"I might as well call you mom," he replies, laughing as he pulls his flip phone out and pulls up his father's contact. He clicks the green button and his phone starts to call the number.
"Hello? Is Frank there?" He asks, scowling a little. "This is his son." After getting his father on the phone they have a quick conversation, their sentences only containing a few words. "Okay, Dad, bye... I love you, too." He flips it closed and puts it back in his pocket.
"So, you can come over?"
"Yes, he just said that I need to have a ride back," he sighs a little. "Your mom or dad wouldn't mind, right?"
"No, my mom is a sweet heart, she'd do anything just to make someone smile."
He doesn't reply, he just curves his lips into another heartwarming smile. I mean it when I say heartwarming. Just that slight smile was enough to make me feel warm inside, content.
Class speeds by with Frank and I talking animatedly with each other. We jump from topic to topic in a few minutes' time. From music to comic books. From comic books to Spongebob. From Spongebob to Ebola. From Ebola to why we have to learn the most pointless stuff in math.
Eventually, the bell rings.
We gather our things and stand up, continuing our conversation. "I think dying of Ebola would be a pretty awesome way to die," Frank says, chuckling a little as he pushes himself off the ground.
"Oh, yes, Frank. All your veins bursting and your blood gushing from every opening in your body." I put my bag over my shoulder and start the journey to the bus parking lot.
"Yeah. Like, how awesome would it be if all your blood just oozed from your eyes, and your nose, and hell, your dick!" He exclaims, throwing his pale arms in the air for emphasis.
"That sounds painful, actually. I think if I was in that situation I would be thoroughly freaked out."
"You're ruining this, Gerard," he deadpans.
"I'm being literal," I reply.
"And so am I."
We both stop talking for a few minutes as Frank follows me to the bus parking lot and to my bus. As soon as we get close, I explain to him that I wait for my little brother everyday. I fill him in on Mikey, telling him normal brotherly details. "He's an annoying eighth grader."
"Really?" Frank asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, yes. You're probably going to get filled in on a bunch of details about his crush," I explain with a little chuckle.
"Oh, really?" Frank asks, looking around a little, for what, I'm not sure.
"Yes, and it gets annoying. You learn to deal with it though."
"Will I be visiting enough to be able to get used to it?" He asks.
"Hopefully." It may be a large thing to hope for: a friend, a best friend, who can visit multiple times during the week. A friend who will care. A friend who will be able to get used to my brother's constant ramblings about the boy he's practically in love with. It's a lot to hope for, but I can't help but wish for it.
After just a few minutes, through the thinning crowd of students and teachers, I see my lanky brother walking towards me with large strides and a grin bigger than he swears his penis is. "Gerard, Gerard, I have amazing news!"
"Is it about Gay?" I ask, joking around with him.
"Ha Ha, very funny. And yes, it's about Ray." We start walking to the front of the bus so we can take our spots in the back.
"By the way, this is my friend, Frank. Frank, this is the nuisance himself, Michael."
"Do not call me Michael," Mikey says, glaring daggers at me. Then, he turns around and shakes Frank's hand before stepping onto the bus.
"Feisty," Frank mutters from behind me.
After we get settled and the buses start to leave, Mikey puts on his fangirl face and starts to go on about Ray. "Okay. Okay, okay, okay. So, Ray and I were walking to the bus parking lot together, just talking about superheroes, but after a few minutes he hugs me. He fucking hugged me, Gerard. Can you believe that?!"
"No I can't, Mikey. A totally gay guy hugging another totally gay guy? Never." I'm purposely making my tone sound bored just to mess with Mikey. I'm not actually all that bored, I'm happy that Mikey has found someone to fangirl over and notice little things about.
"Shut up," he mutters, crossing his arms.
"I think that's nice, Mikey," Frank interjects. "Do you know if he likes you back or not?" Oh, God, he just dragged himself into the longest conversation of his life.
"I don't know. I like to think he does, but I'm not sure. I hope so because he has the fluffiest hair ever that I want to play with, we both love the same comics and music and superheroes, we both like horror movies, we both just... I don't know, I like him." And they stay talking about Ray for the rest of the bus ride. It's amazing. Frank is so gentle when talking to my little brother, but he has no hesitation in practically telling me to fuck off.
Is amazing really the word for that, though?
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1628 words, guys. Woo.
Okay, well, I'm glad I updated! I honestly lost my thrill for writing for a few weeks and it scared me, but I'm back and I still love writing!
Okay, well, I love you guys and I will update hopefully soon!
xoCrashFire
Chapter Twelve
Start from the beginning
