Sorry I didn't update yesterday, I was really busy with just everything... anyway, here's the next chapter! :) *EDIT EDIT EDIT* I actually didn't remember that Mikey's wife is called Alicia until ...
I threw my covers off and gave Mikey’s mattress a full kick. A loud grunt came from above me, and I smiled in satisfaction as a head slithered down from the mattress above me. He hung upside down and glared at me as well as he could.
“If you don’t mind, I’m extremely wasted and I’m waiting for my coffee. So if you could refrain from kicking my mattress...”
Coffee? How is he going to get coffee without making it himself?
“You don’t expect me to make it for you, do you?” I frowned.
“What? No, Alicia’s making it.”
I sat up, my eyes wide. “Alicia?”
Mikey dropped down from his bunk and sat on the edge of my bed. “You know, the blonde girl from the bar. Nice girl...”
I started laughing. “You managed to pick up a girl? Seriously? You sure she’s not a hooker?”
Just as Mikey picked up my shoe to throw at me, Alicia appeared, her eyes full of laughter. “I can assure you,” she said cheerfully, “I’m not a hooker.” She handed Mikey his coffee and kissed him on the forehead. She smiled at me again. “I know you like coffee, so I’ve left yours on the kitchen counter.”
“Why can’t I have it in here?” I asked.
Neither of them replied. Mikey climbed up the ladder to get to his bed, and Alicia followed after him. I suddenly realised why I couldn’t be in our bedroom. I hurried into the kitchen before I heard anything I didn’t want to hear.
Frank was sitting in the kitchen, his hands cupped around what looked like some kind of herbal tea. He nodded ‘Good Morning’ to me.
“Where’s Ray?” I asked, running my hands through my hair.
Frank shrugged. “Never came back after last night.”
“And we never went back to look for him? Frank, what if he’s-“
“Gerard, calm it,” said Frank, standing up to refill his tea. “I called him an hour ago; he’s with some girls in a house about five minutes away from the club. We can go get him later. I’m sure he can put up with some French girls for another hour or so.”
I sighed, sipping my coffee. I glanced at Frank. He caught my eye and shut the kitchen door. He looked at me, his hands resting on the kitchen counter. “You want to talk about last night, right?”
Shit. He had me off-guard. “N-no, I just...” I stammered. What did I want?
“Good,” said Frank, so quietly. “I don’t want to talk about it either.”
Before I even knew what was happening, Frank was kissing me. Again.
Yet again, I totally didn’t expect it, and yet again I didn’t want him to stop. Ever.
I don’t know how long the kissing lasted for. It felt like hours, but when it was over I knew that only seconds had passed.
Whenever I’ve kissed a girl and we’ve broken away, it’s always been awkward afterwards. Neither of us really knows what to say. But Frank and I didn’t have that problem. We just looked at each other for a while, smiling. When Mikey and Alicia came in for breakfast, we stopped looking at each other and acted as though nothing had happened.
But I’m pretty sure that we both know it wasn’t nothing.
This was special.
This was love.