When I Go, Bring Me Back Again

The worst thing about getting beat up is the bruises, sure the pain might suck, but it normally doesn’t stick around for a few days. It just happened to be my horrible luck that I was going on a date with Gerard tonight, and half of my face was still black and blue.
“If you keep prodding at it hun, it’ll only get worse and stay there longer.” Mom stated from the living room, I was standing in front of the hallway mirror poking at the stitches along my eyebrow.
“Yeah, but I need these to disappear, like now would be nice.” I whined scanning the damage. There was a bruise that went from just up to the right of my eye and trailed not only around my eye, but to the mid part of my nose. Damn you Thomas.
“Well, do you mind explaining why you’ve been locked up in your room for a good two hours and why suddenly your appearance means so much? You’re worse than me dear.” I rolled my eyes finally giving up on it going away. I had tried putting some make up over it, only it didn’t exactly work.
“I’ve got a date tonight.” I grumbled not happy that I looked like shit. Honestly, how the hell could Gerard even look at me and tell me I looked good? Maybe he was just trying to make me feel better?
“Oh, with who?” ah now she was really curious, I walked in the room and sat down next to her, sinking into the couch.
“With Gerard. I asked him out yesterday, not realizing that my face was deformed.”
“Aw honey your face isn’t deformed.” she smiled.
“You’re my Mother, you’re supposed to say that.” I replied monotonously, she just laughed looking at the bruising.
“Its not as bad as you think dear. So where are you two going?” I frowned.
“I don’t exactly know yet. I told him we would go wherever he wants to go.” I shrugged looking towards the clock seeing that he would be here in about ten minutes.
“So did he ask you out?”
“No, I asked him after Mikey thought I was molesting him.” her eyebrows hitched and she popped my arm.
“Frank what have I told you?!” she scolded making me laugh.
“We didn’t do anything like that Mom,” I chuckled shoving her shoulder.
“Well then what did you do?”
“Uh we might have made out... sort of with his brother in the room, sitting at the end of the bed.” I blushed.
“I’m grateful he was there, heaven help me I swear Frank...” she trailed off shaking her head.
“Hey, I don’t just randomly jump into bed with people.” she gave me an amused look.
“Yet you were on a bed when this happened.” I opened my mouth like a fish, trying to say something to defend myself with but I had nothing so I ended up closing it and opening it back up in hopes for something, but I still had no comeback. She was right and she enjoyed that.

Thankfully there was a knock at the door and I prayed it was Gerard. Being early was a saving grace and I would be in his debt forever. I quickly got up and ran to the door, swinging it open and grinned seeing him standing there. He was wearing tight black jeans and a black plain shirt that hugged him perfectly.
“Uh sorry if I’m early, I had to escape my Mom,” I nodded.
“No trust me, it’s perfect. My Mom is driving me crazy too.” I breathed.
“Frank, is that him hun?” my eyes widened and I ran out grabbing his hand. Not bothering to even shut the door as we went to his car.
“Come on, I don’t need any embarrassing stuff right now.” he only laughed as we got in and buckled up, I looked back at the house and saw Mom in the doorway with a grin on her face as she shook her head. When he started the car she waved before shutting the door.
“She doesn’t look that bad, I mean... last time I met her it wasn’t that bad.” he stated pulling out of my drive.
“Yeah well today’s different. She has a reason to embarrass me Gee.”
“Aw it couldn’t be that bad.” I frowned.
“Or is it?” he laughed.
“That is something you will never find out.” he frowned.
“Not even if I begged to find out?” I looked over at him.
“Uh I dunno, how good is your begging?” he just grinned looking back at the road.
“Oh you’ll find out one day.” I couldn’t help but laugh.
“So um, where are we going again?” he cleared his throat rolling down his window.
“Well, wherever your favorite places are. Like I said yesterday, today is all about what you want to do.” he frowned.
“But I don’t really go out Frankie. I mean, and when I do... it’s all pretty boring.” he looked over at me.
“As long as you’re there I’m fine. So Mr. Way you’re the one in control. This date is in your hands.”
“Oh boy,” he whispered making me laugh.
“It’s not that much pressure is it?” he shrugged.
“I just don’t want to bore the shit out of you Frankie.” he was still frowning.
“Like I said the first time, as long as you’re there and you are happy then I’ll be happy,” I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek before falling back into my seat. When I looked back over his cheeks were tinged with red and he had a wide smile. I grabbed his hand looking back at the road wondering where he was driving too.
“So where are we going?” I looked over at him but he shook his head.
“I’m not going to tell you anything. You said it was in my hands so you’ll just have to go along with it.”
“Jerk.” I mumbled making him laugh.
“You never said I had to tell you Frank, it’s not my fault you didn’t think things through.” I wanted to wipe the smirk off his face but I couldn’t help but enjoy how it looked on him. I sighed running my thumb against his and looked back out at the road, trying to guess of any and every place possible. We weren’t driving for long before his hand reached up and brushed the bruise.
“Do they still hurt?” I shook my head.
“Are you sure? I always thought the stitches would hurt.”
“You’ve never had them before?” he frowned.
“No, and even if I did them I would have probably just suffered... I’m terrified of needles,” he shuddered.
“I didn’t know that.”
“Yeah, well it’s kind of embarrassing really.”
“Well I’m scared of spiders, heights and tight spaces.” I shrugged.
“Really?” he looked at me, it was then that I realized we were at a red light. If we hadn’t I would have feared for my life, seeing as he was looking at me more than the road.
“Yeah, so see, there’s nothing for you to be embarrassed about. People have their fears, it’s only natural to have them.” I explained grabbing his hand. I laced my fingers with his, laying it on the center console.
“Thanks Frankie.” I looked over at him and smiled.
“I don’t know why you’re thanking me, but you’re welcome.” he smiled in return before driving again, taking us somewhere that I’m sure I would enjoy.