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Chapter Thirteen.

The next few hours were horrible. Frank had agreed to meet me after school so we could go do something together, alone, and I was on a major high. I couldn’t even sit still in class I was so excited. That wasn’t the horrible part, the horrible part was because it was torture…the waiting. I almost wanted to go and wait outside in the middle of class just in case I missed him after school. I knew I was being stupid though, I was just infatuated.

The bell rang and I jumped up suddenly; running out of class was becoming a habit of mine, much to the annoyance of my teachers.

I was practically the first kid to leave the entire school, having chosen to ignore my locker in favour of Frank. I sat on the wall outside, kicking my heels back against the brick, watching the main entrance and waiting patiently. It was only a few minutes before Frank emerged through the doors, running down the steps towards me with a grin on his face.

“Come on,” he said, taking hold of my hand and dragging me off the wall.

He pulled me down the road quickly, away from school before many students had even stepped outside.

Frank was giggling quietly to himself, as I tried to keep up with his relentless pace.

“What’re you so happy about?” I asked, wondering why he was so hyperactive all of a sudden.

He just glanced sideways at me briefly, “You,” he said softly before pulling us around a corner.

I smiled and gripped tighter onto his hand as he pulled me down the street towards our destination.

“Frankie, where are we going?” I asked, it only now occurring to me to ask him.

“My house,” he said, clutching my hand tighter as we walked.

I was about to ask about his step-dad being home but he answered before I had the chance, “He plays Poker on Thursdays,” he grinned, assuming I knew who ‘he’ was, “He’ll be gone all night.”

I now knew why Frank was so eager to get home; he could actually be himself in his own home tonight.

He didn’t make me wait at the front door this time. We were barely across the threshold when he was pulling me into the kitchen down the far end of the hall.

“Mom?” he called loudly, his voice echoing in my eardrums.

Frank’s mom was sat at the kitchen table reading a magazine of some kind. She looked up on hearing us come in.

Frank let go of my hand temporarily, walking over to his mother to give her a hug.

“Hey, did you have a good day at school?” she asked him as he released his arms from her and walked back over beside me. His mother looked at me, awaiting an explanation from her son.

“Yeah, it was okay,” Frank shrugged, glancing at me angelically, “Um, mom, this is Gerard.”

“Oh, this is the friend you were talking about?” she asked, her eyebrows raised a little as Frank nodded.

“Well, it’s lovely to meet you Gerard,” she said, giving me a warm smile, “Frankie’s not actually told me a lot about you, but as you can imagine we don’t get a lot of opportunity for talking about these things.”

She was laughing, but it was almost nervous laughing, as though afraid to in case his step-dad suddenly decided to burst through the front door.

_

We were walking through Frank’s bedroom door only minutes later, relieved to finally be alone, together. After throwing his bag onto the carpeted floor, Frank collapsed on top of his bed and sprawled his body out, exhausted.

I carefully placed my bag on the floor next to Frank’s and walked over to the bed, where he lay motionless with his eyes closed in blissful relaxation.

“You okay?” I asked, perching on the edge of the bed next to him, watching his restful form.

“Mm,” he mumbled, smiling, and finally opening his eyes to look at me, “Tired,” he added.

I nodded, appreciating that it had been a long day for both of us.

“Sleep?” I asked vaguely, beginning to feel sleepy myself.

Frank nodded and I pulled my shoes off my feet, dropping them to the floor. I lay back on the bed and watched as Frank attempted to untie the knots in his shoelaces while he sat on the edge of the bed.

“Fuck sake,” he muttered, trying to tug his shoes off without untying them, but without any luck.

“Need some help?” I asked, laughing lightly to myself.

Frank whimpered slightly and turned to look at me pleadingly, “Please.”

I smiled at how cute he was being and sat up, pushing myself across the bed sheets until I was sat the other side of him.

“Give me your foot,” I said, holding out my hands expectantly.

Frank leant back onto his elbows and placed one of his legs on my lap.
I took hold of his foot, yanking viciously at the laces until they started to loosen, then did the same to the other shoe. Frank kicked them off and they fell spectacularly over the end of the bed and landed with a thud on the carpet.

