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Chapter 14
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Okiedokie, here it is. I dunno how it'll turn out though. But whatever;; Chapter 14!
Frankie is amazing. End of story. He does not have one flaw. None whatsoever. Its pretty amazing that someone like him would fall for someone like me, but I'm not gonna dwell on that because its obvious that it is actually possible, and I don't feel like hating myself at the moment. I mean, not only does he have wonderful features and an extraordinary personality, but his kisses are like heaven. Seriously. It's like I died. But I didn't. And that's a good thing, 'cause if I died then I couldn't be with Frankie. And if I couldn't be with Frankie, I'd die.
That makes no sense, you idiot.
It makes perfect sense.
Umm.. Yeahhh.. NO. You can't die if you're already dead, dumb ass
Well, whatever. Screw off, I'm busy right now.
I can see that.
Yeah, so stop interrupting.
No, I don't think I will. This is very entertaining.
Yeeeaaah.. Not really.
Oh, but for me it is. Very much so, actually.
Ugh. PLEASE stop? I really want to enjoy this.
Ha ha. You are enjoying this, one look at your pants and its quite obvious.
Okay, now seriously. STOP.
Ugh, fine. You are a fun ruiner!
As Frank's hands began to pull at the rim of my jeans, I finally noticed what was going on. It was kind of shocking since I had been having an internal battle for the last five minutes.
You know you love it!
Shut the fuck up right now.
Once Frank was trying to unbutton my jeans, I knew this was too much.
"F-Frank. Stop." I breathed.
Of course, he did.
"Okay, babe. Did I do something?"
"No no, not at all. It's just.. I've never been in any situation like this, and none of my 'relationships' have ever remotely gotten this far, and its just so fast. I'm sorry."
He smiled, "No need to apologize, Gee. I understand."
"Oh Frankie, I love you."
He kissed me once more, and lifted us both up from the floor.
"So.. I've noticed you played guitar.."
Seriously? That's what you're going to say after those shenanigans?
What am I supposed to say?!
Not something like 'I've noticed you played guitar.' Gay.
Whatever.
"Oh, uh, yeah. I'm not that good, though." He blushed.
"I'll be the judge of that. Let me hear."
"Well... Umm.. I don't know.."
"Come on. I bet you're really super duper good."
Super duper? Are you fucking Barney?
No. I am not purple. Or a dinosaur. Shut up.
He laughed, "Okay, fine. You win."
"Yay."
He led me into his room and grabbed his guitar. I sat on the bed and watched him lift the strap over his head.
"Brace yourself." He warned me.
He began to move his fingers over the strings, and the sound that came out was amazing.
Even I have to admit that he's pretty good.
Duh.
He stopped playing and looked at me as if to say 'I told you I was bad.'
"Wow, Frankie. You're really good. I'm not even kidding. You're great."
"Ha ha ha. Don't lie to me, Gee."
"I'm not, babe. You're really good. I swear."
"Well, thank you." He smiled.
He put his guitar away and came to sit next to me.
"So you really think I was good?"
"Yes, Frankie. I think you were very good."
He smiled and kissed my cheek.
"So.. You wanna sleep over at my place tonight? Mikey seemed kind of impatient-ish on the phone." I suggested.
"For sure. I think that'd be.. Fun."
"Yes, I agree." We both laughed and headed out of the house, and into Frankie's car. He put in a bouncing souls CD and turned it up all the way. We both sang along until we got to my house. Evidently the music was too loud for Mikey because before we pulled into the driveway, he ran outside. IN AN APRON! I didn't even know he wore one when he cooked! When we saw this site; A frazzled Mikey running out of the house in an apron, with a spatula still in his hand..
What the fuck? Does he think he's a mom from some 50's sitcom?
Yeah, I don't know. I don't even know this side of him.
Well anyway, when Frank and I saw that, we burst out laughing. As the car pulled to a stop in the driveway, there tears in our eyes. Mikey ran back into the house after a long line of curses, a deep shade of red being his new skin tone.
"Oh my God!" Frank choked out, pulling the keys out of the ignition and exiting the car. We both stepped out, and hesitantly started towards the door. I turned the knob, each of us still laughing histerically, and walked in to a very angry Mikey.
"Mikey.. You okay?" I asked still trying to restrain from laughing.
"NO! You both made me look like a fool!" He shouted.
"Mikes, you know I didn't make you run outside in an apron; I didn't make you have a spatula in your hand, and I didn't ma-"
"I GET IT!" He screamed, "But you still initiated it. And thats bad enough."
"Aw. I'm sorry. Forgive us?" I hugged him, and silently urged Frank to do the same.
Is Mikey a little child or did he some how forget that he's 15?
I think he just likes to be babied.
"Yeah, yeah. I forgive you. Just.. Try to erase that image from both of your minds, 'kay?"
