The Fine Line Between Love and Hate is On Vacation, Pt. 2
I guess I've always had so-called 'girl-like tendencies'. I remember when Gerard and I would watch Power Rangers on Saturday mornings. He was almost eight and I was four. My favorite ranger was the pink ranger, hands-down. When I told Gerard this, he would tell me that the pink ranger was stupid. Being four years old, I argued until I cried. After this, I was dead silent while watching Power Rangers.
When Gerard was eleven and I was seven, he would force me to play 'Spiderman' with him. He, of course, was Spiderman, and I was Mary Jane Watson. Every game started with me being in mortal peril and ended with me praising him for saving me.
Actually, most of my stories involve Gerard in some way. Weird.
The point is that it's fucking hard to not act like a teenage girl around Frank. More than once, I've caught myself talking to him with all my weight balanced on one foot and my hand resting on my hip. Either that or my arms are cross which gives me a bitchy look.
I'm so damn feminine that I don't know why Frank doesn't even suspect I'm gay.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Saturday night is me and Frank's typical movie night at his house. We alternate who brings the DVD. I usually rented something to watch, as my movies are typically 'chick-flicks'. On the particular night I remember, it was Frank's turn, but he had no clue what he wanted to watch.
Frank was in the kitchen raiding the fridge, and I was next to him leaning on the counter.
"What do you want to watch?"
"For the thousandth time, Frank… I. Don't. Care." He had been asking me the same question the past ten minutes, and he was annoying me with how nonchalant he was.
"I know you don't care. Just pick a movie."
I opened my mouth to express my annoyance at him, but instead a loud, "Frank!" rang through the house. At first I thought I had said it without me knowing I did. Sounds stupid, but it's happened before. But then I thought to myself, ' My voice isn't that high…" I spun around and saw Mrs. Iero carrying two bags of groceries. "Frank, help me put these away."
"At this very moment in time?"
"Yes, and get out of the refrigerator." Frank sighed dramatically and closed the refrigerator door.
"You can pick out a movie, Mikey. My DVD case is in my room." I nodded, not wanting to retort in front of his mom and left them in the kitchen. His room is the second on the left in the 'hall of doors' as I like to call it. I remember the first time I came to his house, I somehow misheard the direction and went in the second door on the right. It was a bathroom and I caught Mr. Iero in the middle of relieving himself. I was mortified, and I still feel awkward around him.
Anyway, his DVD case was sitting on end table. I started looking through it, nothing really capturing my attention. A loud crash echoed through the hall and made me accidentally throw the DVD case across the room. It slid under Frank's bed.
"FRANK!"
"Sorry, mom…"
I realized I had been holding my breath and exhaled loudly. In order to reach the case, I had to lie down on the ground to reach under his bed. My hand felt something, and I automatically pulled it out. It wasn't the DVD case.
"Holy Shit…"