‘No, Frankie, I care too much. Gee. <3 xxxxxxx’
Sent.

Shit. What if that freaks him out? I decide to just sit and wait for his reply because it’s lunch and Bob and I are sat here in Bob’s room ‘watching TV together’ but I don’t really care about this programme that he is fucking enveloped in.

“What do you think, Gee?” Bob’s deep voice breaks off my important activity of staring at my phone and waiting for a message from my little fairy.

“I… agree with you?” I said but it came out as more of a question which indicated to Bob that I really wasn’t listening. Oops.
“Right, so you agree that Damon is the one who killed Klaus?” Bob asks, smirking.

“Well duh. Damon is totally kick-ass, of course it was him…” I blag. I really fucking hope that he bought it.

“Yeah, totally, man,” Bob says, now smirking even wider… Why the fuck is he smirki…

“DUDE! WHAT THE FUCK? GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE!” I shout as I try to grab my phone back from Bob’s quick and powerful hands – And no, I do not know in that way – But to no avail.

“Klaus is a hybrid, idiot. He is way stronger than Damon, even though Damon is awesome. Also they gave Klaus the stakes so that he wouldn’t hurt them,” Bob explains but I couldn’t give any less of a fuck. “I knew you were texting someone, who is it? Is it that hot chick that hangs out with that fag you beat up the other day?” Bob quirks an eyebrow.

“Izzy?” I ask, my tone showing that I couldn’t be any more confused. Then I click on and realise that Bob has, unintentionally, given me a way out of telling him the truth. “Yeah, dude. I was texting her. So give me back my phone, okay?” I reach again for my phone.

“Yeah right, dude, I’m totally reading what you’ve been saying to eachother,” Bob laughs and I see him click on my messages.
SHIT!
EVEN FROM THIS DISTANCE I CAN READ MY LAST MESSAGE!
Bob looks back at me, bewildered. I snatch my phone and run to the bathroom because I need some fucking time to figure out what I’m going to say to Bob. I can see that Frankie hasn’t messaged me back. Shit… have I pissed him off? I text him… again.
‘Franks, fucking reply. Please, baby. Gee. <3 xxxxxxx’

