Framia: Winter Break
by ~NaruIno4eva
I DIDN OT WRITE THIS.ONE OF MY DEVIANTART FRIENDS DID!!
RING!
Frank grabbed his backpack and sprinted out of American Lit Honors, excited for the beginnings of winter break. No more finals to study for. No more teachers lecturing about the importance of the Green Light in The Great Gatsby. No more disgusting blobs of dead animal flesh being forced down his throat at lunch. Just him, the frozen Jersey tundra, and Jamia.
He slid down the staircase banister, ignoring the scoldings of some passing-by nuns, and caught his breath outside his girlfriend's American Studies classroom, waiting for Jamia to pop out of the classroom so they can run away together. She finally did, walking out of the classroom laughing with some friends, and Frank grabbed her arm and pulled her in for a kiss, not giving a fuck who saw.
"Well, hello to you too" Jamia greeted in a sensual tone of voice when their lips finally parted. He laced his hand into hers.
"You wanna bust out of here?"
"Hell yeah!" And with that, Frank took off running, pulling Jamia along for the ride. They ran out into the street, laughing and giggling all the while, and finally stopped to catch a breath when the towering Catholic school was clearly out of sight. As Jamia brushed back her dark hair, Frank put an arm around her shoulders and snuggled in the nape of her neck.
"You wanna hang out at my dad's place?" he asked before kissing her cheek. He could never be around his girl and not kiss her - especially in the winter, her dark hair framing her pale skin and flushed cheeks making her look like an angel.
"Sure, I'll call my mom and tell her where I'm at." She smiled and grasped his hand again, walking down the street with their fingers intertwined and their shoulders pressed together as she confirmed her plans with her parental units. Before long, they reached Frank's father's house, and Frank fumbled around to find the keys. After finding the right pair, he unlocked the door and entered, throwing his backpack on the floor.
"Dad! I'm home!" he yelled as he unbuttoned his giant coat and tossed it on the coat stick by the door. His dad came from the kitchen area.
"Hey, Frankie. Hello, Jamia." He waved at the two teenagers.
"Hi, Mr. Iero" Jamia said shyly. Even after dating for two years, she was still nervous about impressing his parents. Maybe it's because hers gave him such a hard time.
"There's some hot cocoa in the kitchen, if you want any. How were finals for you two?" The younger Iero led Jamia into the kitchen, Frank senior following.
"Finals were good, I guess. I had Environmental Science and AmLit Honors today."
"You think you did okay?" Mr. Iero pushed his son for some academic success, but not as much as his ex wife did. He just wanted his boy to be happy and successful in whatever he ended up doing in life.
"I think so."
"How about you, Jamia?" He asked as he poured them some hot cocoa for his son's girlfriend. He thought very highly of her - his son found a real keeper.
"I had concert choir and AmStuds," she took a sip, "This is really good, Mr. Iero, thank you."
"No trouble at all." He could see Frankie giving him the Dad go away so i can be with my woman in peace look with the hazel eyes that reminded him so much of his mom's. Everything about his son was like his mother - he was hardly his junior except for personality.
"I'll be upstairs in my office if you need anything."
"Cool, Dad, thanks again." Frank took a swig as his dad finally left the kitchen, only to nearly spit it out.
"What's wrong, babe?" Jamia asked as he put the kitchen faucet on cold and stuck his open mouth underneath it. He wiped his mouth with his snow-crusted gloved hand.
"Way too fuckin' hot," he gasped, "It didn't even taste like chocolate - it just tasted like hot." Jamia laughed. Oh, her Frankie was silly. She nuzzled in his collarbone after taking another sip, the softness of their school uniforms rubbing against each other. He stroked her hair.
"You wanna go to my room?" he asked. She nodded against him as he gave her a tight squeeze before taking her hand and walking her upstairs. After passing by his dad's at-home office, Frank opened the band poster-covered door to his room, which was painted black and had amps and dirty clothes scattered around. Jamia set down her book bag by the floor when Frank scooped her up.
"Frankie-!"
"I've captured you, my pretty, and your little dog too!" Frank made his best Wicked Witch of the West impression as she wiggled in his arms like a fish out of water.
"You're not gonna get me that easily!" She reached down and bit his shoulder. That alone made him get on his knees and release her. He got back up, and they playfully chased each other around until Frank tackled her on his messy, unmade bed.
"You win!," she laughed, "Now get off of me!" He made a thinking face for a good thirty seconds before coming to a conclusion.
"Nope," he kissed her nose, "You are my prisoner, now I get to do whatever I please to you." His lips pressed against her neck.
"Oh ho, is that what I think it is, Frankie?," His hands slipping underneath her skirt to grab her ass was her answer, "But Frankie-" his lips stopped hers from moving. They were like the opposite of frostbite: they were warm, gentle, but still as paralyzing as their counterpart.
"C'mon, Jamia, it's not like we haven't done It with our folks home before," he tried to persuade before his lips returned to gently kissing her own. Instantly, she was reminded of the fall; cautiously making love in the guest bedroom at Frank's grandma's house at Thanksgiving. She pulled back Frank's head and looked him dead in the eye.
"I'm wearing thermal underwear, Frankie. That is not sexy."
"It's not about what you wear, Love. It's about what's underneath, and most importantly," he put his hands on her chest, "It's about your heart, and I think it's a beautiful one to match this angelic exterior." Jamia's eyes got big and she hugged him tightly.
"Oh, Frankie...that's the sweetest thing I've ever heard you say to me." He kissed her hair.
"That's 'cause it's true."
"You're still not getting any, though."
"Dammit."