The Technicolor Daydreamer; Folie A Deux.

I wish someone would tell me why the part of my brain that controls anger is hard-wired to my tear-ducts.

I mean, I wasn't scared. For a split second, yes, but that's human, right?
Fight-or-flight response. It's obvious which one i picked.

Anyway, now I was angry. Horribly, horribly angry. I know that Zacky kid was in on it, as was Bert.

I'm not much for revenge...sort of, but in this case, I'll make an exception.
And it will be agonizing.

I was shaking all over, tremors coming in waves. Eyes watering and stinging, vision blurring.
Adrenaline was pumping through my veins. I could feel it, like liquid menthol, making my skin tingle, my hair stand on end.

If I'm not careful, I'll hyperventilate. i have a tendency to do that....what with a diminished air supply and all...and that was one very embarrassing thing I wouldn't do while he was holding me.

So I concentrated some more. Closed my eyes. Held on to Frank while everything else sort of slipped away.

Frank, who, by the way, had me in his arms. Muscular but skinny.

He smelled really good....sweet, like candy. Skittles and cigarettes, and fresh air.

an addictive scent, really. like my dad coming from having a smoke, I'd been raised around the scent since birth, and had developed a craving for nicotine myself....even though I'd never smoked anything before.

I pressed closer to him, clinging a bit, and inhaled inconspicuously.

It was like being carried by a giant, warm teddy bear that smelled like tobacco. I hope he didn't mind. it didn't seem like he did.

I'll fast forward...

To the kiss. My first one.

Ha! I hadn't seen it coming....it had me reeling more than I already was.
Dazed. Dazzled.

Way different from what I expected.

Didn't know he liked me that much.

Well, the feeling's mutual.

Pardon my one-track mind, but I always thought I'd wind up a virginal, unkissed, 30-year-old Chihuahua lady.

I was wrong...about the unkissed part, anyway.
And boy, was I glad.

it felt good. He felt good.

Electric, y'know.

Warm and soft. Heated, too.

i could feel him debating, wondering if he should stop.i didn't want him to.

He pulled away, though, like a good little gentleman.

I was breathing so hard, it was downright embarrassing.

We looked at each other, and his eyes were positively radiant.
As brilliant as emeralds.

"Needed that."

Really did.

"Feel better?" he smirked playfully, as if he wasn't blushing at the same time.

I nodded and snuggled closer, my head still resting comfortably on his shoulder. He laid his head on top of mine.

"Almost there," Gerard noted dryly, his tone implying he wasn't completely oblivious.

"'Kay," I mumbled back in response.

I could hear his heartbeat--frank's heartbeat.
Even and steady. Comforting.

"Does this count as a first date? Cause if it was...I sort of like the ending." My voice was low, quiet.

"So do I." his lips pulled into a stomach-flipping smirk.

"Your right hook's pretty impressive, y'know..." he snickered.

"Your uppercut's not so bad, either."