I left Frankie’s room and retreated to my own bedroom.

Poor Frankie, he looked pretty sad. I wish I could help, I wish I could take all his pain away.

Once I got to my bedroom I locked the door behind me and got ready for bed.

-----Time Lapse----

It was around 5am when I was woken by a soft nock at my door.

I scurried towards it and opened it,

Revealing a tired and heartbroken Frankie.

I quickly enveloped him in my arms and pulled him in to the room with me.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I murmured in to his hair once we were sat down on my bed.

“N-nothing.” He sounded like he had been crying and he looked on the verge of tears.

“Please tell me, honey.” I begged him. I wanted to know what was wrong; I wanted to fix it, I wanted to see my Frankie smile.

He shook his head no.

We stayed like that for a while; Frankie looking like he wanted to die and I just held him close to my chest.

After a while of just holding him close and murmuring ‘I love you’s I turned him so he was facing me and planted a strong, love filled kiss on his lips.

I hope he could somehow sense all the love I felt for him.

He started sobbing.

It was like he had built a wall around himself and that kiss had demolished it.

He started to talk in between sobs, “She was a bi-bitch…do-do you –love me? F-for real?...she said no one w-would l-love me…cause I’m u-ugly and m-moody and she said I w-would die alone…t-that’s not t-true right y-you won’t l-leave me for anyone, r-right?” it broke my heart to hear him say that.

Who was ‘she’?!

I swear to god I’ll fucking kill the bitch!

As if reading my mind Frankie handed me his cell phone, which was open to a text message.

It said it was from his mother.

I had to bite my tongue to not scream.

HOW CAN SOMENOE SAY THAT TO THEIR SON?!

Frankie was taking deep breaths trying to calm down, while I was taking deep breaths trying to calm my urge to kill the bitch.

Note to self: the bitch is already dead.

“Y-you’re quiet….you th-think she’s right?” he whispered.

“What? No baby! Of course not! It just surprised me.” I murmured.

I pulled Frankie closer to me and laid him down on the bed with me.

I climbed on top of him and straddled him, but it wasn’t in a sexual way, I just wanted to be close to him.

He wouldn’t meet my eyes so I raised a hand and cupped his face, making him look up and meet my eyes.

“I love you so much, nothing can ever change that.” I murmured

He raised both of his hands and cupped my face puling me towards him.

And he kissed me.

He motherfucking kissed me!

I started kissing back and I heard him make a happy noise at the back of his throat.

Once we pulled away I could see the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes.

“I love you, Frankie” I whispered.

He let the tears fall from his eyes.

Happy tears.

“Don’t ever leave me” he whispered.

“I won’t” I answered.

I lay down next to him and hugged him as close to me as possible, draping the covers over us.

“‘Rard? Promise me…that you’ll always love me?” he asked.

“Of course I’ll always love you baby. I promise.”

Notes

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title from MCRs 'The Sharpest Lives'