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     My four years of collage flew by as if it were a matter of days instead of 48 months. I only saw Frank over Christmas break, and a little over the summer.
     I called to tell him I was finally done with collage only to find that he had started himself. Great... right? Now it'll be the same thing all over again, except HE'LL be away and I'LL be bored as hell just waiting for him. He told me to look for a job in NYC, said I'd definatly be able to find one, it IS New York City ya know. So I did.
     I got a job writing and drawing, using Frank's Christmas gift everyday. I wear the necklace he got me twentyfour-seven too. I know how he felt too, about his job. Same old boring thing, everyday.
     Don't get me wrong; I love drawing. But what they want me to draw, I can't do it. I need to be inspired. The only cool thing is my office building is right next to the Twin Towers. I can't believe it's 2001, September 11, I don't know where time goes anymore.
     'Holy fuck!'

                                             *10 min. later*
     'Who the fuck is calling me...'
     'Gerard! Oh my God! Are you okay? Please say you're okay? If you're hurt I think I'll fall over and die! Are you'
     'Frankie I'm fine.... I think.'
     'Well I'm on my way over anyways. I'll be there to pick you up soon.'
     'Ok.' I responded.
     'I love you. It shouldn't take me long to get there. Bye Gee.'
     'Bye..... Wait, Frankie.' I stopped him.
     'Yeah Gee?' He said.
     'Please hurry.' I begged. Even I could hear the fear in my voice, and I didn't like it.
     'I will, Bye Gerard.'
     I walked twords my car, planning on moving it away from the scene, btu instead finding it crushed beneath debree from the fallen towers. A police man approched me as I stood in shock, not from my car, but the collapsed buildings in front of me.
     The scene was overwelming, the burning chunks of building, the obnoxious sirens, the heart breaking cries and screams of inocent people.
     'Excuse me sir.' My thoughts were interupted. 'I'm sorry sir, but I have to escourt you to a safe area.' He said.
     'Who could do this?' I asked still staring in awe at the horifying sight.
     'I don't know sir. It's incredible that anyone could do such a thing, but we need to go.' He said patiently but strictly. I followed him to an area just outside the cation tape and there he left me, still dumbstruck by the events of the past thirty min.
     'Gerard!' Frank screamed as he hugged me.
     'I told you I was Fine.' Finally snaping out of my trance.
     'You said 'I guess',' he said. 'And you just sounded...weird, I guess. I just knew something was wrong.'
     'I was just shocked, it all happened so fast. The Twin Towers fell killing what had to be over 2,000 people right in front of my eyes, and I couldn't do anything about it!' I half screamed out of frustration. My mood visably changing. Jeeze, I sounded like a girl with PMS.
     'Fuck art! I've gotta get out of the basement! I've gotta see the world! I've gotta make a differance!'
     I was just so frustrated. What had I been doing sence I got out of high school that could help anyone but myself? Nothing! Frank just hugged me close to his small body, holding me tight. He didn't know what to say. But then again, what do you say to that?
     A few minutes later, we walked back to Frank's car holding hands. Every once in a while, he'd give my hand a squeeze to let me know he was there for me and we could talk, if that's what I wanted.
     We reached his car, got in, and began to drive away. It was completely silent untill we were about 1 min. from Frank's house and he spoke. 'It's been so long.'
     'Frank! Watch the road!' I yelled grabing the steering wheel and getting us all the way back on the road.
     'I missed you so much.' He said still staring at me. I could hear the lust in his voice, and then I realized how much I missed him. How much I wanted him.
     He continued to stare at me as I did my best to drive from the passangers seat. I avoided his gaze, knowing that if I looked into his eyes, I wouldn't be able to control myself. I turned into the driveway, took the keys out of the ignition, and looked up at Frank, who was STILL staring. I opened my mouth to say something but the thought quickly faded.
     Frank slipped out of his seat and on top of me in one fluid movement. I tried to recall what I was going to say, but as his lips met mine, I knew the thought was lost forever.
     There were tongues colliding, hands tangled in hair, and we somehow managed to get to Frank's bedroom without me noticing. Clothes seemed to be ripped from burning skin, as we kissed.  There were moans of plesure and declarations of love; Promises of hope and never loving another.
     There was a brief period of heavy breathing and then silence, as we fell asleep, holding each other lovingly in our arms.

