He pulled me off the stool and sat me on the island, away from the food.

He put his hands down on either side of me and leaned in close.

"If you can't see that I love you, then I'll show you. I'll show you what I'm willing to do for you. I'll prove to you that I love you, more than life. I would do anything for you. Anything you want, you can have it. You don't like it here, fuck it, we'll move. You want clothes, shoes, cars, anything at all, I can and will give you anything you want. Just say the word and it's yours."

He looked at me with eyes that screamed love.

He opened his mouth to speak again, but I silenced him with a quick peck to his lips.

"I just want to feel." I whispered against his lips.

"Then let me in. Let me get close and show you how much I care, how much I love you."

I nuzzled in to the space between his shoulder and neck.

I nodded slowly.

I heard him sigh and felt him relax.

Then he pulled away, picked me up and sat me back down on the stool.

"Eat your breakfast." he said.

I smiled a bit, he sounded like what I imagined a mother would sound like.

He sat down next to me and ate with one hand, the other wrapped tightly around my waist.

"I'm going to get you to fall in love with me all over again." he stated a few silent minutes in to the meal.

I looked over at him and smiled softly.

He doesn't have to do that, I already love him.

But it would be nice of him.

"What are you planing?" I asked.

"Lots of stuff. Like, dates and all that. I want to make everything special, because you deserve it. And that way you'll see just how much I'm willing to do for you...I really, really love you." he answered.

I smiled even wider.

I loved the sound of that.

After breakfast Gerard stayed in the kitchen to clean up and I went back to the bedroom to shower.

Afterwards I went to the closet and put on some clean clothes.

I pulled out a pair of grey skinny jeans, a white v-neck and a grey hoodie.

When I was dressed I walked back in to the kitchen to find Gerard just finishing washing the dishes.

"Frankie, honey, want to go out?" he asked, his back still to me.

"Mmmh, where?" I asked, leaning back against the counter.

He looked up at me and smiled, "Wherever you want."

"I dunno...I'm kinda tired."

He dried his hands and then walks over to me.

He rests his hands on the counter behind me and leans in close to me.

He kisses me softly, "Then we can stay here, yeah?"

"Okay."

I kiss him and hang my arms around his neck.

He kissed back harder.

I made a weird -incredibly embarrassing- noise when he bit my lip.

He moves his hands to my hips and lifts me up on to the counter.

I kind of squealed, he smiled and then kissed me again, wrapping my legs around his waist and his arms around mine.

We kept kissing, but when he slid his hands under my shirt I pulled away.

"What's wrong?" he asked, panting.

I hung my head and hid behind my bangs.

It's okay, I want to kiss and be close to him, but I don't want to do anything else, not yet.
But that sounds kind of stupid since I was the one that was bitching about wanting to have sex already.

"Frankie?"

"I, uh..." I looked up at him, half hidden behind my hair.

He looked kind of frustrated, expectant.

He was expecting a good answer, not 'I don't wanna'.

"I-it's just- I..." I stuttered.

He tucked my bangs behind my ear.

"Come on, honey. You can tell me what's wrong."

"I just d-don't want to do anything...yet."

He'll be angry.

He has the right to be, I'm being an annoying bitch.

"Oh, baby. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. We don't have to do anything you don't want to." He smiled sweetly at me.

He leaned down and was only an inch or so away from my lips when he pulled away.

"Kissing's okay, right?" he asked worriedly.

I giggled and pulled him down, kissing him firmly.

"Kissing's fucking great." I muttered.

-----Time Lapse-----

"Frankie, honey! Are you ready yet?" I heard Gerard yell from downstairs.

"Almost!" I yelled back.

"You said that like an hour ago."

I finished straightening my hair and looked at myself in the mirror.

I looked nice. I was wearing a black hoodie and black skinny jeans, nothing fancy, but it's better than pajamas.

I had rimmed my eyes with a little bit of black eye liner, so it didn't look like I had spent the last few days crying.

We hadn't really done anything all day, just lied around and watched T.V. and talked. It was nice.

And now Gerard wanted to take me out and I was more than happy to say yes.

So I had spent the last hour or so trying to not look like I just got out of the hospital.

"Princess? You know you look beautiful no matter what you wear? You don't have to spend so much time on that, you're gorgeous either way."

I walked in to the living room where Gerard was waiting.

He was wearing skinny jeans, a dark red-ish hoodie and a black leather jacket.

