The day of the party dawned, and Frank fell out of bed with a thump.
Lying on his floor, staring at the yellowing ceiling, his eyes began to focus. The sleepy haze disintegrated, leaving his mind as fresh as it could possibly be on less than 5 hours of restless sleep. The reason for Franks' sudden development of seemingly incurable insomniatic tendencies was one Gerard Way.
Much like everything else in Franks' hopeless life, sleep was now too, apparently dominated by Gerard.
Franks' breath began to become erratic, and glancing down, he saw with utter horror, that his cock was standing tall and proud. Obviously even one single, innocent thought that happened to feature a certain black-haired boy from down the road piqued the interest of Franks painfully neglected dick.
Refusing to acknowledge the tent in his shorts, Frank hobbled to the bathroom, where despite the gloriously wet, warm and steamy conditions, and the slippery smooth feel of his hand against his skin, Frank's will power remained strong, and he did no more than wash his cock with apple shower gel before leaping out of the shower, and running downstairs.
Naked.
Frank ran back i up /i stairs upon the realization that it was in fact, still only 9am, and that his mother was still in the house. Frank couldn't run around stark naked i quite /i yet. A repeat of last week's escapades s was not needed nor wanted, so Frank threw on a pair of ratty sweat pants and an old Circle Jerks tshirt; stretched, worn and loved to perfection (despite smelling like Gerards arm-pit. Frank sniffed.
Yup.
Definitely Gerard.)
After jumping around his room to Black Flag on full volume
(Through his headphones, duh. Frank may be a 'bloody little street punk' but he didn't have a death wish. Waking his mother up before 10am on her day off was a terrible idea, birthday boy or not)
At 10:03am on the dot, Frank cantered down the stairs, three at a time, before skidding across the linoleum floor into the kitchen, where he was met with nothing but a short stack and a note pinned to the top pancake.
Frank stared, confused, at the small display on the table, before reaching over and grabbing the flimsy paper.
In his mothers almost illegible scrawl, lay the words;
My Darling boy,
I have gone to your Grandmothers house in New York for the weekend, as she has fallen quite ill. As it is still your birthday, I permit you to have the party we had discussed, but b ONLY /B on your birthday. That means Saturday, not before, not after. I hope you enjoy yourself, Frankiebear, and please for the love of God try not to destroy my house.
happy Birthday, baby.
Love, Mom xo
Frank fist-pumped, then quickly withdrew his hand from the air, feeling bad for celebrating his grandmothers ill health, before shrugging and dancing a celebratory dance around the kitchen in his hole-filled socks.
Stuffing pancake into his mouth, Frank dialed the Way's number, hopping from one foot to the other. Humming as he waited for someone to answer, Franks' stomach jittered and tittered on the edge of butterflies.
Frank was 19, and refused to admit he ever had butterflies in his stomach, but sometimes it flipped and spun like a washing machine. Frank, to put it simply, was nervous as fuck.
riiiiiing
riiiiiiiiiiiing
riiiiiing
riiiiiiiiing
riiiiiii-
"...
Hello?"
"Gee?!"
"Frankie! Why the hell are you ringing at this time in the morning, dude! it's like, 7am"
"Dude, its half 10, put Mikey on if you're so dead to the world. Had your coffee yet?!"
Gerard grunted.
Frank took that as a no.
Frank waited for a further response, but upon not receiving one, he assumed Gerard was on a Mikey-finding mission.
Frank assumed correctly, and Mikeys' chipper chirping met him on the line with a;
"MY BOYS FINALLY NINTEEN!"
"Mikey, I'm older than you..." Frank curtly reminded him, stifling a giggle.
"yeah, well, I act far more mature for my age, Mommy says so" Mikey insisted, also, Frank could tell, holding back a honking laugh.
The two boys stayed silent for a few moments, before erupting into juvenile laughter.
They agreed for Mikey to arrive an hour early to Franks house, as to make the final preparations for the Halloween themed party, due to Franks birthday being on all hallows eve.
