Bullets

-Gee's POV-

I sighed as I awoke, feeling quite different today. I feel like I wanted something, but it wasn't sex, and it surely wasn't drugs or alcohol. I got it.

I wanted Frank dead.

I went to the area in my closet where I had all the guns hidden, and quietly pulled down the first one I saw, which ended up to be a small handgun.
Well, as long as it could kill.
I swung open the door of my room, laying my eyes on Frank just as I did.
I cocked the small gun in my hand, which had awoken Frankie.
"Don't let the gates of hell hit you on your way down!" I laughed as I aimed the gun.
"Gerard, no!" He attempted to yield me. "Wait, before you shoot me, I just want to do one more thing. Something I haven't done in a while." Frank quickly got up from his spot on the floor, coming right up to me. I was expecting something violent from him, like maybe a weak blow to the face, but he was far too weak for that anyways.
Instead, he gently hung his arms around my neck, got on his tiptoes, and... He kissed me. It was just a small peck on my lips, for now at least. He merged back into my face, placing his lips on mine, and began to kiss. I decided to kiss back, being that he was about to die. I kissed back firmly, but he was far too strong. I'm surprised I'm saying this, but it was true. He began licking the bottom of my lip, trying to get in. I parted my lips and allowed his tongue to dance around with mine. I felt his hand trail up my neck, and furrow around in my hair a little bit. I dropped the gun to the carpeted floor, bringing my hands to his waist.
"I love you, Gerard. No matter how much shit you put me through, dead or not, I will always love you," Frank moaned against my lips, nipping my bottom lip as he pulled away.
The words echoed through my head. He loved me through everything I put him through.
"Now go on, Gee. Please take that gun, and place it firmly to my temple. Pull the trigger. I'm ready."
I refused to pick up the gun.
"Frankie, no. I realized that you never deserved any of this. If anything, I do." I picked up the gun, and placed it to my temple without any second thoughts.


I pulled the trigger.







------Epilogue------


Mikey is now getting mental treatment, he is scarred from what be has witnessed.
Ray is now getting out of the hospital, he is doing far better, but he has some brain damage.
Brian, Matt, and the other Matt have all realized that bullying is wrong, and they're quite respectful now.
Frank has learned to realize not to love everyone that comes into your life. He is now living in his own home with his new mate, Zack, and they now own 28 dogs.

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