^^Me and Frankie^^
^^Me and Frankie -Again-^^(Replay of "The Night" in Question)
I have a few friends (we all do) that are so close that I'd die for them any day.
But what happens when that grade school friend has a brother who is a year older than yourself, is in German AND Band, and just happens to be one of the cutest men you've ever met? You have a Frankie...And you have an interesting story; a story that must one day be told.
Meeting a girl that had just moved in from California is always a treat. Anyone who has ever lived in another state is fun to talk to--they have tons of different experiences. The girl in question speaks little English. You two communicate with a made up sign language, thought up as you two go along. The sweet little Mexican girl you're talking to is Jocelyn. She'll point at something, say it in Spanish, and makes it clear that she wants you to give her the English name. You teach her a wide vocabulary in a very short time span.
The year flies by in the wild excitement of elementary-age childhood, and it comes to the last day of third grade. You sit on a median between the two sides of the playground. The fourth graders are on one side, the other side intended for third graders, and you and Jocelyn sit on the median. A short boy approaches from the fourth grade side and says something rather quickly in Spanish, so soft that you can barely hear the words being uttered. Josie answers with a hushed reply. You recognize your own name, and no more. He looks out of the corner of his eye at you, blushing furiously, and says something in a nervous tone, once again in Spanish. Josie playfully punches him in the shoulder and opens her mouth. He quickly covers her mouth and yells, "Don't tell her!" in heavily accented English. Josie nods, and turns to you, pointing to him.
"This," she says, "is my brother, Francisco. He's awesome." Somehow, looking into his honest, dark-brown eyes, you simply know she is right.
But back to the present.
You and Jocelyn are still the best of friends. But you and Francisco are closer. Since the day on the playground, you've built a great friendship. But both of you want more; much more. You two have shared a two month relationship that, thanks to harassing siblings and peer pressure, was shattered, erupting in blinding anger and sorrow between you. You two became thicker than thieves again, and he is still attracted to you. So, what is a girl to do? You are in my position: a cadet in the JROTC program, a German I student, and a flute player that has many other side instruments. Music is what united Frankie and yourself in the first place. He has aspirations to be a neurosurgeon, and wishes only the best for you. He is in German II, and a tenor saxophone. He plays guitar, same as you, but you often envy his talent. You are best friends with his sister, but you can't tell her one secret.
You are madly in love with Francisco.
You stay the night with Jocelyn on a cool, wet March evening. You look as you always do; a non-conformist--a punk. A rocker. An emo.
A freak.
You and Jocelyn stay up for hours browsing the net, looking at the latest hairstyles from Germany and Japan, and checking out clothes popular in each region. She quickly goes to sleep, and you know from experience that her sleep is a deep one. You move carefully off the air matress and carefully open the door. Sneaking to the edge of the hall, you creep into Francisco's room. And he's been waiting for you.
~Warning: following may not be suitable for minors...or teachers who know me~
It doesn't take long for him to strip you down to almost nothing. A rough "game", and some serious actions go on. You entered the room at 02:15, and you leave at 07:45.
Contrary to what you may think happened, you in Frankie did not "do it"; you did not have sex. You're still a virgin. Kinda. By my definition, I still am. Just because I was raped, I still consider my self a virgin. For me, losing virginity is defined as "the loss of innocence and purity by willingly taking part in sexual intercourse." Your's may be different.
Anyway, as I was saying before...
You leave his room, knowing what you two did could be described many ways (I won't bother to list them all here) and recognizing that if Jocelyn found out, your relationship with her wpuld be terminated. And you couldn't live through that. You never want to live through that. If it ever happens, you once swore to yourself in fifth grade, you would committ suicide.
How do you deal with a choice such as this one? Deny your feelings for the one guy whom you've liked (loved?) since around 6th or 7th grade, or deny your friend to maintain your feelings? The last time you surrendered Frankie, you almost ended your own life. What will you do this time? Sacrifice something real, and you both were cautious, each respecting each other when you said "yes" or "no," and never pushing the other to do something they didn't want to? Or give up the one person who was there for you, even when your own family denied you because you were (and are) a bisexual? Frankie accepted you, too, and still does, but he can't replace my first real friend. So far my mind is set on keeping Francisco my "Dirty Little Secret" and keeping Josie's nose out of it. Francisco agreed with this alternative to breaking a tie, and sealed it with a kiss only moments before your grandfather called, saying he had arrived and was waiting for you outside.
So, dedicated readers that have read the over 256 entries on another account, and new fans or just those who were curious, I bid you all a fond farewell. Auf Weidersehen!
