They are hitting something off. Sparks are flying and they are both feeling something... what does all this mean?
Frankie came in looking around my house. He looked at the various paintings around my living room. He traveled over to one above my TV.
"Yeah I love art as you can tell.' I looked over at him. "That's Van Gogh "'Starry-"
"'Starry Starry Night'." He finished. I smiled.
"You know art?" I asked.
"Well, some. I like this one in particular. Vincent Van Gogh's a cool guy." He said. I laughed.
"I like to draw and paint. I have a lot of cartoons I've done." I said.
"Yeah come here in my office and I'll show you." I said. He followed me to my office and I showed him my cartoons. Explaining to him each character and the story of the character.
"That's really cool. Wow, you're good." He complimented. I blushed.
"Well, my son loves them; I have let him color a few of them." I said.
"You have a son?" He asked.
"Yeah his name is Aiden; the best thing in my life." I said. Frankie smiled and I showed him some drawing that Aiden had colored. Frankie laughed.
"Your son sounds cute." He said. Suddenly I felt something spark inside me. As if Frankie saying that was destiny. I smiled.
"He is." I said. There was another silence as we looked at each other and there went that spark again. "Um... are you hungry I can make some dinner." I offered.
"Um... sure." He said. I smiled and we went to the kitchen.
Frankie and I sat at the kitchen table eating a meal I had prepared.
"I hope you like it... it's vegetarian that's all I cook." I explained. He scarfed down the meal in front of him.
"This is vegetarian. It's so good!" He exclaimed. I smiled.
"Thank You." I said.
"So um... I take it you aren't very popular in school are you?" I asked.
"Huh?" He responded.
"Well you got the crap kicked out of you apparently those kids didn't like you very much." I explained.
"Oh." He said. "no I only have one friend at school actually my only other friend doesn't live in this town."
"Oh sorry. Who is your friend at school?" I asked. He took a bite of his dinner.
"Mikey Way." He answered. I choked on my bite.
"At's my brov-er." I said mouth crammed with food.
"Really, he is my best friend." Frankie exclaimed.
"Yeah my baby brother." I said. He laughed at the irony.
"So anyway why don't you have friends besides Mikey?" I asked.
"well um... you see um... I um..." He stuttered.
"Just tell me trust me I was worse then you in high school." I said.
"I bet not." He said. I looked at him in protest.
"Just... tell me." I said. He sighed.
"Well I will if you first tell me why you weren't popular." He negotiated. I sighed.
"Fine." I said. "See, I was ' the fag that knocked up the whore' a rather unique stereotype invented specially for me." I said.
"Wait... when you say 'the fag' what do you-"
"I am really gay." I answered. Another spark.
"Well um I am the same except for the knocking up part." He said.
"You really are gay?" I asked. He nodded.
"Nothing to be ashamed of and I am happy to find someone else... like me." I said. He smiled.
"So you got any... boyfriends?" I asked. He shook his head.
"Haven't found anyone special... I am just worried that when I do-"
"They'll be straight." I finished. He nodded. "Been there done that."
"So what about the knock up?" He asked.
"That's for another day." I declined. We finished our dinner and I took the plates to the sink.
"Can you bring those pots to me?" I asked.
"Sure." He said. He picked up the pots and brought them to the sink but on his journey he tripped and dropped everything. He looked at the mess he made as I rushed to help and he started to cry.
"Frankie?" I asked. "It's okay." I rached my hand up and he flinched. Suddenly I knew hwat it was and I felt something tug at me telling me to do what I did. Held Frankie as he cried into my chest. The sparks went Crazy