He lay back down against his pillow, keeping his legs draped across my lap while he watched me from afar.

I kept my hands on his ankles, liking the contact it gave us, even if it was only a little. My eyes wandered up from his ankles, following every slight curve in his clothed body, up past his legs and torso until they finally settled on his chest. I had done it completely innocently, but now that I had, I realised I was looking at him properly for the first time…in a completely different light. Our eyes connected suddenly and I blushed, realising he’d caught my eyes fixating on his body.

I crawled up the bed next to him and lay down, feeling incredibly nervous all of a sudden. Frank’s eyes followed me as I lay beside him, watching me closely as I stared up at the ceiling. I felt his fingertips brush up against my motionless ones on the bed sheets, making me shiver.

I looked over at him and realised he’d done it deliberately. A small lazy smile graced his lips expectantly, waiting for something, but I wasn’t sure what. His hand guided itself to my cheek and rubbed gently down to my jaw. I don’t know why, but that simple action made me giddy. I smiled in return just as Frank’s warm lips touched my cold ones and pressed gently, sending even more tingles down my spine.

“Mm,” I unintentionally moaned against his mouth, catching him by surprise I guessed, because he pulled away slightly. His hand remained still and warm against my cheek, moving only occasionally to slide his thumb across my skin.

It was at that moment when our eyes connected that I knew for sure; I loved him. I loved him more than words could ever express.

His bright hazel eyes stayed on mine, locking onto my soul as we looked at each other.

I closed the remaining gap between us and brushed my lips up against his. Frank relaxed as I pulled us closer together and nuzzled my face against the side of his cheek, just wanting to be close to him.

That moment between us said more than any gifts, flowers, chocolates or even any kiss could ever say. It wasn’t subtle, it wasn’t shrouded in riddles or metaphors; it was blunt and straight to the point. It was affection at its most brilliant.

I wanted to tell him just exactly how I was feeling, but I couldn’t make my mouth form the words. Four days ago I had been certain I only liked girls, and now…now things were different.

Now, I had Frank.

Description
Chapter Thirteen.

The next few hours were horrible. Frank had agreed to meet me after school so we could go do something together, alone, and I was on a major high. I couldn’t even sit still in class I was so excited. That wasn’t the horrible part, the horrible part was because it was torture…the waiting. I almost wanted to go and wait outside in the middle of class just in case I missed him after school. I knew I was being stupid though, I was just infatuated.

The bell rang and I jumped up suddenly; running out of class was becoming a habit of mine, much to the annoyance of my teachers.

I was practically the first kid to leave the entire school, having chosen to ignore my locker in favour of Frank. I sat on the wall outside, kicking my heels back against the brick, watching the main entrance and waiting patiently. It was only a few minutes before Frank emerged through the doors, running down the steps towards me with a grin on his face.

“Come on,” he said, taking hold of my hand and dragging me off the wall.

He pulled me down the road quickly, away from school before many students had even stepped outside.

Frank was giggling quietly to himself, as I tried to keep up with his relentless pace.

“What’re you so happy about?” I asked, wondering why he was so hyperactive all of a sudden.

He just glanced sideways at me briefly, “You,” he said softly before pulling us around a corner.

I smiled and gripped tighter onto his hand as he pulled me down the street towards our destination.

“Frankie, where are we going?” I asked, it only now occurring to me to ask him.

“My house,” he said, clutching my hand tighter as we walked.

I was about to ask about his step-dad being home but he answered before I had the chance, “He plays Poker on Thursdays,” he grinned, assuming I knew who ‘he’ was, “He’ll be gone all night.”

I now knew why Frank was so eager to get home; he could actually be himself in his own home tonight.

He didn’t make me wait at the front door this time. We were barely across the threshold when he was pulling me into the kitchen down the far end of the hall.

“Mom?” he called loudly, his voice echoing in my eardrums.

Frank’s mom was sat at the kitchen table reading a magazine of some kind. She looked up on hearing us come in.

Frank let go of my hand temporarily, walking over to his mother to give her a hug.

