What wouldn't I do for you?
Sugar We're Going Down
Frank [P.O.V.]
I really don't need this right now. I really don't need this ever. I am standing here wondering what is wrong with my life. Ryan is almost shaking. I know he isn't ready for this battle, but then again is anyone ever? Ryan is still under watch for another new antidepressant prescription and I doubt he wants to go back to the mental ward under close watch. He'd probably be rooming with Mikey. I sigh as Zayn walks toward Ryan. I jump in between them and grit my teeth,
"Hello, can I help you?"
"Yes, move me and your lap dog have unfinished business." He said in a cocky tone.
"Well, I'm not just gonna let that happen so I guess we are running into a serious discrepancy aren't we?" I smile as I say it though I have the overwhelming urge to deck this douche in the mouth.
"Well, I would suggest you move because I won't regret going through you to get to him." He he said with a flair of anger.
"I guess that is just what you're going to have to do." I regretted the words as soon as they past through my lips. Zayn threw a strong blow right to my jaw. I didn't falter though which surprised even me. I was still standing erect when he took another shot to my nose. I heard the snapping of my brittle bones and felt a rush of hot blood come out my nostrils. I sighed heavily,
"Well, it that's all you've got." I threw a punch into the center of his ugly face. His eyes when he saw my fist showed nothing but fear. I watched as Zayn fell to the ground. He was in shock as I grabbed Ryan and we walked out of the Mall. I don't really want to deal with security, today or ever for that matter. As we hit the cold late November air Ryan shivered as did I. We found Ryan's car and took off out of the parking lot as fast as we legally could. I sighed again as I pulled down the visor to asses the damage that has been made to my face. I see Ryan glance over at me as I wince from the flash of pain that came from my feather light touch to my frail face. I found a napkin and wiped up the blood but I say my lip was split and, there was an abundantly clear bruise on my jaw line. I sighed lightly,
"Ryan, I'm sorry."
"What is there for you to be sorry for? You saved me Frankie." He smiled lightly but it did not reach his honey colored eyes.
"If I hadn't asked you to go to the mall with me we wouldn't have run into that thing." I ducked my head feeling sorry for Ryan more so than myself. His eyes were on me as I could feel them burning a hole into my very core. I whispered, "How can I explain this to Gerard. He is in such a difficult time but I don't want to keep secrets from him Ryan."
"Sometimes secrets are a good thing Frank." I had the overwhelming feeling that Ryan doesn't tell anyone everything. I didn't want to press this any further knowing enough about Ryan's past, so I let us ride out the rest of the trip in an uneasy awkward silence that hung in the air like the fog that was begining to surround the car.
I really don't need this right now. I really don't need this ever. I am standing here wondering what is wrong with my life. Ryan is almost shaking. I know he isn't ready for this battle, but then again is anyone ever? Ryan is still under watch for another new antidepressant prescription and I doubt he wants to go back to the mental ward under close watch. He'd probably be rooming with Mikey. I sigh as Zayn walks toward Ryan. I jump in between them and grit my teeth,
"Hello, can I help you?"
"Yes, move me and your lap dog have unfinished business." He said in a cocky tone.
"Well, I'm not just gonna let that happen so I guess we are running into a serious discrepancy aren't we?" I smile as I say it though I have the overwhelming urge to deck this douche in the mouth.
"Well, I would suggest you move because I won't regret going through you to get to him." He he said with a flair of anger.
"I guess that is just what you're going to have to do." I regretted the words as soon as they past through my lips. Zayn threw a strong blow right to my jaw. I didn't falter though which surprised even me. I was still standing erect when he took another shot to my nose. I heard the snapping of my brittle bones and felt a rush of hot blood come out my nostrils. I sighed heavily,
"Well, it that's all you've got." I threw a punch into the center of his ugly face. His eyes when he saw my fist showed nothing but fear. I watched as Zayn fell to the ground. He was in shock as I grabbed Ryan and we walked out of the Mall. I don't really want to deal with security, today or ever for that matter. As we hit the cold late November air Ryan shivered as did I. We found Ryan's car and took off out of the parking lot as fast as we legally could. I sighed again as I pulled down the visor to asses the damage that has been made to my face. I see Ryan glance over at me as I wince from the flash of pain that came from my feather light touch to my frail face. I found a napkin and wiped up the blood but I say my lip was split and, there was an abundantly clear bruise on my jaw line. I sighed lightly,
"Ryan, I'm sorry."
"What is there for you to be sorry for? You saved me Frankie." He smiled lightly but it did not reach his honey colored eyes.
"If I hadn't asked you to go to the mall with me we wouldn't have run into that thing." I ducked my head feeling sorry for Ryan more so than myself. His eyes were on me as I could feel them burning a hole into my very core. I whispered, "How can I explain this to Gerard. He is in such a difficult time but I don't want to keep secrets from him Ryan."
"Sometimes secrets are a good thing Frank." I had the overwhelming feeling that Ryan doesn't tell anyone everything. I didn't want to press this any further knowing enough about Ryan's past, so I let us ride out the rest of the trip in an uneasy awkward silence that hung in the air like the fog that was begining to surround the car.
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I actually have another story in the process. it isn't ferard but has some in it. it's called "life isn't fair" it's on here so if you wanna check it out.
1/12/14