See The Rust Through Your Playground Eyes

I got out of the tub a few minutes later, Frankie was still in there, he had refilled it and was playing with a yellow ruber duck -classic-, extremely cute. I had gone up to my room to get dressed, nearly getting phneomonia when the cold aire hit me the second I stepped out of Frankie's warm room; I was only wearing a pair of jean. And then having about two billion heart attack's when I saw Lori coming up the stairs.

"Good morning, Gerard." She murmured, looking me up with a weird look on her face; part disgusted, part something else. Also, did she just call me by my first name?

"Good morning, Lori." I answered, wanting to get the hell out of here and back up to my room. It was awkward enough to see her, being just in a pair of jeans made it even worse.

"How was the art gallery?" She asked. I was thinking of just going back in to Frankie's room, she was blocking my way to the stairs, and it looked like she didn't plan on moving.

"Excelent." I murmured. I should just go back in to Frankie's room and never come out ever again. Or maybe I should take Frankie's advice and fire her, it would make things easier.
She started towards me, her eyes flickered to my neck, and it hit me like punch in the face. I probably looked like a leopard.

"I can only imagine." Did she seriously just say that?

"What?" I blubbered, indignified. How dare she judge what I do?

"Is that a heart?" She asked, frowning and touching a spot of my neck.

"What?" I repeated, looking down and obviously not seeing anything.

"Yes," she dragged her finger over my neck and part of my collarbone and, excuse her, back off. "right there."

"I don't-" She cut me off.

"Let me help." She pulled a small mirror out of her apron and held it up for me to see. Dear god.
I took the small mirror from her hand, holding it up closer to me and staring at the trail of hickeys that formed a heart on my neck. How'd he do that?

"Uhm." I said, very inteligently -what do you even say in a stituacion like this?-, then tried to cover the marks with my hand.

"Looks like Frank's a biter." She smirked, resting her hand on my shoulder.

I narowed my eyes at her, how dare she speak like that about my Frankie?

"I don't pay you to comment on my life." I snapped.

She visibly faltered, but recovered a second later. "No, you don't. That was for free." She smirked again.

The door to Frankie's bedroom opened then, revealing an anoyed looking angel. He was wearing tight dark jeans, a red collar shirt and red converse. His hair looked silky and shiny and his kin looked soft and clean and all of him looked just angelic. I was more than happy to see him, my heart doing acrobatics in my chest at the sight. He didn't seem as happy, though. His mood changed from mildly annoyed to apoplectic in a terrifingly short period of time. He stared at Lori for a second, looking like he might punch her, than he turned to me, a hurt -betrayed- look in his beautiful eyes. He turned around, slamning the door shut behind him, not giving me time to even speak.

I stared at the door for about two seconds, trying to fully comprehend why he had gotten upset. Then I turned to Lori, who had a satisfied smirk across her blood red lips. My brain took a couple seconds to realize he probably thought Lori and I were doing something inapropriate. I quickly pushed her hand off my shoulder and went to open Frankie's bedroom door, finding that it was locked. I knocked on the door lightly, not exactly sure that he heard me.

"Frankie?" I murmured, laing my hand flat against the cold door.

"G-go a-away." He answered calmly. 'Calm' was not exactly the tone I was expecting.
"Frankie, hun, open the door, yes?"

"I t-told y-you to g-go a-away." He said, he sounded closer.

"Hun, I-" I was cut off by the sound of something hiting the door and shattering.

"I s-said g-go a-away!" He yelled.

"Frankie, please, let me in." I fiddled with the knob again, desperately wanting him to open the door. What if he hurt himself? What if he eccidently cut himself on the glass? Or he tripped and couldn't get up?

"He shouldn't beg to some one like him." Lori murmured.

I turned to her, furious at what she had said. Who the hell does she think she is talking about my Frankie that way?

"This is none of your bussines and I advise you to keep to yourself unless you want to lose your job. If you dare speak one more word about my Frankie I will have you skinned." I spat through clenched teeth. I might have overdone myself, just a little. But, not really. She needs to know where she stands and understand that Frankie is much more valuable than what she could ever dream of being.

She didn't say anything, just turned on her heel and left to go downstairs. I knocked on the door again, louder this time.

"Frankie, please? Open the door, hun." I asked, feeeling more worried by the second, it was strangely quite on Frankie's side of the door. This continued for a couple minutes, Frankie in absolute silence while I knocked on the door and asked him to let me in, after a while I slid down to sit with my back against the door and stopped knocking, only continuing to ask him to open up.

"...i-is she g-gone?" Came his soft voice a few minutes later. He sounded indignified, his voice tight, containing emotions he didn't want me to hear.

"Yes." I answered, standing up and resting my forehead against the door.

I heard shuffling, then the click of the doors lock. I pushed away from the door, standing up straight. He oppened the door, he still looked angry, which was incredibly atractive. Apocalipticaly beautiful. His eyes were a tiny bit red, he had hs fist clenched and he was frowning- no, glaring- at me. And this time it actually did look menacing. He crossed his arms over his chest, staring me down. For someone so small and harmless he could look very dangerous, which -I won't lie- looks incredibly sexy on him.