Mikey often made jokes about Frank being Satans' Spawn, but Frank knew that deep down Mikey was jealous of Franks birthday falling on the 31st.
Mikeys' was September 10th. Booooooooring.
Frank dressed in his skin-tight black skinny jeans, blood splattered ripped white t-shirt, and spiked his black-and-white skunk haircut to perfection.
Splattering blood onto his face and neck, Frank was ready to tap some zombie ass.
Unfortunately for Frank, he was ready at 11:30am.
The party was not due to start for another 9 and a half hour.
The decorations up and ready since last night, (his mother insisted on helping Frank, since the pupkin incident of '06. Frank was still mortified) there was nothing for Frank to do but flick idly through the channels on the television, trying to find a decent Raimi or Romero film.
finding nothing, Franks brain began to wander, and as it always did, arrived on the subject of the older Way brother.
The older Way brother who was coming to Franks house tonight.
The older Way brother who Frank was totally, undeniably in love with.
The older Way brother who was also bringing his boyfriend to Franks house.
Frank snuffled, trying to forget about the prospect of Gerard being in his house, sucking face with his boyfriend all night and ignoring Frank, and tried to watch the shopping channel, taking half-hearted interest in the croquet set the plastic-fantastic woman was trying to sell.
Frank groaned and fell, slowly, oh so slowly, into a numb, dreamless slumber.
"sssssh!"
"…"
"Mikey-"
"sssh!"
"I don't think you-"
Franks' eyes snapped open, and were greeted with blank, red demonic eyes staring directly into his, an inch away from his face.
Frank screeched an inhuman screech, and leapt from the sofa with a yelp.
Spluttering giggles from behind the sofa revealed Mikey and Ray, his two best but most i hated /i friends. Ever.
"Whores" Frank spat, and flounced into the kitchen to finish putting up the hanging bats.
9o'clock sluggishly rolled around, after much pacing and panicking on Franks part.
Frank was not the ideal party host, he was too skatty.
According to Mikey, because who else would use words like 'skatty'.
The first people to stumble through the door were people Frank vaguely knew from school, but had never really talked too.
But these people were to play a huge part in Franks' "make Gerard mine" plan.
The people who fell through the door; Brendon, Spencer and Jon were the campest, gayest, most flamboyant boys at Frank's school. They were undeniably gay, and yet undeniably single.
Franks plan was simple; get them drunk, get off with as many of them as he could, as many times as he could; and make Gerard so jealous he comes bounding over to claim Frank for himself.
Easy peasey Pumpkin pie, motherfucker.
As the house began to fill, Frank lost track of who was in which room; thus loosing Mikey, Brendon, Spencer and Jon.
He also lost track of where Gerard was, who had arrived dressed as a vampire, and who, to Franks' distaste, was tucked snuggly under Jays' arm.
The only way Frank could see his plan working effectively, was if Frank could tempt BrendonSpencerJon into the room Gerard was in, and suck one of their faces right infront of him.
No mistakes.
Franks here, He's queer, and He's sucking face with a guy.
Gerard will fall at Franks grubby knees.
It was 12:00am, and Frank had successfully sucked face in front of Gerard.
Although, it was not with whom he had anticipated.
Mikey was hanging on Franks' shoulder, crying like a baby.
Frank was in turmoil.
He felt sick, and worried, and scared, and embarrassed.
Mikey was howling into his neck, clutching at his back, glasses forgotten on the floor.
MikeyWay, Franks best friend, Franks' friend for 14 long years, had just confessed harboring an alarmingly large crush on Frank.
For Seven years.
Frank patted Mikeys' back soothingly, whispering soft 'its okay, Mikes' 'don't worry about its' into the lanky blondes hair.
Inside though, Frank was erratic with confusion.
Gerard had seen Mikey launch himself at Frank.
Gerard had also seen Franks' arms coil around his brother's waist, pull him close, and kiss the living shit out of him.
Gerard, unbeknownst to Frank, was harboring a secret crush of his own.
And that tiny little bud of interest had just been squashed.