More Than Just Curious

Frank’s P.O.V

It has been a few weeks since the party. Gerard and I have been hanging out a lot since then and we have been getting so much closer. The thing that freaked me out the most was that he hasn’t even kissed me since our kiss in Jamia’s bathroom. It kind of seemed strange to me. He would always be trying to kiss me or something like that. Maybe he just wanted me to make the first move.

Today is a Saturday night, and I am extremely bored. I looked over to the clock that lay on my bedside table, and the time read 8:26pm. I ran over to my dresser and picked up my phone, dialing the familiar number that I have almost memorized. I waited anxiously as it rang and rang. After the fourth ring, he finally answered.

“Hello?” he breathed into the phone. I could almost see the smile playing on his lips.

“Hey Gee; I’m really bored right now. Do you think that you could come over?” I asked him, cutting right to the chase. It was already late enough so I didn’t want to make useless conversation.

“Yeah, no problem Frankie I’ll be over there in a little bit. Is everything okay?” Gerard asked me. He has been very cautious and caring around me lately, ever since my breakdown in his car after Jamia’s party.

“Yeah Gee, I just miss you, and I’m really lonely right now. My mom doesn’t get home until after midnight so I just thought that we could hang out. You could just stay over.” I told him smiling. I loved hanging out with Gerard. He was so easy to talk to and I could be myself around him without worrying about him making fun of me.

“Yeah, I miss you too Frankie, I’m on my way over, bye.” He told me, hanging up. I smiled to myself and got up, walking over to my dresser to grab my red eyeliner.

I applied the red eyeliner heavily on my bottom and top lids, trying to make myself look more presentable before Gerard got here. I mean, I didn’t like him more than a friend or anything like that but every time I saw him he looked gorgeous. I grabbed my hair straightener and straightened my fringe; it was the only part of my hair that I could straighten.

I looked at myself in the mirror, looking over my appearance carefully. I looked over my makeup and hair, making sure everything was perfect. I remember the first time that I ever did this. It was my first date with Bella. I was so excited; I got ready hours before the date had even started. It was one of the happiest days of my life. I felt a few tears begin to escape, falling down my cheeks. That’s when the doorbell rang. I hurriedly wiped the tears away, looked in the mirror one last time before running down the stairs to answer the door.

“Hey Gee,” I smiled at him as I opened the door, enveloping him in a giant hug.

“Hey Frankie,” he giggled. “Just how much did you miss me?” he asked, hugging me back with just as much urgency.

“A lot,” I whispered to him, pulling away from the hug. I looked at him, locking my eyes with his. It seemed like the perfect time to try and kiss him. To be honest, I missed the way his lips felt on mine. I leaned in and closed my eyes, waiting for him to close the gap and let our lips finally meet.

I felt his breath on my lips as he leaned in, getting closer and closer to me. My breath hitched in my throat as I waited for him to finally kiss me.

“We should get to your room,” Gerard told me, making me open up my eyes. I looked at him with obvious sadness. I nodded my head and grabbed his hand, pulling him up the stairs with me.

We got up to my room and automatically Gerard went over to my CD case, taking out one of my Black Flag albums and putting it in the player. I walked over to my bed and sat down, straightening out my comforter. For some odd reason, I was really nervous. I was strangely nervous around Gerard right now and I had no idea why, but I didn’t like it one bit.

“What you want to do?” Gerard asked, sitting down on the bed next to me, so close that our thighs were almost touching.

I looked at him for a second, off in my own little world. He looked beautiful right now. The way he had so little eyeliner on, that perfectly framed his hazel eyes. The way his hair was all messed up, yet it still looked perfect. I wish that I could be as perfect as he was.

“Frank?” Gerard asked me, knocking me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see him waving his hand in front of my face. “You okay Frankie?” Gerard asked me.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” I told him staring straight forward, listening to the Black Flag that was playing quietly in the background.

“You don’t seem okay, is something going on?” he asked me, sounding worried. I shook my head no.

“No, everything’s fine.” I told him smiling.

“Well then what do you want to do, would you maybe want to play truth or dare?” he asked me smiling. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Isn’t that a little kid’s game?” I asked him laughing. He shook his head and laughed along with me.

“No, it’s defiantly not! Now, truth or dare Frankie?” he asked me smirking.

“Dare I guess,” I told him laughing. He smiled at me and tapped him finger to his chin, making a humming noise.

“I dare you to call Jamia!” he shouted, making my face go bright red.

“No! I am not calling that freak! She scares me, and I don’t even think that I have her number anymore.” I told him truthfully. I honestly thought that I had thrown it away.

“Fine, you can only skip this time,” he told me laughing.

“Truth or Dare?” I asked him, looking at him in the eyes. The atmosphere has just gotten very tense in the past few seconds.

“Dare,” he told me smirking slightly. He won’t be smirking for all that much longer.

“I dare you to kiss me,” I told him, never taking my eyes off his. He looked at me, all traces of that smirk disappearing. He bit his lip as I awaited his answer.

“I- I can’t do that Frankie, I’m sorry.” He told me. My heart just sank. I looked at him, trying to will myself not to cry.

“Why not Gerard?” I seethed at him, never breaking eye contact. He looked at me then looked down, fiddling with his thumbs.

“I don’t want you to cry again,” he admitted to me. I couldn’t help but smile at that. I leaned in closer to him so that we were just inches apart.

“You could never make me cry from kissing me,” I told him, hugging him tightly. I pulled back to see him smiling at me.

“So what about that kiss?” I asked him, leaning in so that our lips were almost touching. He smiled at me before leaning in.

“I’m ready when you are,” he said closing the gap between us so that are lips were touching. I hurriedly kissed him with all that I had. I never wanted this moment to end, never.