Real Boys Kiss Boys
Tomatoes
We drive home in silent. Ray and Bob get out off the car when Gerard stops at the 21th street. They wave goodbye and we drive home.
“Frank ... I-“ Mikey begins but I shake my head.
“let me in peace ...” I say getting out off the car. I´m at home. I sigh slam the passengers door and walk towards the door.
“hey ...” A hand on my shoulder turns me around. I look into Gerard´s beautiful eyes.
“love you babe” he whispers.
“I know.” I mumble turning around and walk inside without an answer for him.
I drop on my bed sighiing loudly. That was a dream. A bad bad dream – nothing else ...
[ the next morning ]
I open my eyes and roll over. I hear a small knock on my door.
“Frankie ...?”
“come in, Allen ... I´m awake!” I say and my lil brother jumps next to me onto the bed.
“You slept like you won´t ever fuckin wake up.” He explains.
“oh okay.” I mumble wrapping my blankets.
“Come on ... mum made pizza for us two!” he runs out of my room.
“great ...” I groan stretching myself before I get up.
When I enter the kitchen Allen sits there eating a piece of pizza.
“where´s mum?” I ask him.
“she at Dug´s.” He answers.
“She is working? On Sunday?”
“nooo ... it´s a kinda ... date?” He shruggs his shoulders and bites in his pizza.
“ewwwww ... tomatoes!” he squeals.
“it won´t kill you if you eat tomatoes!” I groan and sit down.
Holy fuck it´s 4:01 p.m.!!! I slept for a long time, huh? I remember the last night – I could be so perfect ... but then thy scarred the livin´shit out of me!
“Frankie?”
I jump.
“hm what?” I look at my brother.
“I hate tomatoes!”
“don´t eat them ... before you really die ´cause you ate tomatoes!” I laugh and he smiles at his pizza
- without tomatoes!
“Frank ... I-“ Mikey begins but I shake my head.
“let me in peace ...” I say getting out off the car. I´m at home. I sigh slam the passengers door and walk towards the door.
“hey ...” A hand on my shoulder turns me around. I look into Gerard´s beautiful eyes.
“love you babe” he whispers.
“I know.” I mumble turning around and walk inside without an answer for him.
I drop on my bed sighiing loudly. That was a dream. A bad bad dream – nothing else ...
[ the next morning ]
I open my eyes and roll over. I hear a small knock on my door.
“Frankie ...?”
“come in, Allen ... I´m awake!” I say and my lil brother jumps next to me onto the bed.
“You slept like you won´t ever fuckin wake up.” He explains.
“oh okay.” I mumble wrapping my blankets.
“Come on ... mum made pizza for us two!” he runs out of my room.
“great ...” I groan stretching myself before I get up.
When I enter the kitchen Allen sits there eating a piece of pizza.
“where´s mum?” I ask him.
“she at Dug´s.” He answers.
“She is working? On Sunday?”
“nooo ... it´s a kinda ... date?” He shruggs his shoulders and bites in his pizza.
“ewwwww ... tomatoes!” he squeals.
“it won´t kill you if you eat tomatoes!” I groan and sit down.
Holy fuck it´s 4:01 p.m.!!! I slept for a long time, huh? I remember the last night – I could be so perfect ... but then thy scarred the livin´shit out of me!
“Frankie?”
I jump.
“hm what?” I look at my brother.
“I hate tomatoes!”
“don´t eat them ... before you really die ´cause you ate tomatoes!” I laugh and he smiles at his pizza
- without tomatoes!