*FRANK'S POV


My mouth fell open and my eyes lingered on the door in front of me before slowly turning to the feminine voice who called my name. Frank. That is my name, right? Yes, it's Frank. But how did the voice know?


I was suddenly struck with terror when my gaze fell upon the perpetrator. Her wavy dirty blonde hair and uncaring, sharp hazel eyes. The small smug smile played out across her lips. One hand was wrapped across her narrow waist, the other playing with her bottom lip lazily. Beautiful bleached wings sat perfectly aline on her tiny back, and glowing clothes hung from her fair skin.


She smiled smugly at my terrified response and leaned up against the nearest wall. She then picked at her nails nonchalantly, acting as if not to care. Looking back up at me with innocent eyes, she blink slowly.


"Long time no see, huh?" The words casually played from her lips and I had a sudden urge to shove them back in the pretty little mouth they left.


"What do you want? Why are you here?" I snapped at her, my fear replaced with anger and humility. She pretended to be hurt, covering that obnoxious mouth with a delicate hand.


"You're not glad to see me?" Her voice rose a couple of octaves, making her sound even more annoying if that's even possible. I narrowed my eyes and gave her a death glare.


"Quit fooling around like a whiny child and answer my question." I sneered at her in disgust. I had every right to be rude though. She simply smirked and went back to picking her nails, taking her precious time before replying.


"I'd just thought I'd come to Earth and see how my best friend is dealing with exile, is that not reason enough?" She stuck out her bottom lip and I almost wanted to gag. She looked nothing like Gerard when he did that. Gerard looked like an adorable puppy, she looked like a snobby bitch.


"You and me both know that's not the case, so what's the real reason?" I hissed with venom laced through my words.


"Just as charming as ever I see, huh?" She rolled her eyes. "I'm here because I need to tell you something very important, follow me if you'd like to know," She shrugged her shoulders, "Or don't, doesn't make any difference to me." I contemplated this for a few seconds, hesitating whether or not this is a trap so they can lure me away from my Gerard. I don't want to leave him alone, but I feel like I needed to hear what this "angel" came to me to say. Before I could make up my mind, she was already walking away. That's when my feet unwillingly followed after her, around the corner, and towards her light.

*GERARD'S POV


My fingers typed furiously on my laptop's keyboard. I needed to find out what nightclub Frankie was talking about, I bet he's there. Wait.. Did I just call him Frankie? I stopped typing and cupped my head in my hands and groaned. So hopeless Gerard, so hopeless.


The search popped up and I bit my lip in anxiety as it slowly loaded. I scrolled down the page and found that there were two nightclubs in my rather large city. I sighed and scrunched my nose, deciding to drive to the closer one. Why was I even doing this? He's probably not even there. I should just wait some more. But waiting has been all I've done lately, and it's been way too long. He's not coming back, I need to find him.


Maybe he is at a night club. Maybe he is, right now as I ponder crude possibilities, dancing with a hooker. What if he likes her more than me? Wait. I'm making shit up, I'm pretty sure that's not the case. I don't think he likes me at all, but I don't think he would do that. He isn't even visible without me, right? How would he even get to a nightclub.. He doesn't have a car. Can he teleport? Probably. I mean he healed my arm, so he can probably teleport.


My mind danced with endless possibilities as I drove to the dreaded night club. I really did not want to go, but the thought of Frank pushed me to. I like him so much. Stronger than like, I know that. Is it love? Do I really love Frank? What is love? Is it that urge to say anything to make them smile, and when they do you get butterflies? Is it that longing feeling you get when they're away? When you'd do anything to feel their ghostly lips over your own?


What am I even thinking, am I thinking at all? I'm convincing myself of my love for Frank, while he cannot stand me and would rather do anything than be with me. He doesn't feel the same way, he's rejected me to many times. He's so close to me, yet so distant and far. I can never, ever have him even though I already do. And he's the only one I've ever truly wanted in my life.


When I reached the repugnant building, I killed my car and anxiously hopped out. I quickly strode over to the door and hesitated before opening it. Did I really want to do this? Yes. I need to know if Frank's here or not, even if he hates me for eternity for showing up and ruining his fun.


The small place reeked with the stench of alcohol and body sweat. It was revolting. People were clumped together in giant swarms, dancing their lives away to the loud beat of the music. I avoided the groups and desperately searched for the boy who had stolen my heart over the past few days. The boy who didn't feel the same, while I was ready to give up my life for him. The boy who was dead, whilst I was alive. He doesn't know, but he is more alive in spirit than i could ever dream of being. He is too good for me. I would taint his innocence.