As I click send there is a knock on the bathroom door. “Gee,” I hear Bob sigh out. “Gee, please come out, I have something to tell you. It’s really important, please,” I huff and open the door only to be captured immediately in a hug from Bob. Bob is hugging me. Not a quick hug with a couple of taps on the back that lasts like three seconds – a bro hug – but a proper hug. “It’s okay, Gee,” Bob whispers. “I don’t care that you’re gay, you’ll always be my friend,” I hug bob back, relieved that he isn’t angry with me for not telling hi… wait, what? Bob thinks that I’m gay?
I peel away from Bob and look at him sceptically. “Bob, dude, I’m not gay…”
“But, Frankie… that is a guy’s name… and he is saved under ‘My beautiful Fairy’… and you sent him that heart and those four kisses… you only ever send me like one and I’ve known you since year two… and like…” why does he care so much?
“Dude, I’m not gay, seriously,” I tell Bob, looking at him with a look of seriousness and he looks down… disappointed?
“Then what, are you messing with this kid? Because he’s the kid you beat the other day, right, and I think that messing with his feelings like this is worse than anything you’ve ever done or said to him and I won’t stand for i…”
“Bob, I’m not messing with him!” I shout, frustrated, successfully shutting Bob up.
“Then what is going on, dude? I’m so fucking confused!” Bob screams, clearly frustrated.
“I DON’T FUCKING KNOW!” I shout in frustration, making Bob furrow his eyebrows and seeing him confused is really fucking with me because Bob is wise-as-fuck. “I like girls, I love boobs and I don’t like guys at all. Never in my life have I ever been mildly attracted to any guy EVER!” I continue and as I see that Bob is about to say something I continue. “But Frank…” I trail off thinking of his gorgeous smile and smile myself. “Frank is different. He is the only guy who I’ve ever been attracted to,” I pause to look at Bob looking at me with a look that I can’t quite name. “The only guy I have ever wanted to be with, hold, kiss... Frank is the only guy I have ever loved,” I say without thinking and FUCK!
Did I just say I loved Frank?
Do I love Frank? What does love feel like? If I could be with him, talk to him *cough* kiss him some more *cough* then maybe I’d know if I really do love him or if I just said it in vain. I look up at Bob and… Are those tears? What the fuck has made Bob cry? I have only ever seen bob cry a handful of times and I’ve known him for just short of ten years! “Bob, why the fuck are you crying” I ask, panicked.
“I umm,” Bob starts before laughing and wiping away his tears. “I just think that was really beautiful, what you said, okay? Now shut the fuck up and never mention that I cried, okay?” Bob laughs again, patting me on the shoulder and walking towards his room.
Well, umm… that went… well? Yeah, well. That went really fucking well. Bob accepts me!
I look down at my phone and see that I have a text. I open it quickly, desperate to see if my Frankie was okay.
‘Dude, were r u? ur missin science! ms richmond is fuckin pissed bcod she nos u were in earlier 2day!’
What the fuck is Frank talking about? Then I check the name and see that it’s actually from Alan Cornwell. Fucking dick, I thought my Frankie had messaged me back but no, it was just some twat that I for some reason associate myself with.
‘I’m not coming in, cba for that shit. Lol. Gee.’
I reply to Alan. He is such an arse-hat for giving me false hope.
Although the fact that Frankie isn’t messaging me back fucking terrifies the shit out of me and I have to know if he’s okay because fuck those cuts looked painful and he is bruised as fuck and sore and he hasn’t been in school like he said earlier and like maybe he is really ill or in a lot of pain and FUCK I AM SO WORRIED! So I message him… again…
‘Baby, I’m worried! Gee. <3 xxxxxxx’
I walk back to Bob’s room and offer him a little smile before looking back at my phone. I have one text from Alan – which I ignore – but none from my Frank. I decide that I should text him once more before I go to his place and check on him because worried doesn’t even begin to explain how I feel right now.
‘Frank, if you don’t reply then I’m coming over right now and checking on you because you’re scaring me! Gee. <3 xxxxxxx’
Then I realised that, just as he said earlier, I don’t know where Frank lives. Although, lucky for me, Mikey is friend with Frank and Izzy, Franks best friend, and if he can get me Frank’s number then surely he can get me his address.
‘Mikey, get Franks address off of that Izzy girl. I don’t care what you have to say to her, just get me the fucking address, please! I need it ASAP! Gee. x’
“Gee, what the fuck is wrong, you’re like hyperventilating or some shit,” Bob says as he crawls towards me.
“It’s Frank, I don’t know what’s up but he said something that worried me and then he stopped messaging me and fuck, Bob, what if he is in danger!” I scream and Bob brings me into another hug, the second of the day and about the fifth throughout our nearly ten years of friendship.
“It’s okay, Gee. I’m sure he’s fine. Why don’t you go and check on him?” Bob suggests.
“Yeah, I just asked Mikes to get me his address because he is friends with Izzy and I don’t know where Frankie lives. What if he’s hurt, Bob?” I cry, literally… I feel one tear run down my cheek and will myself to stop before more do.
“He isn’t Gee. I promise.” I know he couldn’t know but hearing his comforting words in such a calm tone really does calm me down. My phone vibrates and it is Mikey. Good, not as good as if it were Frankie but good none-the-less.
’34 Baslow Cresent, Wokingham, RG40 1PG. Why the fuck do you need his address so urgently and why did you need his number yesterday? What is going on with you two?x’
I really don’t have time to thank Mikey. I jump up and quickly type
‘Thanks, Mikey. I owe you one. Gee. x’
before I jump up.
“Gee, what the fuck are you doing? Where are you going?” Bob calls as I run out of his room.
“To Franks, he is three fucking doors down!” I call as I run to Frank’s house.
I knock on his door for about two minutes and he doesn’t answer so I call him. That is when I hear ‘what’s my age again’ come from the other side of the door. I know that blink is Frank’s favourite band so it must be his ring tone… problem is that I can hear that he is close to the door but I can’t see him… what the fuck? I peer in through the letter box and see an unconscious Frank lying at the bottom of the stairs with blood around where his hip lies on the floor. FUCK!
I don’t even hesitate before I smash my fist through the closest window and climb through, ignoring the pain in my hand because Frank needs me. “Frankie!” I scream and see his eyes flutter over to me. I open my door to let in the ambulance which I’m going to have to call before I kneel beside Frank and scoop him up into my arms. “Baby, what happened?” I ask, knowing that he isn’t in any state to answer but hoping that he can at least hear me. “Baby, I’m going to call you an ambulance, okay? Just stay with me until it arrives. Can you do that, Franks?” I whisper as tears begin welling up in my eyes. I stroke his beautiful but swollen face and notice that his right cheek is now bruised like his left, what the fuck? It wasn’t like that yesterday! The realisation that someone else has hurt my Frankie hits me and the tears start cascading down my cheeks onto Frankie’s. “Please hang in there because I need you, my beautiful little Fairy. I love you. I love you so fucking much Frankie and I need you! Don’t leave me, baby, please don’t you ever leave me! I’m so sorry that I hurt you so bad, baby. I’ll never do it again. I’ll never let anyone hurt you again!” I cry to him but notice that he is unconscious by the time that I finish what I was saying. SHIT! That is NOT good!
I grab my phone and dial ‘999’, asking for an ambulance, giving them the address to Frank’s house, and telling them that he fell down the stairs as I suspect he must of by the way he was lying right by the stair case. I just sit there cradling Frankie in my arms. My fairy can’t die, he just can’t. The ambulance arrive in like three minutes and the paramedics take him from me and put him on the gurney, wheeling him into the ambulance, and I climb straight in – sitting in the in-built chair by his head – and grab a hold of one of his smooth hands as he lies there unconscious. And as I sit there terrified for his life I realise that what I said is true.
I really do love Frank Iero, with all of my heart, and I can’t lose him.

Notes

AHH!
You all thought that I was going to make Gee mean again, admit it!
Anyway, that was the first of Gee's point of view and as it hasn't answered all questions chapter 11 will also be in Gerard's point of view as well but then it'll go back to Frank as the story is just more about him. Of course I will still include Gee's POV but it will mainly be in Frankie's POV because yeah, I already said.
But yeah, I hope that you guys hate Gee a little less now because I know that I do.
Also this chapter is like 400 words longer than normal because I just love spoiling you guys! (;
Yeah umm, I'll add Gee's second POV chapter later on today.
Thankies for reading, my lovelies!!!! :3
Charley <3