Sick Hearts: 7.

I stared back at him blankly. Sexy pants? Sexy pants. Hmmm, it had a nice ring to it. I didn't know what to talk about with him. Should I talk about the kiss? How about school? Maybe his life in NY?

"S-so how'd you like your first day of school here?"

"Eh, it was just like my school. Whatever." I nodded. Of course. What was I thinking? Talking about school. Come on, Way, you can do better then that! I scolded myself.

"I-I um, I'm not a good conversation starter, if you haven't noticed."

"Why would you need to talk?" He pressed his lips up against mine again. Oh, I didn't want to talk in the first place, kid. I laid down, pulling him on top. We weren't going to rush our 'relationship,' whether it be friends with benefits or whatnot. I ran my hands through his soft hair, massaging his scalp. He moaned into my mouth. I opened my mouth slightly ajar, letting Frank slowly push his tongue into my mouth. Now it was my turn to moan. He slid his hands under my shirt, lightly brushing his thumb over my hipbone. He was so gentle with his hands.

Time slipped by, as I was now on top, grinding my lower half into his. It was nothing sexual. I would not rush things quite yet. Frank had kicked his shoes off so he could run his foot along my leg playfully. Grunts flooded through my ears and traveled out. I bit around his lipring, making him squirm.

"Frankie, sweetie, let's get going!" Linda ushered from the top of the stairs. Thankfully you can't see anything, or else I think Linda would have been permanently scarred.

I slowly pulled away from his small body. He didn't want this to end either, I suppose. He sat up and reattached his lips with mine, pushing me on my back. Just how we started.

"Frankie? Are you boys down here?" Linda called. The stairs creaked as Linda began walking downstairs. Frank pulled away, pulling his ipod out from his hoodie pocket, shoving an earphone at me. I took it, shoving it in my ear while he placed the other in his opposite ear. He randomly flicked on a song. Linda reached the floor. Frank looked up.

"Oh, sorry, mom, we couldn't hear you. We were listening to music."

"Oh, that's fine. I see you two got along fine then?" Frank looked at me and smirked.

"Amazingly fine," he retorted.

"Good, I'm glad to see you can still be best friends after 11 years of separation." Frank just kept smirking.

"Mom, why don't you and Dad say your goodbyes, I'll be right there, I gotta get my shoes on." Linda nodded.

"Okay." She trotted back up stairs.

"Damn, Frankie, you know how to lie on the spot." He shrugged.

"She's seen me making-out with too many people for her to handle, I didn't wanna scare her more." I giggled. "Alright, I guess I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow at school, babe."

He planted his lips on mine gently before smiling to himself and rushing up stairs. Babe? Was I not informed about us becoming an item or something? Or was it just something he called all his friends? Quite frankly, I didn't care at the moment, I was too happy and content with everything right now. I sat up and ran my hand through my hair. Wow. That's all I could think right now. I laid back down and stared up at the ceiling.

I stared at the ceiling for quite some time, seeing as Mikey, Bert, Ray, Jepha, Bob, and Quinn were all standing at the foot of my bed.

"What's with you? You're like in La, La Land or some shit," Jepha said, catching my attention.

"He kissed me," I bluntly said.

"WHO KISSED MY MAN!? WHO?! I'LL GET 'EM BACK FOR YOU, SUGAR LIPS!" Bert flopped onto me.

"Mmmph! Ow, Bert," I groaned. "And, Bert, chill out. I'm happy that he kissed me, I didn't mean for it to sound like I didn't want him to kiss me."

"So, I don't have to beat anyone's ass?" Bert pouted.

"Sorry, Berty boy, nope." I ruffled his hair and pushed him off me. I sat up and stared at the 5 boys that stood before me. "Mikes, care to explain to me why there's a heart shaped hickey on your neck?" I grinned. Mikey and Quinn flushed red. Mikey adjusted his shirt, accordingly to cover it up.

"A vacuum cleaner attacked me."

"First of all, at the movies? And second of all, vacuum cleaner's don't come to life, ever."

"Fuck off, Gee!" he wailed. Everybody laughed.

"It was tempting, Michael, my apologies."

"Don't call me Michael, Gerard."

"Ooooh, good one, you used the only form of my name!" I taunted. Mikey rolled his eyes at me. Bert climbed off me as the boys started walking back upstairs. "Oh, hey, Mikes?" I called.

"What?" he asked.

"Next time you jerk off, keep it down. 'Ohhh, Quinn!'" I mocked. Mikey turned an even deeper shade of red.

I had accomplished my brotherly deeds of the day.