Hi, I'm Frank
I hate school
I love music
I sound like the normal average kid
But also I like boys, yes I am a homosexual
And like a snap no body wants to talk to me.
I am having one of those days where you wake up to your mother yelling to tell you to get up,
You roll over and moan,
What seems like 30 seconds goes by and she is back, yelling, again something about breakfast is ready or you're going to be late.
Oh, the joy
You moan again and don't get up,
Eventually she is furious and yelling across the house so you drag your self out of bed,
Then grunt in response.
Just kill me now.
I sit at the table inhaling the spicy scent of my coffee,
It smells great but tastes like dish water.
I had tossed and turned all night,
I really didn't want to go to school.
These guys have been giving me a rough time and the teachers don't care.
Got to love it.
Eventually I have downed a whole three glasses of 'coffee'
I walk to the bathroom and have a shower, brush my teeth and fix my hair.
As I get dressed I give up and lay on my bed, my mother walks in,
"FRANK IERO I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO GET UP"
I moan and roll over, and pull my jeans up as I pull myself from the bed
I reach for a crumpled shirt on the floor,
As I'm walking out the door I grab $20 from my step dad's wallet and leave,
I head parallel from the school,
I want some real coffee before I get there.
I am slowly trudging through the streets,
I pull out my iPod to make the walk more bearable.
Why is this song even on my iPod? Next.
The bell on the door dings as I walk into Starbucks,
There is a happy couple sitting in the back corner
And two boys in black sitting a few tables away.
Oh dear god, that voice
Cindy is working,
She is your typical 'Cindy', blonde, dumb and pretty.
Plus she will never stop talking to me.
I force a smile
really even force is an understatement
"Uh, Hey a tall hot mocha with peppermint thanks" I try to be friendly.
Friendly isn't the right word, maybe just not rude.
"Cute, that's $7.50"
Cute? Really, seriously?
I reach into my pocket and fish out that $20.
"Off to school huh?" she asks as I hand it over,
No shit. Please just stop
"Yeah like most mornings" I say in a really happy voice so that she knows I am taking the piss out of her, hoping that will end the conversation
"Oh, yeah, right. Well thats $12.50 change then"
I think she was blushing.
WHAT THE FUCK
I snapped my head up wondering where the hell that noise had come from.
One of the boys I noticed earlier had dropped a pile books on the floor and was scrabbling around picking them up.
"Jesus christ Mikey, You need to wear your glasses" The other boy hisses under his breath
"Sorry Gerard, they make my head hurt"
"You make my head hurt" Gerard snaps back.
Gerard and Mikey
I had seen them in here before but never spoke to either of them.
Gerard walked over to order another coffee as I got up to wait for mine.
We stood a few feet apart,
Should I say something?
"Hi Frankie, I'm Gerard" I blurt out
He turned around and tired not to laugh, I turned bright red.
"Um, I mean, Uh Hi Gerard, I'm Frank"
Can I just curl under a rock
"Hi Frankie, uh Frank" He looked so adorable,
He was probably straight
"That's my brother Mikey, he is a bit awkward.. Just, just wave at him.."
I looked over and he was sipping coffee and watching us out of the corner of his eye I waved and he looked down.
"Did I scare him or..?" I giggled
"Poor kid" I could tell he meant it.
"So, Uh how old are you?" I stutter "If you don't mind me asking?"
"Man, Frankie chill out, mhh, 18 in a few weeks?" He made it a question.
"Uh, I'm only 15, anyway.. okay cool, I've seen you around before"
Why did I even say any of that, Oh god
I could tell he was choosing how to respond.
"Not that I watch you, or like follow you?" I stutter
Why do I talk?
"Oh uh, yeah"
"I'm going to go sit.. Down now.. And leave you here, Uh yeah"
Just stop talking.
I turned on my heel and as I re-gained my footing to walk away
"Frank, Mocha Peppermint?" Cindy called
I spun back around, Gerard was watching me.
He thinks I'm a freak
"Thanks" I mumble
"That's okay Frankie, I hope you have a nice day Frankie"
If she says Frankie one more time I will shoot her.
I sit there not even looking up from hands,
I slowly drink my coffee, I'm in no rush.
My iPod is on the loudest it goes.
I hate this song, change.
The table moves, What the fuck?
I look up and Gerard he has taken a seat in front of me, I pull out my headphones.
"Hey" he responds
I will try to think before I speak this time,
"I hope you don't mind, it's just my brother left and.. Well you looked lonely?"
"What lonely with all my friends sitting with me?"
SARCASM, why oh why
Can someone burst in with a gun and just kill me now.
He actually laughed.
"Frankie, your really cute" He blushed and looked down.
Okay? Or not? Thats not what I expected
"She likes you" He states with a grin on his face.
He was going to say something, what was he going to say?
"Tell me tell me tell me"
What am I like three years old
"Frankie, Frankie, Hope you have a nice day Frankie" He mimicked Cindy
"Oh piss off" I say and laugh.
"Oh and look at your cup"
Scrawled on the side read 'Frankie' with a heart next to it
I groan and roll my eyes.
"Now look at mine, she didn't even spell it right"
Written on his was 'Jerad'.
He just laughed,
I wonder if he knows I'm gay, I wonder if he is.. You can't just ask someone that tho-
"Frankie, Are you bi?"
"Huh?" I had heard the question, I was just shocked "Um, yeah I'm gay.."
"Oh yeah I kinda guessed" he smiled, "You might want to tell Cindy"
I looked over, she was smiling at us,
More like intently watching me and now awkwardly smiling
"Are you.. You know gay?"
Please, please, please, please
Then he looked up and winked.
I think I just died.