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A Full Glass
0 reviewsFrank is hardly ever able to get a good nights sleep, so why should tonight be any different? Gerard might be able to help though …. ;)
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Once I had reached my house I stepped inside and hung my jacket up in the closet. Henry was asleep on the couch, and rather than nudge him off for knowing he’s not allowed up there, I just smiled and ran up to my room.
Shit…I forgot the pills….The pills….The pills….The goddamn pills…Dammit…
I sighed and ran back downstairs, patting Henry on the head as I walked by. I took out the various different pills I needed to take for the night and I swallowed them quickly with a half a glass of water.
Who can actually drink so much water in a day?…All my pills say to take them with a full glass of water...If that were the case, I’d never leave the bathroom.
I walked back up the stairs, closing the shades in all the rooms once I had gotten to the next floor.
They’re not coming home tonight either….Not a phone call….Not a note…Nothing. But that’s just what Frank Iero gets.
I sat down at the foot of my bed, and peeled my shirt away from my body.
Why the fuck is it so hot?…It’s the middle of October…Its not supposed to be 70-something degrees!
I striped down to my boxers and decided I would just take a shower in the morning, I couldn’t be bothered with that crap by this point.
Once I got myself situated and finally found a comfortable position to sleep in, Which did not take me 40 minutes, that’s just ridiculous I closed my eyes and tried hard to fall asleep.
That light…that damn light…why the hell is it so bright?..
I stumbled carelessly in the dark, trying to find the piece of paper on my desk that I forgot to use as a cover for the alarm clock.
Urgh…3am?..How the hell?…I just closed my eyes…
I taped the cover over the red glaring 3:02 AM, and went back into my bed.
I opened my eyes and found myself to be a bit confused for a few moments. I wasn’t in my room…It was too clean, but….no room in my house looks this way.
Where the hell…..?
I rubbed the back of my neck and looked around, trying to figure out where I had walked to in my sleep, evidently because I don’t remember this for shit.
I looked behind me and saw the wall start to change color from white to yellow, and slowly to a light shade of blue.
Oh this is fantastic…I’ve overdosed on pills that cure me of insanity, only to be stuck in a world of the same bullshit.
Yellow….blue….white…yellow…blue…Hey…that wasn’t there before….
The fait outline of a person was becoming clearly visible through the wall that I realized wasn’t a wall at all, but a thin curtain. And the changing of the colors, were just lights in the room behind it.
I walked closer to the curtain and just as I was about to pull it to the side, the whole thing disappeared, and left me face to face with..
Him.
Its him...G--Gerard?…Gerard?...How the fuck do I know his name?
He turned to look at me and his face titled to the side slightly, leaving his mouth open just a bit, so the corners of his lips looked perfect enough to have been drawn in that very sketchbook he had on his lap.
I walked over to him, blushing a bit as I felt my heart start to race. He was looking right into my eyes, and I felt my whole body grow flush, if even possible.
No one’s ever looked at me that way before.
God his eyes…They’re beautiful…He’s beautiful…Why don’t you tell him that?…He’s waiting for you to say something isn’t he?
I cleared my throat, and no sound came out, causing my face to turn even redder, Surely I couldn’t see my face but I felt it, and it was burning.
He smiled and got up from his chair, setting his sketchpad down on the chair. I glanced at the book and I saw a drawing of…
Me…A drawing of me, sitting in class, staring off…lost in my own thoughts…Why on earth would he…?…
“Hey…Wh---” I whispered, but before any coherent form of a sentence even had a chance to leave my mouth, I felt his lips attach themselves to mine, and his hands slowly snaking down my waist, pulling me closer to him.
WHAT THE HELL?!?!
I was screaming inside, my hands were flailing around his body clumsily, and I opened my eyes, seeing the look on his face, a small moan escaping me, only to be caught again by his perfect lips.
I felt him pushing me backwards to the wall, but again , like the curtain he was concealed behind just moments before, the wall disappeared and next thing I knew, I was laying on my back on the white padded surface of the floor and this…definition of perfection, was on top of me, holding my face gently in his hands.
He finally pulled away from the kiss, leaving me confused as to what the hell I had done to even deserve something like this, and he merely smiled down at me again, before pressing his lips to my neck gently.
So many thoughts were racing through my mind right now, and the more I thought, the faster this whole shock started happening.
Before I knew it, his hands had made their way underneath my shirt and I was not about to object to anything.
