So Long And Goodnight
Keep Talking
~Gerard POV~
Frank and I sat in his living room, having just gotten back from the hospital. I messed with the bandages on my wrists--which I was not allowed to take off until I go back to the hospital in a couple weeks to get the stitches removed--while Frank rested his head on my legs, texting Jamia.
"Hey Gee, just a heads up, Jamia's coming over. She thinks that I'm just fucking around with her. Stupid bitch doesn't get it." Frankie said that last part mostly to himself, and I rolled my eyes, kissing the top of his head.
"Girls are so stupid." I replied to him. He nodded quickly, obviously agreeing with me. I smiled softly, "I wish that she would just get the hint and leave you alone."
"Agreed." Frank said softly, yawning, "I wish she would leave me alone so I can sleep. Do you know how hard it is to sleep with her around? She's constantly trying to get me to sleep with her, and I don't fucking want to tap that. And if I don't, she throws a fit like a fucking three-year-old." He spat. It seemed like even the thought of her pissed him off. How had he put up with her so long?
Personally, I would never be able to do that. I would probably lose my fucking mind if I even tried to. I could never be with someone I didn't love. Hell, if I had to do that, I would have tried to end my life long before I did. And I would have made sure that I succeeded.
Thinking about that, I gained a strong admiration for Frank. He was able to put up with hours of a girl's bullshit. And better yet, he had to put up with her on her period. That must have been hell.
Not that I knew that, though. I never really was around girls very often, so I never had to put up with them. And I was DEFINITELY glad about that.
"So, when is Satan herself supposed to get here?" I asked the small boy, looking down at him. He shrugged, "That's not a good answer Frankie."
"I don't know. I never know when she's going to show up. She's so predicable. I hate it. I hate her." Frankie complained, pouting, which only made him look even more adorable than he already was. I kissed his forehead, his cheek, and then his lips. He almost instantly kissed me back, running his fingers through my hair. Our kiss didn't last for long, as Jamia had barged into the house...
Frank and I sat in his living room, having just gotten back from the hospital. I messed with the bandages on my wrists--which I was not allowed to take off until I go back to the hospital in a couple weeks to get the stitches removed--while Frank rested his head on my legs, texting Jamia.
"Hey Gee, just a heads up, Jamia's coming over. She thinks that I'm just fucking around with her. Stupid bitch doesn't get it." Frankie said that last part mostly to himself, and I rolled my eyes, kissing the top of his head.
"Girls are so stupid." I replied to him. He nodded quickly, obviously agreeing with me. I smiled softly, "I wish that she would just get the hint and leave you alone."
"Agreed." Frank said softly, yawning, "I wish she would leave me alone so I can sleep. Do you know how hard it is to sleep with her around? She's constantly trying to get me to sleep with her, and I don't fucking want to tap that. And if I don't, she throws a fit like a fucking three-year-old." He spat. It seemed like even the thought of her pissed him off. How had he put up with her so long?
Personally, I would never be able to do that. I would probably lose my fucking mind if I even tried to. I could never be with someone I didn't love. Hell, if I had to do that, I would have tried to end my life long before I did. And I would have made sure that I succeeded.
Thinking about that, I gained a strong admiration for Frank. He was able to put up with hours of a girl's bullshit. And better yet, he had to put up with her on her period. That must have been hell.
Not that I knew that, though. I never really was around girls very often, so I never had to put up with them. And I was DEFINITELY glad about that.
"So, when is Satan herself supposed to get here?" I asked the small boy, looking down at him. He shrugged, "That's not a good answer Frankie."
"I don't know. I never know when she's going to show up. She's so predicable. I hate it. I hate her." Frankie complained, pouting, which only made him look even more adorable than he already was. I kissed his forehead, his cheek, and then his lips. He almost instantly kissed me back, running his fingers through my hair. Our kiss didn't last for long, as Jamia had barged into the house...
Notes
Hey guyyyysssss, IM BACK!!
And sorry(not sorry) for the cliffhanger and short chapter.
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7/24/14