Description
     My four years of collage flew by as if it were a matter of days instead of 48 months. I only saw Frank over Christmas break, and a little over the summer.
     I called to tell him I was finally done with collage only to find that he had started himself. Great... right? Now it'll be the same thing all over again, except HE'LL be away and I'LL be bored as hell just waiting for him. He told me to look for a job in NYC, said I'd definatly be able to find one, it IS New York City ya know. So I did.
     I got a job writing and drawing, using Frank's Christmas gift everyday. I wear the necklace he got me twentyfour-seven too. I know how he felt too, about his job. Same old boring thing, everyday.
     Don't get me wrong; I love drawing. But what they want me to draw, I can't do it. I need to be inspired. The only cool thing is my office building is right next to the Twin Towers. I can't believe it's 2001, September 11, I don't know where time goes anymore.
     'Holy fuck!'

                                             *10 min. later*
     'Who the fuck is calling me...'
     'Gerard! Oh my God! Are you okay? Please say you're okay? If you're hurt I think I'll fall over and die! Are you'
     'Frankie I'm fine.... I think.'
     'Well I'm on my way over anyways. I'll be there to pick you up soon.'
     'Ok.' I responded.
     'I love you. It shouldn't take me long to get there. Bye Gee.'
     'Bye..... Wait, Frankie.' I stopped him.
     'Yeah Gee?' He said.
     'Please hurry.' I begged. Even I could hear the fear in my voice, and I didn't like it.
     'I will, Bye Gerard.'
     I walked twords my car, planning on moving it away from the scene, btu instead finding it crushed beneath debree from the fallen towers. A police man approched me as I stood in shock, not from my car, but the collapsed buildings in front of me.
     The scene was overwelming, the burning chunks of building, the obnoxious sirens, the heart breaking cries and screams of inocent people.
     'Excuse me sir.' My thoughts were interupted. 'I'm sorry sir, but I have to escourt you to a safe area.' He said.
     'Who could do this?' I asked still staring in awe at the horifying sight.
     'I don't know sir. It's incredible that anyone could do such a thing, but we need to go.' He said patiently but strictly. I followed him to an area just outside the cation tape and there he left me, still dumbstruck by the events of the past thirty min.
     'Gerard!' Frank screamed as he hugged me.
     'I told you I was Fine.' Finally snaping out of my trance.
     'You said 'I guess',' he said. 'And you just sounded...weird, I guess. I just knew something was wrong.'
     'I was just shocked, it all happened so fast. The Twin Towers fell killing what had to be over 2,000 people right in front of my eyes, and I couldn't do anything about it!' I half screamed out of frustration. My mood visably changing. Jeeze, I sounded like a girl with PMS.
     'Fuck art! I've gotta get out of the basement! I've gotta see the world! I've gotta make a differance!'
     I was just so frustrated. What had I been doing sence I got out of high school that could help anyone but myself? Nothing! Frank just hugged me close to his small body, holding me tight. He didn't know what to say. But then again, what do you say to that?
     A few minutes later, we walked back to Frank's car holding hands. Every once in a while, he'd give my hand a squeeze to let me know he was there for me and we could talk, if that's what I wanted.
     We reached his car, got in, and began to drive away. It was completely silent untill we were about 1 min. from Frank's house and he spoke. 'It's been so long.'
     'Frank! Watch the road!' I yelled grabing the steering wheel and getting us all the way back on the road.
     'I missed you so much.' He said still staring at me. I could hear the lust in his voice, and then I realized how much I missed him. How much I wanted him.
     He continued to stare at me as I did my best to drive from the passangers seat. I avoided his gaze, knowing that if I looked into his eyes, I wouldn't be able to control myself. I turned into the driveway, took the keys out of the ignition, and looked up at Frank, who was STILL staring. I opened my mouth to say something but the thought quickly faded.
     Frank slipped out of his seat and on top of me in one fluid movement. I tried to recall what I was going to say, but as his lips met mine, I knew the thought was lost forever.
     There were tongues colliding, hands tangled in hair, and we somehow managed to get to Frank's bedroom without me noticing. Clothes seemed to be ripped from burning skin, as we kissed.  There were moans of plesure and declarations of love; Promises of hope and never loving another.
     There was a brief period of heavy breathing and then silence, as we fell asleep, holding each other lovingly in our arms.