I was in the basement listening to the misfits when Mikey and Frank walked down.

"Out, we're using the basement," he said.

"No, I'm here," I said as I drew.

Mikey groaned and went upstairs to no doubt complain to my mom.

"What's this racket?" Frank asked.

"The misfits," I said.

"They're kinda shit," he said, turning off the music.

Frank came over and looked at my drawing. I looked up, locking eyes with him. His beautiful green eyes. I wanted nothing more than to just kiss him and hold him. Frank didn't break his gaze with me.

"What?" He asked. "You wanna suck my dick or something."

I didn't say anything and he burst out laughing.

"Oh my god, dude, I was kidding," he said. "Wow, you really do. You're fucking gay, aren't you? A little fag?"

"I am gay, yes," I said, clearing my throat.

"What about your girlfriend, that little upbeat, annoying one," he said.

"I broke things off with her," I said.

"Good for you, man, she's obnoxious," he said.

I smiled softly.

"Just for the record, I'm not your friend and if you touch me I will literally break you fucking hand," he said. "But no man needs to be tied down to obnoxious bitches."

"What about all the 'bitches' you date?" I asked.

"Let me make one thing clear, I don't date," he said. "I have buddies and hook ups, no way am I gonna tie myself down to some girl."

"What about some guy?" I asked.

"I would rather cut off my own penis," he said.

"It's twenty-nineteen, homophobia is a thing of the past," I said. "Just admit your feelings already, everyone knows you're gay."

Frank wrapped a hand around my throat, choking me.

"I am not gay and never will be," he spat. "I'm not some fucking fag like you."

I gasped, grabbing his wrist to try and push him away. He got close, his breath fanning over my face.

"I will never be the piece of shit that you are," he said.

"What is this? Some gay kink thing?" Mikey asked.

Frank let go of me and I gasped for air. He shoved Mikey, his face practically turning red.

"Fuck you, I'm not gay," he said.

"Dude, chill out, it's a fucking joke," Mikey said.

Frank stormed upstairs, slamming the basement door.

"Nice job, freak," Mikey said.

"I didn't do shit, you're the one who made the gay joke," I said.

"Well, you clearly upset him first," Mikey said. "What did you do?"

"Nothing, it doesn't matter," I said.

How was I supposed to win Frank over when he was this homophobic?

"Is that a comic?" He asked. "Wow, you really have gotten lamer."

I shook my head, turning away. I packed up my art stuff and went upstairs. Someone grabbed me and shoved me up against the wall. Next thing I know there were lips against mine, familiar lips. Frank. I kissed back, holding him tight.

He pulled away, his lips parted as he stared at me. I let out a shaky breath, looking down at his lips before looking at him again.

"If you tell anyone I will break your nose," he whispered.

Frank pulled away before going down to the basement. I smiled, touching my lips gently. I missed the feeling of his lips on mine.

I smiled, going over to Ray's house. His parents let me in and I went up to his room where he was playing with Valentina.

"I have the best news ever," I said. "Frank kissed me."

"So you were right, he is gay and just has internalized homophobia," Ray said.

Valentina came over and handed me a princess crown. I put it on, sitting on the floor next to Ray.

"It was amazing," I said. "But he also choked and threatened me. But it's getting better, right? He kissed me, at least."

"That is a good sign," he said.

"So, I just need to go with the flow of things, make things right this time," I said. "I'll do better and when I do, I'll finally be able to go back to my own world."

Ray smiled and nodded. Valentina gave us both tea cups.

"Maybe you should text him or something," Ray said. "Maybe you two can go on a date. Making amends is something that can really help you get back to your own world."

"I know I have to make amends but how am I supposed to do that when Frank hates me so much," I said.

"Well, he hates you in the other world," Ray said.

"He doesn't hate me, we just got into a fight is all," I said. "But I have to explain to him about everything and how am I supposed to do that when I can't tell him I'm from an alternate universe. He's going to think I'm crazy or something."

