College For the Utterly Confused and the Fabulously Drag

“Fuck, dude you need to wake up now.” Frank was being shaken by some unknown voice, someone he knew was not his mother nor Jamia. That’s when it hit him. Oh fuck.

Frank hobbled up and out of bed, the light that was now coming out from the open curtains almost blinding him in his half conscious state. He looked around the room, confusion sweeping around in his mind. He hadn’t had the slightest idea who had woken him up, but when he saw Gerard, the red headed man that was standing in front of him, a smirk on his lips that were curled around a half smoken cigarette, he knew exactly who it was.

“I didn’t suspect that you wanted to be late to class your first day of college,” Gerard told him as he walked his way over to Frank’s bed to sit down. “Oh shit dude, you didn’t even have a blanket? It was cold last night.” Frank’s jaw was slacked, his hair was a disheveled mess, and his eyes were half open as he attempted to listen to Gerard’s drabbles. He was not a morning person by far.
“Nah, thanks man. I guess I forgot to set my alarm last night,” Frank grabbed his phone from off the bed and checked out the time. If he wasn’t awake before, then he definitely was now.

“Fuck! My class starts in ten minutes!” Frank shouted flinging his phone down on the bed and running off to the bathroom, slamming the cheap made door behind him.

Gerard couldn’t help but snicker in amusement at Frank’s reaction for a second, before getting up off the bed and pulling on his stilettos. He wasn’t going full drag today, just a medium length black skirt and a Misfits band shirt. Which his newly added stilettos complemented nicely. His makeup was done lightly around his eyes with black eyeliner on both his top and bottom lids. Gerard ultimately thought that he had looked cute.

Gerard walked over to his bed and sat down, grabbing out his makeup bag and shuffled through it before he came across his compact mirror, picking it up and opening it to give himself a long look in the small glass. He shuffled his hair around and pursed his lips. He sighed before grabbing his scarlet lipstick. Yeah, now this was complete. He zipped up the bag and stood up, making his way over to the door.

“See you after classes, Frank!” Gerard called out before he had shut the door behind him.

.Time Lapse.

Classes sucked, Frank had ultimately thought as he unlocked the door to his dorm. He hated most of the teachers all-together, no doubt. But his physiology teacher hadn’t sucked too badly. Frank didn’t know if it was just because he liked the subject that was taught or the teacher was just pretty cool. But all in all, yes. His first day at college was a blow. He didn’t even want to go out and party now, most of the students here weren’t even fun to hang around. They all already seemed to fit into just a few categories. Bitches, whores, and last but not least, druggies. He did have to give some of the kid’s props though; some of them were just okay. They were normal kids, really like him but they weren’t in anyway the rocker type, or possibly even the comic book types. They were nerds flat out, but Frank thought, they were so much better than the bitches.

He sighed and threw himself down on his blain mattress. He had so much homework; he had so many things to do today, and as of now the only thing on his mind was to go visit his mother. He was going to wait a few days and really get settled in and used to not seeing her, but it was just way too hard. And if he weren’t dead beat tired like he was the night before, then there would be no doubt he would have woke up in the middle of the night crying, balling his eyes out to some roommate he had just met that day, because yeah, Frank probably would have went to that point.

So with that, Frank scrapped himself up off the mattress and shuffled around in his pocket for his cell phone. He dialed his mother’s number and waited for her to answer. This felt weird, he thought. He had never, ever needed to call his mother before going over to her, their home, mostly because Frank was never gone. The thought alone almost made him cry right there.

“Hey Frank,” his mother’s soothing voice answered the phone, a sign of happiness and relief in her tone. “How was the first day at college?”

“Not good” Frank began, which got a sigh in response from his mother. “I woke up late for one, which resulted in making me late to my first class of the day, which I know was just an outstanding first impression. Then after that the classes just dragged on for what seemed like forever before they finally ended. The professors are just so strict too, which I guess I should have already anticipated. I mean this isn’t high school.”

“I hope your day will be better tomorrow, Honey.” His mother cooed. “What about the students?” she questioned. “Are your classmates nice?”

Frank sighed. “Not even close. I haven’t really gotten to know many, but god they are just horrible.” Frank fidgeted on the bed, his fingers beginning to twirl between his hairs. “None of them seem to be interested in anything I like, and after all of the things I heard about them I don’t really want to get to know them.”

“Well, what about Gerard? You seemed to have liked him yesterday.” Linda questioned. “He is still good to you, isn’t he?”