"Sorry, dude. No can do-" Frank stopped mid-sentence as he received a very strong death glare from Mikey.
"I think what Frank means is 'Yes, Mikey. Gerard won't be drawing that ever. For anything. And I will always think of you the same.'" I laughed.
"Ha. Ha. Ha." He scoffed before returning to the kitchen to, I assume, finish dinner.
As soon as Mikey turned around of course, Frank and I started laughing maniacally once again.
"I can hear you, you know!" Mikey yelled angrily.
We both hushed, and headed down to my room. I sprawled across my bed and Frank sat at the edge. We looked intently at each other, and Frank then lied down next to me. He draped his arm limply across my shoulder's and looked me dead in the eyes. He had the cutest expression I've ever seen. Somewhat torn between 'happy' and 'sleepy' and it was just phenominal.
"Gerard; Can I be completely honest with you?" Frank asked, I couldn't make out the emotion in his voice, though.
"Of course."
"You've seen what I live in. My house is a dump, my parents don't even live in the same state as one another, and my mom might as well not even live in that house; she's gone so much. I don't have anyone-"
"Frankie, you know you ha-"
"Gee let me finish. I didn't have anyone. Rosie was there because I needed a fix, then you came into my life, and I know I haven't known you but a week but I've never been more happy around anyone then I am with you. I don't know what I'd do without you here. I truly do love you, and I just want you to know this because.. If this isn't right for you, I want you to just leave now because I don't want to get hurt. I love you too much for you to break my heart."
"Frankie! This is more right to me then anything I've ever known. You know you mean the world to me, you should've known that when I snuck into your house just to be with you.. I couldn't dream of ever hurting you." I pushed the hair out of his face and pressed my lips to his. "I love you." I whispered, as he grasped my hip slightly and tilted his forehead against mine.
"I love you, too Gee."
We were so wrapped up we didn't hear anyone coming down the stairs;
"Gerard! Mikey's finished dinner, why don't you come up and- Oh my God!"
"Mom?!?"
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Hehehe. Little filler-ish thing. Once again; Wasn't exactly where I was going with this when I started, but here it is. Whatever you think will happen; Probably won't. I'm trying not to be too cliche while writing this. Show me your lovee? ^_^
Well, Frankie's a bit more.. Open? now.. Heh, persona's change, no? Do you like Frankie like this? Have any suggestions for anything? Opinions are greeaaat! :D
XØ
Emily
Frankie is amazing. End of story. He does not have one flaw. None whatsoever. Its pretty amazing that someone like him would fall for someone like me, but I'm not gonna dwell on that because its obvious that it is actually possible, and I don't feel like hating myself at the moment. I mean, not only does he have wonderful features and an extraordinary personality, but his kisses are like heaven. Seriously. It's like I died. But I didn't. And that's a good thing, 'cause if I died then I couldn't be with Frankie. And if I couldn't be with Frankie, I'd die.
That makes no sense, you idiot.
It makes perfect sense.
Umm.. Yeahhh.. NO. You can't die if you're already dead, dumb ass
Well, whatever. Screw off, I'm busy right now.
I can see that.
Yeah, so stop interrupting.
No, I don't think I will. This is very entertaining.
Yeeeaaah.. Not really.
Oh, but for me it is. Very much so, actually.
Ugh. PLEASE stop? I really want to enjoy this.
Ha ha. You are enjoying this, one look at your pants and its quite obvious.
Okay, now seriously. STOP.
Ugh, fine. You are a fun ruiner!
As Frank's hands began to pull at the rim of my jeans, I finally noticed what was going on. It was kind of shocking since I had been having an internal battle for the last five minutes.
You know you love it!
Shut the fuck up right now.
Once Frank was trying to unbutton my jeans, I knew this was too much.
"F-Frank. Stop." I breathed.
Of course, he did.
"Okay, babe. Did I do something?"
"No no, not at all. It's just.. I've never been in any situation like this, and none of my 'relationships' have ever remotely gotten this far, and its just so fast. I'm sorry."
He smiled, "No need to apologize, Gee. I understand."
"Oh Frankie, I love you."
He kissed me once more, and lifted us both up from the floor.
"So.. I've noticed you played guitar.."
Seriously? That's what you're going to say after those shenanigans?
What am I supposed to say?!
Not something like 'I've noticed you played guitar.' Gay.
Whatever.
"Oh, uh, yeah. I'm not that good, though." He blushed.
"I'll be the judge of that. Let me hear."
"Well... Umm.. I don't know.."
"Come on. I bet you're really super duper good."
Super duper? Are you fucking Barney?
No. I am not purple. Or a dinosaur. Shut up.
He laughed, "Okay, fine. You win."
"Yay."