"Then just don't tell him, make things right without telling him what was wrong in the first place," he said.

"That sounds impossible," I muttered.

Ray smiled and patted my back. I nodded, closing my eyes.

"This isn't going to be a fast process, is it?" I asked.

"No, don't think so," he said.

"What if I get stuck here?" I asked. "In pop culture they have to get back to their own reality before it's too late because then they get stuck there and can never get back home. I can't stay here, I have a whole nother life that I need to get back to. My Frank, my sweet, sweet Frank."

I received a text and I recognized it to be Frank's number.

Frank: Meet me at my house in twenty minutes

I smiled, standing up as he sent his address. His address was different in this world.

"Um, Frank wants me to meet him at his place," I said. "So, I will be back and tell you how it all went."

I gave him a hug and left. I went home to get the keys before leaving, driving to Frank's house. It was practically a mansion. The grass was lush and there was a huge fountain. I knocked and Frank opened up the door.

"Why are you wearing a tiara?" He asked. "You know what, I don't give a fuck."

Frank grabbed me by the collar and pulled me in, knocking the tiara off my head. He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me roughly before practically dragging me up the stairs. His room was huge and there wasn't a single band poster or instrument inside, only sports equipment. He pushed me down onto the bed, taking off his shirt.

He looked odd without his tattoos. It was him, but also not quite him. He climbed on top of me, wrapping a hand around my throat before leaning down an inch away from my face.

"You're not going to tell anyone," he whispered.

I shook my head and he kissed me, gentler this time. His hand around my throat moved to tangle into my hair.

"I thought you weren't gay," I said.

"I'm not," he stated.

Frank kissed my neck, making my heart race.

"Frank, are you sure you're ready to do anything?" I asked.

"We aren't gonna do anything," he muttered.

Frank pulled away, sitting down on the couch.

"You were always that dorky older brother to my best friend," he said. "And then you had this whole makeover after jumping out a window and started listening to some badass music. You changed and, frankly, it's kind of a turn on for me."

I sat up on the edge of his bed. I wanted to tell him so badly that it's because I wasn't the me who he thinks I am. I wanted to tell him all about the car accident and how I was transported into an alternate reality. But what if he thinks I'm crazy? What if he decides to leave me?

"Why me?" I asked. "You could've gone with any number of other boys, why would you choose your best friend's older brother?"

Frank motioned for me to come over and I stood in front of him. He grabbed my belt, pulling me down to straddle his hips.

"Because you actually seem interested in me," he said. "And you're one of the only openly gay people at school, even though you only came out a few days ago. And because you were crying at my feet, if you wanted me that bad then you wouldn't tell anyone else about us."

"I would never ruin the opportunity for us to finally be together again," I said.

"Again?" He asked.

"It's a really long story that I'm not sure you would fully be able to comprehend or believe me," I said.

Frank shrugged, his hand running over my thigh.

"Not that I really care, either," he said. "Let's get one thing straight. Our relationship is purely physical, that's it. There is no emotion connected to it. We aren't friends, we don't talk about personal stuff."

Let's see how fast I can get him to change that.

"Understood," I said.

"Good, I'm glad that we seem to be on the same page," he said.

"Have you ever thought about getting tattoos?" I asked. "I think you would look pretty hot with them."

"Yeah, tattoos aren't really my thing," he said.

"You sure?" I asked. "It would also be pretty cool if you were to play guitar or something."

"I am the worst with instruments and anything in the arts," he said with a small chuckle. "Trust me, I am far better off with just sports."

"I don't know, maybe you should try it sometime," I said. "Girls really love guys who can play guitar."

"That is true," he said. "Imagine how many girls I can woo if I just tell them I can play and only learn one song. You know what, I will take you up on that idea if it helps me with the chicks."

"Thought you were gay," I said.

"I'm not gay," he denied. "Now shut up and kiss me already."