“Yes, Gerard is the only good thing that is at this school so far. He is awesome. He likes a lot of the same stuff I do, he sings and he draws, he loves bands that I love and he paints things that go on display in coffee shops. That might be where you’ve heard of him before. But did I tell you he wears drag?”

Linda almost choked on the coffee that she was sipping on. “He dresses in drag? Like on that television show that you used to watch?” Frank could almost hear the indifference in her voice. He laughed out loud at her reaction.

“No, not full on glitz and glamour drag, he mostly only dresses up in women’s clothing from time to time, he told me.”

Linda let out a small sigh of relief. The way that those men on that television show had worn they’re make up and clothes had seemed a little, or way too much. “Is he gay?”

“Nope, he says he is straight, and he even has a girlfriend, Lyn-z, that girl I was telling you about yesterday.”

Linda was bewildered. “Does he know you’re gay?”

“Nope, I don’t think so. Not unless he is some type of mind reader or something.” Frank started. “I’m not even sure if he is homophobic or not.”

“Well, I sure hope he isn’t. If he even thinks about hurting you honey, oh you know what id do.” Linda threatened, trying to make her voice sound menacing, when in reality she was one of the nicest women you would ever meet.

“I got the spray mom, that won’t be necessary.” Frank chuckled.

“I suppose,” Linda said as she attempted to calm herself. “So when are you coming by to get the rest of your things?”

“Actually, I was wondering if I could come by today, I mean I cant stay long by any means but maybe you could pack up all of the things that I need and just get them ready,” Frank said, trying to make himself sound as hopeful as he could make himself. He really wanted to see his mom.

“Oh, sure Frank Honey no problem!” Linda shouted gleefully. “Just the comforters and some posters?”

“Yeah, and more comics and CDs, but I can get those.” Frank smiled. “Thanks a lot mom, I appreciate it.”

“No problem dear, I love you, drive safe.”

“I love you,” Frank was then shortly after greeted with the dial tone. He smiled and bounced his way off the bed. If he wanted to get home and back by eight he really needed to get moving.

Just as he was about to open the door and walk out, he paused with his hand on the door handle. He heard giggles coming from outside the door. Curious, Frank went up on his tiptoes to see out the peephole in the door. It was Gerard. But it wasn’t only Gerard; it was also his girlfriend, Lyn-z.

Frank watched them as Gerard had his hands on her hips, swaying her back and forth to some sort of beat, while she laughed and giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The act itself had looked sickening. Not just because it was a heterosexual act, which yeah, Frank had no problem with but he didn’t think it was as cute as something that homosexuals could have done. But that laugh that was coming from her mouth was by no means pretty to his ears. He thought it was just too loud, and in all honesty, she has sort of looked like a cheap hooker.

Frank couldn’t help but feel just a little something boil up in his chest as Gerard bent down to kiss her darkly shaded lips. He thought the little dancing act had looked gross, but now this, this was even worse. And when they didn’t stop after just a peck, and she had deepened the kiss, twirling her fingers in the nape of his neck, Frank had to look away. He no longer liked Lyn-z. He didn’t like her one bit, and he didn’t know why, but whatever the reason, he did not feel bad about it at all.

Normally, Frank would not act so strange about something like this. At home when he would hang out with Jamia, she would have her boyfriend over from time to time and they would kiss and joke around with each other just like Gerard and Lyn-z did. But Frank didn’t get pissed off when Jamia did it. From time to time Frank had even thought it was cute.

The door swung open to reveal a smiling Gerard, his hazel eyes glistening as he walked in, the small teeth that his mouth had held were showing with his wide smile. Frank wanted to gag.

“Oh, hey Frank.” Gerard walked over to him to clasp him on the back. “You don’t waste anytime getting back to the room do yah?” he giggled, his blissful mood shining out like a star in the night.

“I’m actually heading home,” Gerard’s smile disappeared.

“What? Why? Something bad happen?” Gerard asked, confusion playing in his tone.

Frank almost smiled at Gerard’s child like and caring tone. “I just need to head home to grab some things that I forgot, I wont be long. Ill probably be home by like eight.”

“Oh, well I guess I’ll be waiting here then,” Gerard said as he rolled his backpack off his shoulders to let it fall to the floor. Frank nodded his head and made his way for the door.

“I’ll be here, all by myself, you know, all alone in this room, no one to talk to. No one to talk about how my first day was, or how I’m doing.” Gerard sighed over dramatically. “I guess I will just have to deal with my roommate being gone for hours, while I sit here and wonder-“

“Do you want to come too?” Frank questioned, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips as he interrupted Gerard’s ranting. Gerard tapped his fingers to his chin, pretending to be thinking things over. When finally,

“Yes!”