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Chapter seven
Half an hour later and Frankie was beginning to get fidgety.
‘Not long!’ I said as he grumbled again about his ass getting numb. In fact, I think I was pretty much finished. Carefully shading in the shadow on his face from his face and TaaDaa! Done! I turned my book round so he could look at the end result and he gasped.
‘Jeez. I so don’t look like that. The guy on there is hot!’ I smiled then, finding his shock amusing.
‘Nope, the guy on the couch was hot. This one is freaking sexy.’ I corrected him. He laughed at that, but seemingly nervous, he changed the subject.
‘Hey, do you wanna jam for a bit?’ He asked.
‘Jam? Seriously? We’re not exactly playing Reggae here you know.’ He gave me a queer look.
‘You know what I mean!’ He retorted back, but then just grinned again. ‘Come, on. In the attic is where all the instruments are!’ We climbed a rickety looking staircase and then Frankie exclaimed: ‘Welcome to my paradise!’
When I walked in I gasped. There was a drum kit, a row of guitars at the back, basses, a keyboard and a microphone. There was also a saxophone, a couple of violins, and lots of sets of headphones.
‘Holy. Crap.’ I whispered, in awe with my surroundings. It seemed like a perfect place. I wouldn’t leave it if I lived here.
‘I know right.’ He said and winked at me. I couldn’t help but think he was trying to impress me.
For about four hours straight we practised with just his guitar and the keyboard. What we really needed was someone to play the other instruments, but without them we still sounded epic. When I had bucked up enough courage to start singing in front of him, he literally bowed down to me.
‘Your voice sets me on fire.’ He said to me, and nothing more. I just nervously giggled, thinking of how that could be interpreted in different ways. But no; I was not going down that road with Frankie! I showed him all my other songs except from Cancer...but only because I wasn’t strong enough to not burst out in tears.
Chapter eight
Later on, after we had stuffed ourselves with pizza and were sitting comfortably (him on his sofa, me on his bed) we talked.
‘So, where did you come from?’ I asked Frankie.
‘Chicago. We moved a couple of years back, but I’ve still kept in touch with my friends. I had a band up there...well, nearly. We had no singer.’ He laughed at that.
‘Why’d ya move?’ I asked jokingly.
‘Mum found a better job done here, so off we trotted.’
‘That’s cool.’ I smiled at him.
‘What about you, mystery man? I know nothing about you!’
‘Well, my life’s been a bit topsy turvey...’ I hedged.
‘Explain.’ He was firm, but he still gave me the choice, and, in the end, I found out that I wanted to tell him.
‘Well, I’ve always lived around here, I guess. I use to have a brother, Mikey, and he was Mum’s favourite child.’ I laughed at that, because it was so true. ‘But we were happy, the three of us. But then we had to take Mikey to the hospital, turned out he had cancer...’ I chocked a bit on saying it out loud. ‘He...he died, Frankie. But my mum, she couldn’t take it. Losing her favourite child like that, she just couldn’t live with herself. She kept on thinking that she should have been able to stop it somehow, notice it earlier. Then one day I thought she had slept in too late and went to wake her up. But I couldn’t. She...she just lay there. I found the empty pill box after that and called an ambulance. It was too late.’ I took a deep breath, deciding to get it all over with. ‘After that bullying at school started. They all found out that my brother had died, and used it against me. For two years now, two whole freaking years. They hit me, tease me. They tell me to go join my brother six foot under. I loved him! He was my little Mikey! Yet they were taking the piss out of his name, of what happened to him...After my mum...I had nowhere to live. I slept on the street for about six months before my foster parents now found me. And that’s it. I visit my brother’s grave every month, but I don’t know where my mum’s buried. They took her away before I could see her...’
I couldn’t believe that I just told some guy that I’d only known for two days my whole entire life story. And without crying.
‘Oh, my poor little Gee...You’ve been through so much!’ Frankie came over to the bed and gave me a big hug. ‘My poor brave Gee.’ He bent down then and looked me in the eyes. ‘You’re not alone anymore, Gee. You never have to be alone. I’m here, always. I love you Gee.’
He then closed his eyes and moved forward, planting a soft gentle kiss on my lips.
My nerves sent shock waves through my body before my brain could even compute what had just happened. Frankie was still looking at me and in case his eyes engulfed me I closed them, leaning in, mirroring what he had done before. But this time I pulled him up so he was lying next to me, I pressed closer, more urgently. How could I ever have thought that Frankie and I could have been just friends?! He parted my lips and I felt his tongue trace my teeth. I put my hand at the back of his next and the other on his hip, pulling him closer to me, never wanting to let him go. He raked both his hands through my hair and gently bit my lower lip. I couldn’t help but groan. He pulled off me, gasping for breath, and let me cuddle him close to me.
‘That was perfect, Frankie.’ I whispered into his ear.
‘I’ve been waiting to do that since I heard you play, Gee. You don’t realise how beautiful you really are...’
‘But, how are we going to do this? What about the kids at school? They’ll never get over the fact that they have something else to put me down with.’ I could imagine it now, all the name calling, the extra shoves.
‘You know, we could run away right now. Forget about those kids at school; forget about the ones that hurt you, who left you. All you have to do is take me hand Gee... In Chicago I know some people: Ray! He plays the guitar as if he’s making love! And Bob! God, when he has those drumsticks in his hand he can make me cry. And Ebony...I’ve never heard a better bassist than her. Ever. Come one, just take my hand. With your music, we could go national, international! Come on Gee, you know you want to! I love you Gee! We could live the dream, our dream. You don’t owe anyone anything here in this mangy town, and we can visit Mikey every month, just like you do now, except, you’ll have such stories to tell him. Just take my hand.’
And you know what I did.
I took his hand.
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Half an hour later and Frankie was beginning to get fidgety.
