My head spun as i lightly pushed frank away. I didnt know him anymore, he may know me but its not the same. "Frank, i..uh..i dont know you anymore..." Frank cringed under my words. "but anni, something inside must still know me and must still....love me." he hung his head as i shook mine. This was hard for him, it had to be. He'd watched me hve my "accident" and had to live with that and the thought that i might never Love or know him the same wy again. "Frank maybe we can start over, maybe i might love you like i used to. I can try..." He nodded as a single tear fell from his hazell eye. I Watched him slowly turn the pages of the album even after the pages turned blank. "frank, anni! tea's ready" my mothers sickeening voice drifted up the stairs into into the light of my room. We both stood and made our way to the smell of spagetti in the dining room. "yum spagetti" Frank and i chorused as we walked in. Both my mom and dad laughed. "you kids used to always do that" my dad said as he pielled spagetti onto franks plate. "thank you richrd" As we ate, we sat in silence. Only three noises interupted our peace, the clock in the hall, the soft sound of chewing and the scrape of knives across the plates. "did you know every akward silence a gay baby is born" I said as i scooped another spoon of pasta into my mouth. My mother's face was shocked as was my dad's, i couldn't understand why. Untill i realised i had remembered something. It was what i used to say every akward silene before my accident. My mother dropped her fork and ran over to me with a smile that danced from ear to ear. I sat in a daze as the memory's came flooding back to me. she was mom, he was dad....no matter how hard i tried i couldn't remember frank. I looked over at him as he watched me intently. I could at least pretend..."I...I remember! i remember you and dad and...and frank" i waited to see if he bought it, he did. He pushed his chair bac and flung his arms around me. I couldn't help but laugh. I was so happy, i could finnally remeber the memories, the happy times, i could even remember the accident but why couldn't i remember frank?
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As the weeks flew by, i was put pack into school, i was given back my licence and i remembered everything, well almost everything. I felt a pang of guilt everytime he kissed my cheek, every time he held my hand. I hated lying to him. It was drawing close to summer break, when gerard noiteced. "you dont remeber him, do you?" his question dragged all the air from my chest and i had to struggle to get it back. "n..o" i spt out as if the words where acid. "then why are you lying to him?" I felt stuiped as i told him why. "i dont want to hurt him" gerard laughed a humorless laugh as he heard my answer. "he'll find out, and he'll be more hurt than he would be if you had told him." i already knew that, but i was trying not to think about it. "Gerard, i tried to remeber i really did, but i couldn't...he he he'll hate me if if he finds out" i said through quite sobbs of tears. i felt gerards arms wrap around me. i lent my head against his cool shoulder. "hey, hey i promise i wot tell him. He loves you more than anythig, he wont get mad." I laughed at this, of course he'll get mad. "yes he...will" i sniffed a little as gerard liffted my head from hiss soggy shirt. "so maybe he will get mad, but i promise you he'll will forgive you, ok?" I sniffed and nodded slowly. Frannk had a right to know, and it was my responisbility to tell him. Even if it men't hurtig him, Iwas going to tell him.....maybe.
wow go frankie go! ohhh and look at cute lil mikey at the back!
