Squish, squish
Frank Iero waddled in his clunky yellow rain boots through the mud clad sidewalk. The storm had gotten pretty violent and the wind was blowing fiercely, but that wasn't going to stop him surprising his boyfriend.
His boyfriend just got back from a month long trip to Italy and couldn't come see Frank because of the storm. Frank thought that was a load of bull because his boyfriend drove all the way across fucking town to pick up the fifteen year old once during a blizzard. Maybe it was because Frank had raspberry frozen yogurt that was difficult to find, but that was besides the point.
Frank loved his boyfriend, he really did. He was everything Frank wanted, funny, sweet, and caring. He was perfect. Frank even loved his imperfections too. Like his freakishly small teeth, and his weird obsession with Star Wars.
He was still and always be perfect.
The fifteen year old continued his journey to his boyfriend's house, avoiding stray worms on the sidewalk and killer trash cans on the roll. He looked up at the sky through his yellow hood and winced. Maybe they could play outside today.
Boom, boom.
Frank jumped and let a yelp leave his lips. Maybe not. Frank doesn't like thunder and lightning, he never did. As a child, he would always run to his parent's bed and curl up in a ball, face pressed into his mother's side for protection. Even sometimes now, Frank will go into fetal position when it storms.
Frank clutched onto the picnic basket he was holding, making sure nothing got wet. He had prepared the picnic basket the night before, thinking the weather would be nice enough to have a picnic. Fucking weathermen liars.
Frank jumped into a quick jog and jogged the rest of the way to his boyfriend's house. When the house came in sight, he quickly rain through the back gates into the backyard. He ran to the back of the house and kneeled in front of the small window to the basement, letting the damp grass soak through his black jeans.
Frank used his hand to wipe off the fog off the window. He smiled when he saw his boyfriend. His boyfriend was sitting down on his carpeted floor, leaning back against his bed. He had his star wars blanket wrapped around his legs, sketch book in his hand and steaming coffee on the floor next to him.
Frank rolled his eyes with a smile. His boyfriend loved coffee. No, was obsessed with it.
Frank looked at his face. His hair was a bit longer now, shoulder length and bangs that covered his beautiful hazel eyes. His midnight black hair look unwashed and misshaped, like he just got out of bed. His tongue darted out of his mouth as he concentrated on what ever he was working on.
Frank knocked their secret knock, to know it was Frank, on the window, three knocks and a slam of the heel of his hand.
His boyfriend looked up defiantly startled. Frank smiled widely as his boyfriend looked completely shocked and quickly got to his feet and ran out of the room.
Surprise.