I closed my eyes, arching my back off the floor as his hand began to work at my zipper, rubbing me slowly as he never once broke eye contact.
He was sliding my jeans down my waist slowly and I forced myself to keep my eyes open, but everything was getting dull, blurry….black…
Black?…
There were spots of black all over him, his chest, his face….the room….the room was black too. I watched in horror as the white walls were slowly getting covered with more and more spots.
“Gerard…Gerard stop…Don’t you see…what’s happening….what’s going on?…” I whispered, grabbing his arm and shaking him slightly, but he didn’t seem to even realize I had done or said anything, and I found his lips attached to my neck once again.
I tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t stop, and fuck…it felt so good.
Stop Frank…What the hell is going on?…There’s…black all over…This isn’t right…
His book...Oh god his book…
“Gerard…Your sketchbook…its going to get…Mpmhm..” I mumbled, feeling his hand slide down inside my boxers and wrapping firmly around my length.
I closed my eyes tightly, and gave up on any previous protests that were about to leave my lips just moments before.
I opened my eyes and saw that more of the room was being consumed by this black darkness, but a pattern was forming.
What the fuck Frank?…Who gives a shit what it’s forming…Get the hell out of here before you get covered in---
The whole room was beginning to get covered faster, the dots and splatters were forming on everything around.
I was sure one had landed on my chest but I was so focused on what Gerard’s hand was doing, I could barely think straight.
“Oh god…I’m gonna….”
I snapped my eyes open just as I felt myself come hard into his hand, but once everything came back into focus…I felt as if I could just lay back in my bed and die.
I was in my room, a sweating, panting, confused fucker, with my hand wrapped tightly around myself and covered in my own….
Wonderful….Wonderfuckingful.
I pulled off my sheets, and groaned when I saw the mess I had made.
I rolled my sheets up into a ball and tossed them across the room so I could set them in the wash once I gathered my thoughts.
I looked down at myself and sighed.
What kind of cruel joke was that?…Shit how am I even going to sit next to this kid in class?….Holy shit Frank…
I kicked the side of my bed as I locked myself in the bathroom, turning the faucet of the shower to the coldest setting as I let the water pour down over me.
I bet Charlie would love to read a journal entry about Rorschach tests popping up in my dreams…no even better…my wet dreams… Lovely Frank…Maybe that’s why you need to take the pills with a full glass of water….
Shit…I forgot the pills….The pills….The pills….The goddamn pills…Dammit…
I sighed and ran back downstairs, patting Henry on the head as I walked by. I took out the various different pills I needed to take for the night and I swallowed them quickly with a half a glass of water.
Who can actually drink so much water in a day?…All my pills say to take them with a full glass of water...If that were the case, I’d never leave the bathroom.
I walked back up the stairs, closing the shades in all the rooms once I had gotten to the next floor.
They’re not coming home tonight either….Not a phone call….Not a note…Nothing. But that’s just what Frank Iero gets.
I sat down at the foot of my bed, and peeled my shirt away from my body.
Why the fuck is it so hot?…It’s the middle of October…Its not supposed to be 70-something degrees!
I striped down to my boxers and decided I would just take a shower in the morning, I couldn’t be bothered with that crap by this point.
Once I got myself situated and finally found a comfortable position to sleep in, Which did not take me 40 minutes, that’s just ridiculous I closed my eyes and tried hard to fall asleep.
That light…that damn light…why the hell is it so bright?..
I stumbled carelessly in the dark, trying to find the piece of paper on my desk that I forgot to use as a cover for the alarm clock.
Urgh…3am?..How the hell?…I just closed my eyes…
I taped the cover over the red glaring 3:02 AM, and went back into my bed.
I opened my eyes and found myself to be a bit confused for a few moments. I wasn’t in my room…It was too clean, but….no room in my house looks this way.
Where the hell…..?
I rubbed the back of my neck and looked around, trying to figure out where I had walked to in my sleep, evidently because I don’t remember this for shit.
I looked behind me and saw the wall start to change color from white to yellow, and slowly to a light shade of blue.
Oh this is fantastic…I’ve overdosed on pills that cure me of insanity, only to be stuck in a world of the same bullshit.
Yellow….blue….white…yellow…blue…Hey…that wasn’t there before….
The fait outline of a person was becoming clearly visible through the wall that I realized wasn’t a wall at all, but a thin curtain. And the changing of the colors, were just lights in the room behind it.
