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Love. Something I’ve never felt before in my life; not to a woman, or to a man. I don’t know what it is about frank, but I fall more and more in love with the small, tattooed man every day. I'd do anything to hold the beautiful man in my arms, tell him how much I love him, and claim him as my own. Mine and no-one else’s. But he’s not mine; he probably doesn’t even feel the same way, which is the only reason why I restrain myself from declaring my love to him. If he found out, he would leave; he would have no-where to go, I couldn’t do that to him.
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It had been little over a week since frank agreed to stay with me, and Mikey has come round ever day to make sure I haven’t killed him yet or to shout at me about various murders I’d carried out. The latter happened a lot, he was always upset with the amount of lives I took. “…nd that is why you shouldn’t kill so many people” Mikey snapped me from my train of thought, by concluding his little speech.
“Huh?” I asked, letting it slip that I hadn’t listened to anything he had said.
“You weren’t listening, were you Gerard?” Mikey fixed his hands on his hips, glaring at me.
“No...” I squeaked out. I wasn’t normally afraid of anyone, but when Mikey was angry he was fucking scary! If looks could kill, I’d be dead ten times over right now.
“Mornin’ Gee… oh hey mikes” frank said sleepily, rubbing his eyes with his fists. For an eighteen year old, frank could sure be so innocent and child like.
“Frankie! I squealed, running over and pulling the confused teen to my chest. “Thank you for saving me from the wrath of Mikey Way! Coffee?” I released Frank from the bone-crushing hug and made my way into the kitchen. I quickly made frank a coffee and handed it to him. His hand rested on top of mine as he attempted to grasp the mug. I slowly looked up and caught his gaze, causing both our cheeks to flush pink. Mikey cleared his throat, watching the entire scene with an amused smirk plastered across his face. I awkwardly pulled my hand from franks and took a sudden interest in my shoes. I wonder if he felt that, too; the magnificent electric feeling that cursed throughout my body at his touch.
“You’re so love sick, gee” Mikey murmured in my ear, so only I could hear.
“Shut up! I am not!” I gasped and abruptly punched him in the shoulder.
“GEE! THAT FUCKING HURT!” Mikey screamed, chasing me round the house, waggling his fist at me. I ran past Frankie again, who was having a laughing fit on the floor. I smiled at frank before stumping over my own feet and face planting the floor.
“You fucking klutz” Mikey giggled, before jumping on my back, pinning me to the floor
“Watch your mouth or I’ll tell mom… And get the fuck off me!” I squealed, trying to shake him off.
“You wouldn’t!” we both knew our mother is adamant that Mikey doesn’t turn out like me, therefore, being the strictest parent in the world. One slip up and Mikey’s as good as dead. “And you watch your mouth too! Or ill tell her on you!”
“I would, and you know it. You also know that she can’t do anything about me, sugar.” I smirked as he quickly jumped off me and crawled over to frank.
“He’s evil, Frankie, evil I tell you! Your boyfriend’s eeeeeevil!” Frank stopped laughing completely as he turned red, looking at the ground. He played with fingers, obviously uncomfortable with the situation.
“He’s not my boyfriend! Go home! Mikey! Get out!” I pointed to the door which he reluctantly dragged himself out of. An awkward silence followed sexual tension filled the room. I shuffled nervously on the spot, continually running my hand through my greasy hair, making a mental note to shower.
“Movie?” frank asked, gnawing on his nails. I mentally thanked him for breaking the silence.
“Sure, go set it up... I’m... uh... I’m gonna go get a shower quickly...” he nodded slightly before I fled to the bathroom. My muscles instantly relaxed as the hot water engulfed me. I have to tell him. I can’t live like this anymore. I know there’s someone only a few rooms away, but I feel so alone. I need him. I’ll tell him tonight.
After deciding I was relatively clean, I stepped out of the hot water flow, and into the freezing cold air. I took my time to dry off and style my hair before rimming my eyes with black eyeliner; smudging it to perfection. I struggled into a clean pair of skin tight jeans and a misfit shirt. I stared at my reflection in the dusty mirror, re-adjusting my shirt and ruffling my hair, before giving up and leaving the room.
I found frank, curled up on the sofa watching the opening credits with two mugs of steaming coffee in his hands. “…hi” I say, ringing out my hands, looking anywhere but frank. Frank slowly turns to look at me, holding out one of the mugs in my direction. His eyes widen and his jaw falls slack as a blush creeps across his face. I subconsciously start playing with the hem of my shirt, looking at the floor, feeling like I’m back in high school again.
“I…um…h-hey...” he stuttered, looking down at his coffee. I look up to the tomato-red teen on my couch and cautiously sat down next to him.
“What are we watching, sugar? And thank you for the coffee” I said, taking a mouthful of the bitter liquid I love so much.
