See The Rust Through Your Playground Eyes

I was just about ready to explode with anger. How dare this idiot hit on my Frankie?!

He reached over to Frankie, almost touching a strand of his silky chocolate brown hair, I've never considered myself the jealous type but right now I was just about ready to rip off his hand and growl 'mine'. I grabbed his hand by the wrist before he could touch my beautiful angel.

Gabriel stared at me as I had gone crazy. I glared at him, how dare he?! Frankie is mine, he's crazier than what I thought if he thinks I'll let him touch my Frankie. We stood like that for a couple seconds, he looked shocked while I probably looked very angry. he backed away, trying to pull his hand free from my death grip. I tightened my grip around his wrist.

"Gosh, Gee, I'm not going to bite him," He turned to Frankie, who was staring at us with a very confused expression on his beautiful face. "Unless he wants me to." He smirked.

"Don't. Touch. Him." I spat through clenched teeth.

I don't care what I said before about not telling anyone, if this idiot doesn't back the hell off I will make him regret the moment he laied eyes on my Frankie.

"Gee-rawrd, s-stop it." Frankie's soft voice soothed my boiling rage, he placed his small hand on my shoulder in a feeble attempt to turn me away from Gabriel, which was currently looking as confused as can be.

I let go of Gabriel and took Frankie's hand, pushing past him and leading Frankie up to the third floor. This room was nearly empty, it was dedicated to abstract art pieces that weren't nearly as attractive as the paintings or sculptures. I maneuvered us around the few people and finally made it to the balcony. I pushed open the tall glass doors and stepped outside, the cool night breeze hitting my face like a wave of calmness washing over me. I let go of Frankie's hand, instantly regretting it when I realized how cold it felt without him. I tried to ignore that, instead focusing on the way the city glowed in the dark.

"Y-you o-okay?" Frankie asked softly a few seconds later.

I turned to him and just looked at him for a second. How is it possible for someone to be so beautiful? How can someone have such bright eyes? Such soft skin? Such perfect features?
"I'm fine." I answered, my tone tighter than what I had intended.

He scared the ever-living out of me when he jumped up on the wall, right next to me. It's dangerous he could have fallen, I'd die without him.

"I d-didn't l-like y-your f-friend." He mumbled.

"He is not my friend and I don't like him either." I placed my hand over his, running my thumb over his knuckles.

"T-that d-drawing of me w-was r-really n-nice...b-but I'm n-not t-that p-pretty." He looked down at his shoes.

"Don't say that." I cupped his cheek, tilting his head so he was looking at me. "You are perfect. Everything about you is beautiful; your eyes, your smile, your nose, your hair, the list goes on and on. Don't ever doubt yourself. If there's anybody truely beautiful in the world, it is you."
Frankie had tears in his beatiful hazel eyes. "Love y-you." He whispered.

I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "I love you, too, Frankie." I murrmured when I pulled away.

He hopped off the wall, wrapping his arms around my neck, I held him close to me, wanting the hug to last as long as possible. He pulled away after a few minutes though, then he turned to look at the city lights. It was a nice veiw, although I wasn't looking at the city, I was busy admiring Frankie. He turned to look at me I felt awkward, having realized I was staring at him all this time, I couldn't help it, he was just so beautiful.

"W-what?" He asked, looking shy all of a sudden.

"Nothing, I just- you look angelic." I blurted.

He blushed a deep red and smiled at his shoes, his hair falling in front of his face. We were quiet for a few minutes, Frankie willing his blush away and I thinking about what to do about my sudden bursts of romanticism.

W-why'd y-you be m-mean w-with y-your f-friend?" Frankie asked quietly, his blush was completely gone from his face.

I was quiet for a second. What was I supposed to say? 'I got really jealous when I thought he would touch you, but it isn't a big deal, right? I mean, I didn't kill him.' sounded pretty bad.
"Gee-rawrd?" Frankie's soft voice reminded me I hadn't answer.

"It was nothing, he was just saying things he wasn't supposed to." Okay, that's one way of putting it. Another way would be; 'I discovered I'm the super jealous type and felt the need to remind him to not touch you.', but I doubt he would want to hear that.

He took a step towards me. "W-what s-stuff? I d-didn't h-hear b-bad s-stuff." He placed his hand on the nape of my neck, looking in to my eyes.

"Just...bad things." I muttered.

I didn't know where this conversation was going, and I was confused as hell now, the sideways half smile playing across his perfect lips only confused me more.

"W-where y-you j-jealous?" He asked quietly.

I felt a blush spread across my cheeks. I guess I was very obvious. "I, uh- no. I mean...yes." I stuttered.

Notes

So this ones really short :/ Any way, I hope you don'rt hate it! The next one will be up soon (this is the last one I've got :/) But the next one's almost doe so it'll be up really soon :)

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