I didn't see sign of him, and I sighed in both relief and worry. At least he wasn't here, but I still didn't know where he is. Exhausted from pushing past filthy couples - I wouldn't admit but I was quite jealous of what they had and I didn't - I found bar stools nearly desolate that I rested on.


My attention then was absorbed by a young couple whom were slow dancing hand in hand. A look of hope - of love? - gleamed in the man's eyes as he looked down at the girl. They were completely consumed in each other's company, they forgot about everyone else in the room because the only thing that mattered to them was eachother. The girl leaned into the man for a passionate kiss and I quickly adjusted my sight back to the floor, bitterness creeping in my heart. I wish Frank looked at me with that burning intensity, that look of purified love. The way I looked at him.


"Can I get you anything, sir?" A small feminine voice asked. I fiddled with my fingers and kept my eyes on the ground.


"Happiness." I casually replied and that made her burst into a fit of laughter. If only she knew how serious I was. When the laugh faltered down to smaller giggles, I looked up at her. I gasped and she did the same. Shit, just my luck.


"Hey, you're that hot guy I gave my number to a couple of days ago right?" She put a hand on her chin, "But I don't recall your name. I don't even think you told me your name. You were kind of being an ass." What the hell? Was this even the same girl? I refused to believe it. This was not the girl that blushed furiously every time I made a tiny amount of eye contact. She's not here, this isn't her. This girl is confident and looks like she doesn't shit from anybody. She had the audacity to call me an ass, but days ago had herself hopelessly thrown at me?


"Marley, right?" I asked in amazement and sure enough, she nodded. Before either of us had the chance to talk, an older man stumbled to the bar a couple of chairs away from me, and she quickly attended to him.


"So what's got you down in the dumps?" She asked casually when she had satisfied the older man with a drink.


"It's nothing.." I lie. More to myself than to her. She raised a questioning eyebrow.


"No, it's something. Tell me, maybe I'll be able to help." She reasoned but I doubt she really cared. I contemplated whether to tell her or not, if it was worth my time. Ah, fuck it. Why not?


"Have you ever really, really liked someone just to have them not feel the same and reject you over and over again? Like, they're your whole word but you're nothing to them?" She quietly listened and nodded her head slowly along with my words. Tapping her long fingernails against the wood of the table, she gave a small yawn and muttered a muffled "sorry."


"Are you sure - positive - that she doesn't feel the same way? Has she ever told you?" I chuckled at her use of a feminine pronoun and how she immediately assumed that it was a women. I told her he was a boy, not a girl, and she quickly apologized, embarrassed. I took her question into thought before replying. He's never told me he doesn't like me, heck he kissed me a few times.


"No - but I can just tell. He has no idea how much I like him." Actually he probably does. And it probably creeps him out. Maybe that's why he left.


"Have you ever thought - Maybe you should tell him?" She said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and maybe it was. But not for me. I couldn't risk losing him. But maybe I already have.


"I don't know," I answered honestly, "seems kind of risky." I anxiously bit my lip. She sighed and straightened up, no longer resting on the table.


"Well if you won't stop being a pussy and continue not to tell him, then he might not ever know, and you'll just be hurting yourself in the process." She turned around to tend to her impatient customers, groaning about how hard their lives are. I rolled my eyes and stood up from the stool, deciding I had no other reason to be in this filthy place. As I took a few steps away, I heard Marley call out to me, and I turned around.


"What's your name?" She asked. I hesitated.


"Micheal." I replied with a fake smile. Fuck no, I wasn't giving her my real name. She was slightly less annoying today and I could actually stand to be around her without wanting to vomit, but I just don't trust people. It's only a name, I know, but names hold a lot of power.


"See ya, Micheal." She lazily waved and I nodded in acknowledgment. She isn't so bad, I guess.


-


I parked my car in the front of my ominous apartment building. My fingers were involuntarily popping themselves, a nervous habit. Chewing on my lip, my sweaty palms opened the entrance and I hurried up a few flights of stairs before reaching my dreaded door. This is it, time to see if my Frankie is back. How badly I longed for him to be. He had to be, or I don't know what I'd do with myself. Please, I silently prayed as I twisted the door handle and opened the door.


And sure enough, there stood a terrified looking Frank in the middle of my livingroom. Relief washed over his face as his eyes processed who I was. In a matter of seconds I had him in my arms, my sweet Frankie hugging on for dear life. I was startled for a moment, caught off guard because I had never been this affectionate with anyone before in my life, but eventually I hugged back, placing my chin on his head. I savored every moment of the long embrace, from his sweet vanilla scent to the way his arms would curl perfectly around me.


This was perfect. We were perfect. I smiled. And nothing will ever get in our way.

Notes

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