Am I Dead, 'Cause this is Heaven (Frank Iero) *Info and Chapter 1*

Chapter 8-The Scrapbook

:Recap: “It’s pictures of us from high school,” he explained. :End of Recap:

“Just us, or us with our friends?” I asked.

“Both,” he replied, opening the book.

He first picture was one of me and Frankie sitting on a park bench drinking Starbucks in the snow wearing thin hoodies.

“Oh, God!” I laughed, I remembered that day crystal clear.

‘I want some Starbucks!’ Frankie whined, pulling on a thin hoodie.

I ditched my puffy Jacket and stored it under his bed.

‘Then let’s buy some, smart one!’ I said.

‘That is a genius idea!’ he said, storing his jacket under his bed, too. He didn’t want his mom to check to see if he had one on, it was supposed to snow.

We snuck downstairs and when we were at the door, he yelled to his mom, ‘We’re leaving now!’

We walked and talked, even though we knew everything about each other and we probably had this conversation three years ago, the time went by quickly, and pretty soon we were at Starbucks. We walked inside, took our order, and left. Pretty soon, we were at a park. We sat down on a bench and continued our conversation.

‘I have a camera!’ I said.

‘Cool! Let’s ask them to take our picture!’

‘Okay! Maybe we could start a scrapbook or something so we can remember ‘the old days’ when we’re married and have kids!’

‘Sure!’

I walked up to an elderly couple and asked them to take our picture. They agreed, of course.

‘Frankie-wankie?’ I said when the couple was out of earshot.

‘Yes, Sarah-larah,’ he replied.

‘Can you keep the scrapbook in your closet?’

He smiled. ‘Since you asked so nicely, yes.’

‘Yay!’ I gave him a hug on the bench and he tried to wiggle out. I laughed, but he succeeded and I landed face-first in the beginning of a snow pile.

I giggled, remembering that day. Frankie smiled, and turned the page. There were several pictures, all of the same day, though. It was my thirteenth birthday. I was only allowed to have two people over, so I invited Frankie and Delilah. We watched movies and they slept over. (I was surprised my parent’s let Frankie because Delilah and I were both girls). This day was also memorable to me.

The doorbell rang. I answered the door and both Frankie and Delilah were standing there.

‘Delilah!’ I yelled, pulling her into a bear hug. She had gotten back from a vacation yesterday, so I hadn’t seen her in a while.

‘Where’s MY hug!’ Frankie said, pouting. I laughed and hugged him.

We went inside and watched a couple horror movies, and pretty soon it was dark. We ordered pizza and put in another movie while waiting for it to arrive. It arrived in 47 minutes and Frank paid. We ate the pizza and pretty soon the movie was finished. We watched ANOTHER movie, and then we went up to my room.

‘Weird’ Frank said, ‘I’d never been in your room before.’

‘Dude,’ I said, ‘That’s because you’re a guy.’

‘Good point,’ he replied.

‘Hey guys!’ Delilah said, ‘Let’s play truth or dare!’

‘Fuck no!’ Frankie and I said at the same time.

‘It’ll be fun!’

‘Fine!’ I reluctantly agreed.

‘Damn,’ Frank said.

So we played truth or dare. It was pretty uneventful, then I chose dare.

Delilah giggled. ‘I dare you to,’ (she giggled again) ‘Kiss Frank.’ She had a really hard time getting that out between giggles.

‘Oh, fuck you!’

‘Oh!’ she added, ‘With toooooouuuuunnnnnnnnge!’

I glared at her, and then looked at Frank.

‘Umm…’ he said, blushing, ‘We should just get this over with.’

I nodded and started walking on my knees over to him.

‘Uh-uh,’ Delilah said, ‘Stand up.’

‘Why?’ I asked.

‘Because’ she said, ‘It’s your first kiss, it should be proper.’

‘This is not fucking pro-’ I started to say, but Frank interrupted me with his laughter.

‘You’re-first-kiss!’ he gasped.

I blushed, with both embarrassment and anger.

‘Shut up!’

He didn’t.

So I walked over to him and dragged him up. He was about the same height as me, so this wouldn’t be hard. I took a deep breath and leaned in. I guess he was taken by surprise because he didn’t kiss back. I pulled away.

‘Hello!’ Delilah said, ‘I said with tongue!’

I flipped her off, and then I noticed that I was still clutching the front of Frank’s shirt. I blushed harder and dropped it.

‘Do I have to!?’ Frank whined.

‘YES!’ Delilah replied, ‘Or I’ll make you!’

He sighed and looked at me. I was glaring at him and was about to swear at him, when he cut me off by pushing his mouth against mine. I closed my eyes and I forgot the situation entirely. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped mine around his neck. My mouth was already open, but his wasn’t, so I licked his bottom lip, hoping to remind him of the tongue. He opened, thankfully he remembered, so there won’t be a take 3. Our tongues wrestled for a small amount of time, but he ended up playing with the stud on my tongue. He was next to the bed and we fell over. I didn’t care. He didn’t either, but my hands were starting to hurt because the back of his head was pushing against them. I was able to free them, but unsure of what to do with them, I put one against his face and the other leaning over his side. Our tongues were wrestling again. It was getting hard for me to breath, but I didn’t want to stop. I was almost about to pass out from lack of breath, when he had to push me off him because he couldn’t breath either.