"Can I come in?" I asked quietly, stuffing my hands in my pockets.

"W-what? D-don't w-wanna be w-with Lori 'n-nymore?" He snapped.

"I..." I fiddled with my hair absinmindedly. Why was I so nervous? I didn't really do anything wrong. It was Lori's fault. And, in reality, it wasn't like he walked in on us making out. She touched my shoulder, that was it. Why was he making such a big fuss about it? And why was I acting like it was a big deal? I'm acting so guilty and I didn't even do anything. "It wasn't my fault." I blurted, blatantly and just aweful-sounding.

Frankie's glare intensified, he looked like he was about to shut the door again. I looked around the room, as if something could have changed in the couple minutes I was out, there wasn't any glass on the floor, but a lamp was missing, Frankie must have cleaned it all up, leaving no evidence of his little out-break.

Frankie huffed defetedly, uncrossing his arms and flopping down on the bed, staring disapointedly down at his lap.

"I, uh- well. Whatever you think happened...didn't." I stauttered.

"L-liar." He spat imediatelty.

"Frankie, please. Don't be like this. Tell me why you're so upset, yes?"

His head snapped up, looking at me with disbelief. "W-why d-do y-you l-like h-her?"

I walked in to the room, closing the door behind me and braced myself for the argument that was bound to take place.

"I don not like her, Frankie. I don't like anyone but you." I stood near the door, getting the feeling he wouldn't exactly apreciate me hugging him at the moment.

"T-then w-why'd y-you?"

"Why did I, what? Frankie, hun," I walked towards him, kneeling in front of him, he didn't look at me. "nothing happened."

"B-but it c-could." He murmured. He looked at me then, he didn't look angry anymore, he looked hurt, he looked insecure. He looked so young and fragile and betrayed, it broke my heart to see him like this. If this is his reaction to something so inoccent and unmeaningful, how whould he react if I ever do do something -terribly stupid- like cheat on him?

"No, Frankie. It couldn't have...I love you, too much to even think of doing something like that."

"B-but w-what a-about h-her?" He loooked away from me again.

"What

"S-she l-likes y-you, a-and s-she's r-really p-pretty. W-why w-wouldn't you l-like h-her?" He looked down at his hands, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

Lori wasn't an ugly girl, no. But she was under no means compareable to Frankie, nobody was. Lori had brown hair, too. But her's was just that. Brown hair. Not silky strands of chocolate like Frankie. She had dull blue eyes. Frankie had vibrant, exotic, unique hazel-green eyes. She was short but in an unatractive way. In the way she had to constantly use ridiculously high high-heels, Frankie didn't have to, his shortness only added to the extremely long list of things that made him beautiful.

"Because I have you." I answered, taking his hand in mine, wanting to convey some of my love to him in some other way than just words. "Because I love you, just you. Why would I ever want somebody else, if I have you? The one person that I love. I would never even consider hurting you like that, hun. I love you, very, very much. And, to me, nobody could ever compare to you." He turned to me again, looking slightly uncertain but hopeful.

"I l-love y-you, t-too." He murmured.

"Trust me on this Frankie," I reached up and brushed a trand of silky hair behind his ear. "Trust me, I would never hurt you like that."

He frowned a little, looking at anything but me. "I t-trust y-you, n-not h-her."

I sighed. "What do you want me to do?"

He looked at me again, but didn't say anything.

"Frankie, tell me? I want you to feel perfectly comfortable, tell me what you need to be happy."

"N-nothing. F-forget it." He muttered a few seconds later, sounding rather sad.

I stared at him helplessly. "Please, don't do this, hun. Don't be like this." I reached my hand up to touch his cheek but he turned away. I stared at him for a couple seconds, he didn't turn to me.

"L-let's j-just g-go, o-okay?" Frankie said a few seconds later.

"I don't want you to be upset-"

"I-I'm n-not." He answered.

"You very obviously are, Frankie." I said slowly, I didn't want him to get even more upset.

"I-I'm n-not! I-if y-you d-don't w-wanna go t-then s-say s-so! J-just l-leave me a-alone!" He snapped at me.

I stood up and sat down next to him. Trying to not take it too personaly when he scooted away from me, he was just upset. "I won't leave you. You're upset, I want to help."

Frankie glared at me for a second, when I didn't move he did. He got off the bed and left the room slamning the door shut behind him afterwards. Leaving me siting there with a mouth full of reasuring words I should have said.

Notes

HI ._.
I hope you guys like this chapter!!! Uhm, comment and rate and subscribe, yeah?Oh, and like, really, you guys should talk to me. I'm a very, very, very boring person adn I need people to talk with LOL Paty Alatorre Iero <---------- DON'T BE MEAN AND FUCKING TALK TO ME

That is all :)

Oh, wait, uhm, the hickey heart thing was Search and destroy's idea.
It's supposed to look like this kinda except like, lighter LOL