The World Is Ugly But You're Beautiful To Me

Sarah's POV

The car keeps bumping side to side. Stupid fucking road. I sigh and focus back on the street as Iron Maiden is blasting on the stereo. Frank hums along.

"Sorry about the bumpy road," I say and glance at him he gets lift up from his seat and bangs his head on the ceiling when we speed over a large bump.

"Fuckin road," he mumbles. "It's fine," he shoots me a a warm sympathetic smile. "Where did you learn how to drive?!?" He yells and laughs.

"Haha very funny," I say sarcastically and stick out my tongue to him. "Bitch" I say teasingly as he pinches my shoulder lightly.

"Whore," he says back and we both laugh. We finally reach my town house. I pull into the driveway and leap out of the car. frank follows. The guys pull up their van next to my car and they get out too. I dig in my purse to get the keys.
"Here we are," I whisper to myself when I find my keys.
I carefully unlock my door and open it. The guys come barging in yelling. They all explore and jump around my little house.
"I love it here!"
"So cool!"
"We should like live here with you!!"
"Do you have coffee?!"
All the guys ask and yell all of this.
"Guys calm down," I say calmly. They stil continue to yell and shout and jump around. "I SAID CALM DOWN!!" They all become silent. "Okay I'm going to get my stuff together you guys just make yourself at home. Just don't break anything I won't be long. " I scurry over to my room and grab a random backpack and start stuffing clothes inside. I walk to my bathroom and collect a couple of toiletries and dump them in my bag. I thow my bag over my shoulders and walk out.

"K guys I'm ready," they are all hunched over something and it looks like my- MY SKETCHBOOK!!! I quickly snatch the book away from them. They all start giggling.

"Oh how I love to just see your face," Frank recites one of my poems and then makes a kissing face.

"S-stop it's not what you think!" I say a little too loud. The poem wasn't a love one it was one to my dad when he left me when I w as six. I feel a tear trickle down my cheek. At least they didn't read any poems about me cutting...

"Dude stop you're making her cry," Gerard says slapping his arm.

"N-no it's fine I'm better let's just go," I say and regain my posture and head out the door.

"Can I ride with you?" Gerard asks sheepishly.

"Sure," I mutter.

"Okay cool Mikes you can drive try not to kill anybody," Gerard says and throws the keys at Mikey. The rest of the guys pile in the van with Mikey and Gerard and I hop into my car.

After we close both of our doors Gerard begins to speak. "Sorry about Frank he can be a douche. We didnt mean to pry. We just wanted to see your sketches. Well at least I did and the guys joined me to see too," he takes a deep sigh and continues. I start the car and follow the van to the guy's apartment. "I saw some poems. And well why do you do it. You know... Um cut?" I nearly slam the brakes.

"Look Gerard it's just that well... I sometimes get depressed and that poem you guys read was about my dad and how he left me when I was six," he chokes up on his words.

"I understand. Is just that you're worth it and I want you to know that. And no matter why happens... I'm always here along with the rest of the guys..."

"Gee?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you," I say and focus back on the road.

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