I walked closer to the curtain and just as I was about to pull it to the side, the whole thing disappeared, and left me face to face with..
Him.
Its him...G--Gerard?…Gerard?...How the fuck do I know his name?
He turned to look at me and his face titled to the side slightly, leaving his mouth open just a bit, so the corners of his lips looked perfect enough to have been drawn in that very sketchbook he had on his lap.
I walked over to him, blushing a bit as I felt my heart start to race. He was looking right into my eyes, and I felt my whole body grow flush, if even possible.
No one’s ever looked at me that way before.
God his eyes…They’re beautiful…He’s beautiful…Why don’t you tell him that?…He’s waiting for you to say something isn’t he?
I cleared my throat, and no sound came out, causing my face to turn even redder, Surely I couldn’t see my face but I felt it, and it was burning.
He smiled and got up from his chair, setting his sketchpad down on the chair. I glanced at the book and I saw a drawing of…
Me…A drawing of me, sitting in class, staring off…lost in my own thoughts…Why on earth would he…?…
“Hey…Wh---” I whispered, but before any coherent form of a sentence even had a chance to leave my mouth, I felt his lips attach themselves to mine, and his hands slowly snaking down my waist, pulling me closer to him.
WHAT THE HELL?!?!
I was screaming inside, my hands were flailing around his body clumsily, and I opened my eyes, seeing the look on his face, a small moan escaping me, only to be caught again by his perfect lips.
I felt him pushing me backwards to the wall, but again , like the curtain he was concealed behind just moments before, the wall disappeared and next thing I knew, I was laying on my back on the white padded surface of the floor and this…definition of perfection, was on top of me, holding my face gently in his hands.
He finally pulled away from the kiss, leaving me confused as to what the hell I had done to even deserve something like this, and he merely smiled down at me again, before pressing his lips to my neck gently.
So many thoughts were racing through my mind right now, and the more I thought, the faster this whole shock started happening.
Before I knew it, his hands had made their way underneath my shirt and I was not about to object to anything.
I closed my eyes, arching my back off the floor as his hand began to work at my zipper, rubbing me slowly as he never once broke eye contact.
He was sliding my jeans down my waist slowly and I forced myself to keep my eyes open, but everything was getting dull, blurry….black…
Black?…
There were spots of black all over him, his chest, his face….the room….the room was black too. I watched in horror as the white walls were slowly getting covered with more and more spots.
“Gerard…Gerard stop…Don’t you see…what’s happening….what’s going on?…” I whispered, grabbing his arm and shaking him slightly, but he didn’t seem to even realize I had done or said anything, and I found his lips attached to my neck once again.
I tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t stop, and fuck…it felt so good.
Stop Frank…What the hell is going on?…There’s…black all over…This isn’t right…
His book...Oh god his book…
“Gerard…Your sketchbook…its going to get…Mpmhm..” I mumbled, feeling his hand slide down inside my boxers and wrapping firmly around my length.
I closed my eyes tightly, and gave up on any previous protests that were about to leave my lips just moments before.
I opened my eyes and saw that more of the room was being consumed by this black darkness, but a pattern was forming.
What the fuck Frank?…Who gives a shit what it’s forming…Get the hell out of here before you get covered in---
The whole room was beginning to get covered faster, the dots and splatters were forming on everything around.
I was sure one had landed on my chest but I was so focused on what Gerard’s hand was doing, I could barely think straight.
“Oh god…I’m gonna….”
I snapped my eyes open just as I felt myself come hard into his hand, but once everything came back into focus…I felt as if I could just lay back in my bed and die.
I was in my room, a sweating, panting, confused fucker, with my hand wrapped tightly around myself and covered in my own….
Wonderful….Wonderfuckingful.
I pulled off my sheets, and groaned when I saw the mess I had made.
I rolled my sheets up into a ball and tossed them across the room so I could set them in the wash once I gathered my thoughts.
I looked down at myself and sighed.
What kind of cruel joke was that?…Shit how am I even going to sit next to this kid in class?….Holy shit Frank…
I kicked the side of my bed as I locked myself in the bathroom, turning the faucet of the shower to the coldest setting as I let the water pour down over me.
I bet Charlie would love to read a journal entry about Rorschach tests popping up in my dreams…no even better…my wet dreams… Lovely Frank…Maybe that’s why you need to take the pills with a full glass of water….
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