In Blood,
~~Vampie Efimovitch~~
I have a few friends (we all do) that are so close that I'd die for them any day.
But what happens when that grade school friend has a brother who is a year older than yourself, is in German AND Band, and just happens to be one of the cutest men you've ever met? You have a Frankie...And you have an interesting story; a story that must one day be told.
Meeting a girl that had just moved in from California is always a treat. Anyone who has ever lived in another state is fun to talk to--they have tons of different experiences. The girl in question speaks little English. You two communicate with a made up sign language, thought up as you two go along. The sweet little Mexican girl you're talking to is Jocelyn. She'll point at something, say it in Spanish, and makes it clear that she wants you to give her the English name. You teach her a wide vocabulary in a very short time span.
The year flies by in the wild excitement of elementary-age childhood, and it comes to the last day of third grade. You sit on a median between the two sides of the playground. The fourth graders are on one side, the other side intended for third graders, and you and Jocelyn sit on the median. A short boy approaches from the fourth grade side and says something rather quickly in Spanish, so soft that you can barely hear the words being uttered. Josie answers with a hushed reply. You recognize your own name, and no more. He looks out of the corner of his eye at you, blushing furiously, and says something in a nervous tone, once again in Spanish. Josie playfully punches him in the shoulder and opens her mouth. He quickly covers her mouth and yells, "Don't tell her!" in heavily accented English. Josie nods, and turns to you, pointing to him.
"This," she says, "is my brother, Francisco. He's awesome." Somehow, looking into his honest, dark-brown eyes, you simply know she is right.
But back to the present.
You and Jocelyn are still the best of friends. But you and Francisco are closer. Since the day on the playground, you've built a great friendship. But both of you want more; much more. You two have shared a two month relationship that, thanks to harassing siblings and peer pressure, was shattered, erupting in blinding anger and sorrow between you. You two became thicker than thieves again, and he is still attracted to you. So, what is a girl to do? You are in my position: a cadet in the JROTC program, a German I student, and a flute player that has many other side instruments. Music is what united Frankie and yourself in the first place. He has aspirations to be a neurosurgeon, and wishes only the best for you. He is in German II, and a tenor saxophone. He plays guitar, same as you, but you often envy his talent. You are best friends with his sister, but you can't tell her one secret.
You are madly in love with Francisco.
You stay the night with Jocelyn on a cool, wet March evening. You look as you always do; a non-conformist--a punk. A rocker. An emo.
A freak.
You and Jocelyn stay up for hours browsing the net, looking at the latest hairstyles from Germany and Japan, and checking out clothes popular in each region. She quickly goes to sleep, and you know from experience that her sleep is a deep one. You move carefully off the air matress and carefully open the door. Sneaking to the edge of the hall, you creep into Francisco's room. And he's been waiting for you.
~Warning: following may not be suitable for minors...or teachers who know me~
It doesn't take long for him to strip you down to almost nothing. A rough "game", and some serious actions go on. You entered the room at 02:15, and you leave at 07:45.
Contrary to what you may think happened, you in Frankie did not "do it"; you did not have sex. You're still a virgin. Kinda. By my definition, I still am. Just because I was raped, I still consider my self a virgin. For me, losing virginity is defined as "the loss of innocence and purity by willingly taking part in sexual intercourse." Your's may be different.
Anyway, as I was saying before...
You leave his room, knowing what you two did could be described many ways (I won't bother to list them all here) and recognizing that if Jocelyn found out, your relationship with her wpuld be terminated. And you couldn't live through that. You never want to live through that. If it ever happens, you once swore to yourself in fifth grade, you would committ suicide.
How do you deal with a choice such as this one? Deny your feelings for the one guy whom you've liked (loved?) since around 6th or 7th grade, or deny your friend to maintain your feelings? The last time you surrendered Frankie, you almost ended your own life. What will you do this time? Sacrifice something real, and you both were cautious, each respecting each other when you said "yes" or "no," and never pushing the other to do something they didn't want to? Or give up the one person who was there for you, even when your own family denied you because you were (and are) a bisexual? Frankie accepted you, too, and still does, but he can't replace my first real friend. So far my mind is set on keeping Francisco my "Dirty Little Secret" and keeping Josie's nose out of it. Francisco agreed with this alternative to breaking a tie, and sealed it with a kiss only moments before your grandfather called, saying he had arrived and was waiting for you outside.
So, dedicated readers that have read the over 256 entries on another account, and new fans or just those who were curious, I bid you all a fond farewell. Auf Weidersehen!
In Blood,
~~Vampie Efimovitch~~