“Hey, did you have a good day at school?” she asked him as he released his arms from her and walked back over beside me. His mother looked at me, awaiting an explanation from her son.

“Yeah, it was okay,” Frank shrugged, glancing at me angelically, “Um, mom, this is Gerard.”

“Oh, this is the friend you were talking about?” she asked, her eyebrows raised a little as Frank nodded.

“Well, it’s lovely to meet you Gerard,” she said, giving me a warm smile, “Frankie’s not actually told me a lot about you, but as you can imagine we don’t get a lot of opportunity for talking about these things.”

She was laughing, but it was almost nervous laughing, as though afraid to in case his step-dad suddenly decided to burst through the front door.

_

We were walking through Frank’s bedroom door only minutes later, relieved to finally be alone, together. After throwing his bag onto the carpeted floor, Frank collapsed on top of his bed and sprawled his body out, exhausted.

I carefully placed my bag on the floor next to Frank’s and walked over to the bed, where he lay motionless with his eyes closed in blissful relaxation.

“You okay?” I asked, perching on the edge of the bed next to him, watching his restful form.

“Mm,” he mumbled, smiling, and finally opening his eyes to look at me, “Tired,” he added.

I nodded, appreciating that it had been a long day for both of us.

“Sleep?” I asked vaguely, beginning to feel sleepy myself.

Frank nodded and I pulled my shoes off my feet, dropping them to the floor. I lay back on the bed and watched as Frank attempted to untie the knots in his shoelaces while he sat on the edge of the bed.

“Fuck sake,” he muttered, trying to tug his shoes off without untying them, but without any luck.

“Need some help?” I asked, laughing lightly to myself.

Frank whimpered slightly and turned to look at me pleadingly, “Please.”

I smiled at how cute he was being and sat up, pushing myself across the bed sheets until I was sat the other side of him.

“Give me your foot,” I said, holding out my hands expectantly.

Frank leant back onto his elbows and placed one of his legs on my lap.
I took hold of his foot, yanking viciously at the laces until they started to loosen, then did the same to the other shoe. Frank kicked them off and they fell spectacularly over the end of the bed and landed with a thud on the carpet.

He lay back down against his pillow, keeping his legs draped across my lap while he watched me from afar.

I kept my hands on his ankles, liking the contact it gave us, even if it was only a little. My eyes wandered up from his ankles, following every slight curve in his clothed body, up past his legs and torso until they finally settled on his chest. I had done it completely innocently, but now that I had, I realised I was looking at him properly for the first time…in a completely different light. Our eyes connected suddenly and I blushed, realising he’d caught my eyes fixating on his body.

I crawled up the bed next to him and lay down, feeling incredibly nervous all of a sudden. Frank’s eyes followed me as I lay beside him, watching me closely as I stared up at the ceiling. I felt his fingertips brush up against my motionless ones on the bed sheets, making me shiver.

I looked over at him and realised he’d done it deliberately. A small lazy smile graced his lips expectantly, waiting for something, but I wasn’t sure what. His hand guided itself to my cheek and rubbed gently down to my jaw. I don’t know why, but that simple action made me giddy. I smiled in return just as Frank’s warm lips touched my cold ones and pressed gently, sending even more tingles down my spine.

“Mm,” I unintentionally moaned against his mouth, catching him by surprise I guessed, because he pulled away slightly. His hand remained still and warm against my cheek, moving only occasionally to slide his thumb across my skin.

It was at that moment when our eyes connected that I knew for sure; I loved him. I loved him more than words could ever express.

His bright hazel eyes stayed on mine, locking onto my soul as we looked at each other.

I closed the remaining gap between us and brushed my lips up against his. Frank relaxed as I pulled us closer together and nuzzled my face against the side of his cheek, just wanting to be close to him.

That moment between us said more than any gifts, flowers, chocolates or even any kiss could ever say. It wasn’t subtle, it wasn’t shrouded in riddles or metaphors; it was blunt and straight to the point. It was affection at its most brilliant.

I wanted to tell him just exactly how I was feeling, but I couldn’t make my mouth form the words. Four days ago I had been certain I only liked girls, and now…now things were different.

Now, I had Frank.