Those oh so beautiful eyes. I put my hands around his neck and pulled his head towards me.
I caught his lips with mine.
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