‘Not long!’ I said as he grumbled again about his ass getting numb. In fact, I think I was pretty much finished. Carefully shading in the shadow on his face from his face and TaaDaa! Done! I turned my book round so he could look at the end result and he gasped.
‘Jeez. I so don’t look like that. The guy on there is hot!’ I smiled then, finding his shock amusing.
‘Nope, the guy on the couch was hot. This one is freaking sexy.’ I corrected him. He laughed at that, but seemingly nervous, he changed the subject.
‘Hey, do you wanna jam for a bit?’ He asked.
‘Jam? Seriously? We’re not exactly playing Reggae here you know.’ He gave me a queer look.
‘You know what I mean!’ He retorted back, but then just grinned again. ‘Come, on. In the attic is where all the instruments are!’ We climbed a rickety looking staircase and then Frankie exclaimed: ‘Welcome to my paradise!’
When I walked in I gasped. There was a drum kit, a row of guitars at the back, basses, a keyboard and a microphone. There was also a saxophone, a couple of violins, and lots of sets of headphones.
‘Holy. Crap.’ I whispered, in awe with my surroundings. It seemed like a perfect place. I wouldn’t leave it if I lived here.
‘I know right.’ He said and winked at me. I couldn’t help but think he was trying to impress me.
For about four hours straight we practised with just his guitar and the keyboard. What we really needed was someone to play the other instruments, but without them we still sounded epic. When I had bucked up enough courage to start singing in front of him, he literally bowed down to me.
‘Your voice sets me on fire.’ He said to me, and nothing more. I just nervously giggled, thinking of how that could be interpreted in different ways. But no; I was not going down that road with Frankie! I showed him all my other songs except from Cancer...but only because I wasn’t strong enough to not burst out in tears.
Chapter eight
Later on, after we had stuffed ourselves with pizza and were sitting comfortably (him on his sofa, me on his bed) we talked.
‘So, where did you come from?’ I asked Frankie.
‘Chicago. We moved a couple of years back, but I’ve still kept in touch with my friends. I had a band up there...well, nearly. We had no singer.’ He laughed at that.
‘Why’d ya move?’ I asked jokingly.
‘Mum found a better job done here, so off we trotted.’
‘That’s cool.’ I smiled at him.
‘What about you, mystery man? I know nothing about you!’
‘Well, my life’s been a bit topsy turvey...’ I hedged.
‘Explain.’ He was firm, but he still gave me the choice, and, in the end, I found out that I wanted to tell him.
‘Well, I’ve always lived around here, I guess. I use to have a brother, Mikey, and he was Mum’s favourite child.’ I laughed at that, because it was so true. ‘But we were happy, the three of us. But then we had to take Mikey to the hospital, turned out he had cancer...’ I chocked a bit on saying it out loud. ‘He...he died, Frankie. But my mum, she couldn’t take it. Losing her favourite child like that, she just couldn’t live with herself. She kept on thinking that she should have been able to stop it somehow, notice it earlier. Then one day I thought she had slept in too late and went to wake her up. But I couldn’t. She...she just lay there. I found the empty pill box after that and called an ambulance. It was too late.’ I took a deep breath, deciding to get it all over with. ‘After that bullying at school started. They all found out that my brother had died, and used it against me. For two years now, two whole freaking years. They hit me, tease me. They tell me to go join my brother six foot under. I loved him! He was my little Mikey! Yet they were taking the piss out of his name, of what happened to him...After my mum...I had nowhere to live. I slept on the street for about six months before my foster parents now found me. And that’s it. I visit my brother’s grave every month, but I don’t know where my mum’s buried. They took her away before I could see her...’
I couldn’t believe that I just told some guy that I’d only known for two days my whole entire life story. And without crying.
‘Oh, my poor little Gee...You’ve been through so much!’ Frankie came over to the bed and gave me a big hug. ‘My poor brave Gee.’ He bent down then and looked me in the eyes. ‘You’re not alone anymore, Gee. You never have to be alone. I’m here, always. I love you Gee.’
He then closed his eyes and moved forward, planting a soft gentle kiss on my lips.
My nerves sent shock waves through my body before my brain could even compute what had just happened. Frankie was still looking at me and in case his eyes engulfed me I closed them, leaning in, mirroring what he had done before. But this time I pulled him up so he was lying next to me, I pressed closer, more urgently. How could I ever have thought that Frankie and I could have been just friends?! He parted my lips and I felt his tongue trace my teeth. I put my hand at the back of his next and the other on his hip, pulling him closer to me, never wanting to let him go. He raked both his hands through my hair and gently bit my lower lip. I couldn’t help but groan. He pulled off me, gasping for breath, and let me cuddle him close to me.
‘That was perfect, Frankie.’ I whispered into his ear.
‘I’ve been waiting to do that since I heard you play, Gee. You don’t realise how beautiful you really are...’
‘But, how are we going to do this? What about the kids at school? They’ll never get over the fact that they have something else to put me down with.’ I could imagine it now, all the name calling, the extra shoves.
‘You know, we could run away right now. Forget about those kids at school; forget about the ones that hurt you, who left you. All you have to do is take me hand Gee... In Chicago I know some people: Ray! He plays the guitar as if he’s making love! And Bob! God, when he has those drumsticks in his hand he can make me cry. And Ebony...I’ve never heard a better bassist than her. Ever. Come one, just take my hand. With your music, we could go national, international! Come on Gee, you know you want to! I love you Gee! We could live the dream, our dream. You don’t owe anyone anything here in this mangy town, and we can visit Mikey every month, just like you do now, except, you’ll have such stories to tell him. Just take my hand.’
And you know what I did.
I took his hand.
Hey - thanks for reading! Reviews and rates much appreciated! Hugs and kisses:) - Ali
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