“Uh…um… n-nightmare be-before Christmas” he said almost inaudibly
“You remembered! That’s my favourite film!” I beamed at him, seeing another blush creep across his face. Well, say hello to an awkward night.
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It had been little over a week since frank agreed to stay with me, and Mikey has come round ever day to make sure I haven’t killed him yet or to shout at me about various murders I’d carried out. The latter happened a lot, he was always upset with the amount of lives I took. “…nd that is why you shouldn’t kill so many people” Mikey snapped me from my train of thought, by concluding his little speech.
“Huh?” I asked, letting it slip that I hadn’t listened to anything he had said.
“You weren’t listening, were you Gerard?” Mikey fixed his hands on his hips, glaring at me.
“No...” I squeaked out. I wasn’t normally afraid of anyone, but when Mikey was angry he was fucking scary! If looks could kill, I’d be dead ten times over right now.
“Mornin’ Gee… oh hey mikes” frank said sleepily, rubbing his eyes with his fists. For an eighteen year old, frank could sure be so innocent and child like.
“Frankie! I squealed, running over and pulling the confused teen to my chest. “Thank you for saving me from the wrath of Mikey Way! Coffee?” I released Frank from the bone-crushing hug and made my way into the kitchen. I quickly made frank a coffee and handed it to him. His hand rested on top of mine as he attempted to grasp the mug. I slowly looked up and caught his gaze, causing both our cheeks to flush pink. Mikey cleared his throat, watching the entire scene with an amused smirk plastered across his face. I awkwardly pulled my hand from franks and took a sudden interest in my shoes. I wonder if he felt that, too; the magnificent electric feeling that cursed throughout my body at his touch.
“You’re so love sick, gee” Mikey murmured in my ear, so only I could hear.
“Shut up! I am not!” I gasped and abruptly punched him in the shoulder.
“GEE! THAT FUCKING HURT!” Mikey screamed, chasing me round the house, waggling his fist at me. I ran past Frankie again, who was having a laughing fit on the floor. I smiled at frank before stumping over my own feet and face planting the floor.
“You fucking klutz” Mikey giggled, before jumping on my back, pinning me to the floor
“Watch your mouth or I’ll tell mom… And get the fuck off me!” I squealed, trying to shake him off.
“You wouldn’t!” we both knew our mother is adamant that Mikey doesn’t turn out like me, therefore, being the strictest parent in the world. One slip up and Mikey’s as good as dead. “And you watch your mouth too! Or ill tell her on you!”
“I would, and you know it. You also know that she can’t do anything about me, sugar.” I smirked as he quickly jumped off me and crawled over to frank.
“He’s evil, Frankie, evil I tell you! Your boyfriend’s eeeeeevil!” Frank stopped laughing completely as he turned red, looking at the ground. He played with fingers, obviously uncomfortable with the situation.
“He’s not my boyfriend! Go home! Mikey! Get out!” I pointed to the door which he reluctantly dragged himself out of. An awkward silence followed sexual tension filled the room. I shuffled nervously on the spot, continually running my hand through my greasy hair, making a mental note to shower.
“Movie?” frank asked, gnawing on his nails. I mentally thanked him for breaking the silence.
“Sure, go set it up... I’m... uh... I’m gonna go get a shower quickly...” he nodded slightly before I fled to the bathroom. My muscles instantly relaxed as the hot water engulfed me. I have to tell him. I can’t live like this anymore. I know there’s someone only a few rooms away, but I feel so alone. I need him. I’ll tell him tonight.
After deciding I was relatively clean, I stepped out of the hot water flow, and into the freezing cold air. I took my time to dry off and style my hair before rimming my eyes with black eyeliner; smudging it to perfection. I struggled into a clean pair of skin tight jeans and a misfit shirt. I stared at my reflection in the dusty mirror, re-adjusting my shirt and ruffling my hair, before giving up and leaving the room.
I found frank, curled up on the sofa watching the opening credits with two mugs of steaming coffee in his hands. “…hi” I say, ringing out my hands, looking anywhere but frank. Frank slowly turns to look at me, holding out one of the mugs in my direction. His eyes widen and his jaw falls slack as a blush creeps across his face. I subconsciously start playing with the hem of my shirt, looking at the floor, feeling like I’m back in high school again.
“I…um…h-hey...” he stuttered, looking down at his coffee. I look up to the tomato-red teen on my couch and cautiously sat down next to him.
“What are we watching, sugar? And thank you for the coffee” I said, taking a mouthful of the bitter liquid I love so much.
“Uh…um… n-nightmare be-before Christmas” he said almost inaudibly
“You remembered! That’s my favourite film!” I beamed at him, seeing another blush creep across his face. Well, say hello to an awkward night.
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