He looked awesome and I looked blagh.

"How do you do it?" he asked, walking to me and hugging me tightly.

"Do what?"

"Always look so beautiful." He answered, gazing at me lovingly.

I ducked my head and blushed, "We should get going." I mumbled.

He nodded and took my hand, leading me out of the house and to the car that was parked in front.

He opened the door for me and then walked to his side, he got in and started the car.

He drove off and it was quiet for a while, until I got curious, "Where are we going, 'Rard?"

He kept his eyes on the road and smiled, "I can't tell you."

"Oh, a 'surprise'?"

"Yeah."

"I don't like surprises."

"You'll like this one." he didn't say anything after that.

Just kept driving and listening to me rant about why I didn't like surprises.

About 30 minutes later Gerard pulled in to an...abandoned building?

I stared while he smiled at me, "Do you like it?" he asked.

"What the hell am I supposed to be looking at?"

"Come on." he got out of the car and opened my door.

Then we walked up to the building.

It was tall and looked half demolished.

But it was strangely nice, the destroyed structure and grey sky where depressingly beautiful.

We walked in to the building.

Inside it was like a maze, Gerard walked in front of me, showing the way.

A few minutes later we walked in to a big room, there was a bonfire in the middle and a picnic set up next to it.

"When I was younger I would come here...to get away from Ma and Father and just be alone for a while. I like it here, it's peaceful." he muttered.

He led me to the picnic and we sat down.

There was lots of food that looked delicious, I wonder when he did this?

"It is really peaceful here, yeah." I whispered.

I don't know why I was whispering.

It felt as if it were appropriate.

This place was so deadly quiet I felt like I had to be silent, too.

"Growing up I didn't have that. I mean, you met Ma. She's loud. And there was always a new dinner or party to go to...I just wanted a little bit of quiet." he sounded nostalgic.

"My parents where never around. All I ever had was 'quiet'."

He kind of chuckled, "It's kind of ironic, right? All I wanted was silence and you were probably sick of it."

I leaned my head on his shoulder, "Yeah."

It was quiet for a while and for a second I felt like I was back home.

It was so quiet. The only sound being the crackling wood. It reminded me of the many Christmases I spent by myself.

"Hey, honey? You're not hungry?" Gerard's voice snapped me out of my memories.

"Uh, yeah. Sure, let's eat."

He smiled, all trace of sadness and nostalgia whipped away, and served me some wine.

I thanked him and we started eating.

-----Time Lapse-----

"Ew! 'Rard, no! Just- ew!"

"I know! I was there!"

"That's so gross! That couldn't have happened, ew!"

"I swear on my life! I was in the school library and I went to the back part -where the really old books are- and the principal was there fucking the librarian!"

"Ew, no! Horrible mental images!" I covered my eyes.

Gerard laughed and after a few seconds so did I.

Dinner with Gerard was great.

I had been laughing non stop since we started.

Maybe it was the wine or maybe Gerard's just an awesome date, but tonight was great.

Once I had stopped laughing I took another forkful of cheesecake and a sip of white wine.

"It's late." Gerard said, looking out the window at the black sky.

"Yeah, we should go." I replied.

"Yeah." Gerard muttered.

He got up and pulled me to my feet.

"Are we gonna leave all this?" I asked, gesturing to the picnic and the fire.

"Uhm," he contemplated it for a second, "yeah."

He took me by the hand and we left the building.

Back in the car Gerard was about to drive off, but I stopped him.

I pulled him down by the collar of his jacket, and kissed him passionately.

"That was great." I whispered afterwards.

He smiled, still leaning over, "Yeah, kissing is great, yeah."

"No, idiot. I meant this, tonight. Today, was awesome...thanks."

"What for?"

"...for being you. For being with me. For making me feel loved."

He kissed me again, softly.

"My pleasure." he whispered against my lips.

He pulled away and we drove back home.

Notes

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I ALREADY HAD THE REST OF THE STORY WRITTEN BUT MY PHONE WAS HACKED AND I LOST IT AND I HAD TO RE-WRITE THIS. SORRY IF THIS SUCKS TERRIBLY :/

Yeah, okay. So sorry. Just had the worst winter of my life, don't hate me.

I'll start updating again like normal, hope this chapter isn't too shitty, the original one was a lot better but I lost it so, yeah.

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Title from MCRs 'The World Is Ugly'