Hi guys, I'm back to torment you with my horrifying dreams. Don't even go there, it's not worth it. Anyways, this evolved in my mind last night, and I realised that you may want to read it.
DON'T BLAME ME IF THIS IS DISTURBING.
Frank's point of view.
I was watching him talk. Again. By him, I mean Gerard. My best friend, and crush since I was 9. It's just fun to watch his perfect mouth form his words weird. He's always spoken like that. I've always wondered why.
"Gerard, why do you talk like that?"
He shot me a confused look, and then turned his focus back to the TV, before answering,
I smiled gently, and sighed. He knows exactly how he talks. And why. I'll bet anything on it.
I got up off his bed, and ran to the white tiled bathroom down the hallway. I brought back with me Gerard's bathroom mirror, and as soon as I walked back into his room, I shoved it in his face, and demanded,
"Talk. Talk to the mirror, and see how you talk."
He gave me a disbelieving look, but still glared at the mirrored surface, and said.
"Frank, is this really necessary? Ohh, I see what you mean now."
I grinned, and he smiled lopsidedly back at me. I asked further,
"And you know why, I'll bet."
He frowned, and flicked his black hair across his forehead. Then he leaned back into the soft pillows on his bed, and muttered,
"I have a few theories."
I grinned, and settled next to him on the bed. He began,
"Okay, theory one. I just chew way too much gum."
"I'm pretty sure that's correct."
He smiled at me bashfully, then said quietly,
"I also have another theory. But it may not be right. Wait, don't worry, it can wait."
He ducked his head, and carried on looking at the TV, which was blaring an old fashioned zombie film. I sighed.
"Dude. Spit it out."
He still hung his head, making me want to give him a hug, and tell him it was alright. He muttered,
"Did you ever read Peter Pan?"
I shook my head, and exclaimed,
"Yeah, I had to when I played him in our school play."
I snickered, but he carried on.
"Anyway.." He paused. "The mother, Mrs. Darling.. uh, the kids noticed that on the side of her mouth..was a hidden kiss. The kiss never went away, until the end of the book, when she gave it to Peter Pan."
He blushed. It was beautiful. I asked,
"So..you just need a lucky Peter to come along. You got a girl in mind?"
He laughed, and replied,
"I think "girl" is a bit strong."
"A lucky guy then?"
I never knew he wasn't straight.
Gerard blushed again.
"Yeah... You might know him, actually."
"I think you two are pretty close"
"Yeah. It's almost like...you know him like the back of your hand."
Then he looked at me. Not just a look. Not even a dirty look. One of those looks that stare right into your soul, and you can't but help stare back. Once he had worked his magic, he leaned forward, until we were eye to eye, and almost chest to chest. I almost sighed girlishly, but I didn't want to ruin the moment. Then he whispered,
"In fact, he looks a hell of a lot like you."
Breathing the smell of coffee and cigarettes into my face. I took a sharp intake of air, and almost choked when he winked at me.
Holy mother of all the fucks. Breathe Frank, or you may just pass out.
I actually thought I was going to faint. No lie.
I was brought back into being by Gerard kissing me. Full on the mouth, and grabbing hold of my hair while he was at it. Gradually, I caught hold of myself, and kissed back, until I was basically on his lap. He pulled away, and chuckled gently, ruffling his hair with his right hand bashfully. I blushed, and sat down next to him.
Gee studied me looking all shy and shit, and wrapped his arm around my shoulders comfortingly. I leaned back into his embrace, and he rested his chin on the top of my head. I sighed, and whispered,
"I'm so happy I could fly."
I felt him smile, and he whispered back,