I remembered the situation and blushed because I was still on top of him. I rolled off of him, landing on the floor, and Delilah.

‘AAHH!’ she screamed, ‘You’re fat!’

‘I love you too, now tell me what you’re on. I want some of that shit,’

‘I’m on the image of you and Frank making out!’

‘Shut up!’ Frank yelled.

‘Delilah, we’re never mentioning that again,’ I told her.

She shrugged. ‘Okay. I just wanted you to kiss him.’

‘WHAT!!’ I shrieked.

She shrugged again.

‘Well, I forgive you,’ I said to her, ‘Do you, Frank?’

‘Yeah, sure whatever.’

‘Then we’re settled. Now, let’s get ready for bed!’ I said.

‘Frank gets the bed and Delilah and I are on the floor.’

‘Fine with me’ Delilah said.

‘I would protest,’ Frankie said, ‘But you would just protest more.’

‘Good thinking,’ I said.

Pretty soon we were lying down. Delilah fell asleep really fast, but not before telling us not to screw and if we do, to use protection.

‘Sarah,’ Frank whispered.

‘I can’t hear you hang on.’

I stood up as quietly as possible and lied down next to Frank.

‘What?’ I asked him.

‘I have to admit, you’re a pretty good kisser.’

‘And I have to admit, you are, too.’

‘One last kiss?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Glad you’re sp reluctant.’

I giggled and leaned closer to him. And he moved closer to me. Our lips met. The kiss was a lot like before; only it wasn’t just an empty dare. I finally went back on the floor and fell asleep.

I laughed out loud at the memory.

“What?” Frankie asked.

“I was just remembering,” I replied.

Frankie turned scarlet and I laughed at that.

“Hey dude and dudette,” Matt said, opening the door, “It’s time for breakfast.”

I tried getting out of the bed, but I just fell on Frankie.

He mad a noise that sounded like a mix between laughter and pain.

Matt just stood there, looking awkward. He slipped out of the door and closed it.

“Hey Frankiiiiieeee,” I said, “Did you mean it when you said I was a good kisser?”

Hey turned a darker shade of red. “Y-yeah,” He said.

“Good, because I meant it when I said that you were a good kisser.” And with that, I leaned upward, only to be stopped because Mikey opened the door. I looked towards him, and he blushed, almost turning purple. He looked sort of hurt, but I must of imagined it. He closed the door quickly. I looked back at Frank. He was an odd shade of pinkish-red.

He looked down at me. I started leaning towards him again, but he was quicker. He got up, causing me to fall on the floor.

I almost screamed, because of my ankle, but I got up and hopped over to the door. Somehow, I got there before Frankie. I stood in front of the door.

He looked aggravated, and I was about to say something, but he cut me off by pressing his lips against mine. I closed my eyes. This was better than the first two times, this was real, I finally realized it, I loved Frankie. I loved Frank Iero. I LOVE FRANK ANTHONY THOMAS IERO!!!!!!

I could tell that I truly loved him. I thought I had loved Devin, but this was different, this was LOVE.

His mouth was open now and we were having tongue wrestling contest. I won, apparently, or he gave up because he was playing with the stud that I still had on my tongue.

I was only two inches shorter than him, but he still managed to pick me up. He carried me over to the bed, still kissing me. He lied me down, but still managed to keep his lips on mine. Then he pulled away and walked out of the room, making either a peace sign or a ‘V’ (for victory) with his fingers. I crossed my arms and once I heard the door close, I smiled.

I finally realized how I felt. I found out what love is. And who I loved. My life was complete. Then I realized that I was hungry.

“Hello!” I yelled, hoping to get someone’s attention, “Can some one bring me some food? Hello! IS ANYONE THERE!? HEEEEEELLLLLLLOOOOOOO!!!!!!”

To my surprise, Mikey walked in the door.

“Hi, Mikey!” I smiled at him.

He blushed.

“Why do you blush so much when you’re around me?” I asked him.

“Because of the way we met,” he answered.

“I don’t seem to remember that.”

“Well, everyone there was pretty much wasted.”

“That could explain it. Hey, can you get me some breakfast? I’m hungry and can’t walk.

“…You’re going to hop to the table.”

“Fuck no! AND fuck you!”

“I’m going to help you.”

He helped me out of the bed, and I put my arm around his torso. With Mikey as my human crutch, I managed to get to the table in the kitchen without flling down and further hurting myself. Then I sat down and ate. Everyone was there. Ray was trying to get Jenny to eat some French toast, but she just nibbled on a small piece of bacon. Her eyes were puffy and she had dark circles under them. Leah, Gerard, and Mikey were talking about comics, Matt and Lexi had gone back to making out. I looked for Frankie, but couldn’t find him. I finished up my third piece of French toast, and got up hopping back to his room to look at the scrapbook and reminisce about Frank and I as teenagers.

*Frank’s POV*

I want to avoid doing this, kissing her. But I can’t. She got off the floor and to the door before me, and she was hopping. She wasn’t going to let me leave. It looked like she was about to say something, but I cut her off. By kissing her. She kissed back, and I couldn’t help opening my mouth. The rest went by really fast, but I do remember carrying her to my bed and putting her there before leaving.

I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a piece of French toast and I practically choked, I ate it so fast. Then I grabbed a sweatshirt and walked out the door, thinking about what I just did.

That’s when it hit me:

I loved her.