He led me into his room and grabbed his guitar. I sat on the bed and watched him lift the strap over his head.
"Brace yourself." He warned me.
He began to move his fingers over the strings, and the sound that came out was amazing.
Even I have to admit that he's pretty good.
Duh.
He stopped playing and looked at me as if to say 'I told you I was bad.'
"Wow, Frankie. You're really good. I'm not even kidding. You're great."
"Ha ha ha. Don't lie to me, Gee."
"I'm not, babe. You're really good. I swear."
"Well, thank you." He smiled.
He put his guitar away and came to sit next to me.
"So you really think I was good?"
"Yes, Frankie. I think you were very good."
He smiled and kissed my cheek.
"So.. You wanna sleep over at my place tonight? Mikey seemed kind of impatient-ish on the phone." I suggested.
"For sure. I think that'd be.. Fun."
"Yes, I agree." We both laughed and headed out of the house, and into Frankie's car. He put in a bouncing souls CD and turned it up all the way. We both sang along until we got to my house. Evidently the music was too loud for Mikey because before we pulled into the driveway, he ran outside. IN AN APRON! I didn't even know he wore one when he cooked! When we saw this site; A frazzled Mikey running out of the house in an apron, with a spatula still in his hand..
What the fuck? Does he think he's a mom from some 50's sitcom?
Yeah, I don't know. I don't even know this side of him.
Well anyway, when Frank and I saw that, we burst out laughing. As the car pulled to a stop in the driveway, there tears in our eyes. Mikey ran back into the house after a long line of curses, a deep shade of red being his new skin tone.
"Oh my God!" Frank choked out, pulling the keys out of the ignition and exiting the car. We both stepped out, and hesitantly started towards the door. I turned the knob, each of us still laughing histerically, and walked in to a very angry Mikey.
"Mikey.. You okay?" I asked still trying to restrain from laughing.
"NO! You both made me look like a fool!" He shouted.
"Mikes, you know I didn't make you run outside in an apron; I didn't make you have a spatula in your hand, and I didn't ma-"
"I GET IT!" He screamed, "But you still initiated it. And thats bad enough."
"Aw. I'm sorry. Forgive us?" I hugged him, and silently urged Frank to do the same.
Is Mikey a little child or did he some how forget that he's 15?
I think he just likes to be babied.
"Yeah, yeah. I forgive you. Just.. Try to erase that image from both of your minds, 'kay?"
"Sorry, dude. No can do-" Frank stopped mid-sentence as he received a very strong death glare from Mikey.
"I think what Frank means is 'Yes, Mikey. Gerard won't be drawing that ever. For anything. And I will always think of you the same.'" I laughed.
"Ha. Ha. Ha." He scoffed before returning to the kitchen to, I assume, finish dinner.
As soon as Mikey turned around of course, Frank and I started laughing maniacally once again.
"I can hear you, you know!" Mikey yelled angrily.
We both hushed, and headed down to my room. I sprawled across my bed and Frank sat at the edge. We looked intently at each other, and Frank then lied down next to me. He draped his arm limply across my shoulder's and looked me dead in the eyes. He had the cutest expression I've ever seen. Somewhat torn between 'happy' and 'sleepy' and it was just phenominal.
"Gerard; Can I be completely honest with you?" Frank asked, I couldn't make out the emotion in his voice, though.
"Of course."
"You've seen what I live in. My house is a dump, my parents don't even live in the same state as one another, and my mom might as well not even live in that house; she's gone so much. I don't have anyone-"
"Frankie, you know you ha-"
"Gee let me finish. I didn't have anyone. Rosie was there because I needed a fix, then you came into my life, and I know I haven't known you but a week but I've never been more happy around anyone then I am with you. I don't know what I'd do without you here. I truly do love you, and I just want you to know this because.. If this isn't right for you, I want you to just leave now because I don't want to get hurt. I love you too much for you to break my heart."
"Frankie! This is more right to me then anything I've ever known. You know you mean the world to me, you should've known that when I snuck into your house just to be with you.. I couldn't dream of ever hurting you." I pushed the hair out of his face and pressed my lips to his. "I love you." I whispered, as he grasped my hip slightly and tilted his forehead against mine.
"I love you, too Gee."
We were so wrapped up we didn't hear anyone coming down the stairs;
"Gerard! Mikey's finished dinner, why don't you come up and- Oh my God!"
"Mom?!?"
---------
Hehehe. Little filler-ish thing. Once again; Wasn't exactly where I was going with this when I started, but here it is. Whatever you think will happen; Probably won't. I'm trying not to be too cliche while writing this. Show me your lovee? ^_^
Well, Frankie's a bit more.. Open? now.. Heh, persona's change, no? Do you like Frankie like this? Have any suggestions for anything? Opinions are greeaaat! :D
XØ
Emily
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