Let me be the one to save you.

***Frank's pov***
I woke up from sounds in the room next to mine. Michelle was having a nightmare again and she was talking in her sleep. This is the 3th night she's staying at my place, and also the 3th night in that she's having a nightmare. I was really tired but I got out of bed and walked to the guest's room, where Michelle was staying. When I walked in, I didn't really know what to do, but when I heard her desperately say things like “stop it!” and “go away!” and heard she was almost crying, I quickly walked over to her and kneeled down next to her bed.
I tried to wake her up, but she didn't and she only seemed to get more upset because of it. I hesitated for a moment. Should I just go back to my room? It might be weird to stay here. But I can't just leave her like this.
I sat down at her bed and stroked her back. “Ssh. It's gonna be okay.” I whispered. She was still asleep but she started to calm down a little, so I continued doing it. I wanted to hold her or something, make her bad dreams go away, but I knew it would just be weird. Suddenly I heard her say something again. What the fuck. I think it sounded like my name. But I probably just imagined it. Because I'm kinda hopeless.
I looked down at Michelle. She looked cute when she was asleep. That was, when she wasn't talking or screaming in her sleep. I moved a purple strand of her hair out of her face. She suddenly opened her eyes. I'm pretty sure my cheeks probably got the colour of a fire truck but luckily it was too dark for her to see. At least, that's what I hope.
Michelle gave me a really confused look. I smiled at her, even though she probably couldn't see that. “You were having a nightmare.. I was trying to calm you down and stuff..” She seemed to remember it again. “Yeah, I was.. Ehm, did I talk in my sleep?” “Well, yeah.” This time I wasn't so happy with the dark. I would've liked to see her facial expression. I know Michelle, if she did say my name, she would probably look very awkward right now, and she would be blushing. “You've been having nightmares every night since you're staying here, you know?” I said quietly. “It's not a big deal, Frank. Don't worry about it.” “Why won't you go to the police? Wouldn't you feel way more comfortable if you know that you won't ever have to see Jason again?” She sighed. “Frank, he didn't really do anything that's bad enough to go to the police with it. It wouldn't solve anything. Besides, my mom would probably kill her if I reported her boyfriend at the police.” I stood up. “Goodnight, Michelle.” “Thank you for everything.” she whispered before I walked out and closed the door behind me.
I hate seeing Michelle like that, and not being able to do anything about it. It makes me feel so helpless. I don't want her to be afraid or feel unsafe. Shit, I really have to talk to Gerard soon. He has to help me with this whole 'love' thing. This is completely new to me. I have never cared for a girl like this before. Sure, I had dated girls and made out with even more, but I'm different around me. Nobody can make me feel the way she can. She's the only one that has ever made me feel these butterflies. She has a great influence on me and I want to have that on her too. I have to tell her how I feel soon, otherwise I'm going to explode.

***Next morning***
It was saturday morning and I woke up when Michelle threw a pillow in my face. I opened my eyes. “What the fuck, Michelle..” I said tiredly. She pulled me out of my bed, making me fall on the floor. “Make breakfast for us you lazy shit.” She said teasing. I picked up the pillow she had thrown at me and hit her with it. She ran to the guest's room and got another pillow, and we started a huge pillow fight.
I was clearly winning this fight, since Michelle was now laying on the floor. She had fallen down and I was laughing my ass off about it. I moved to her and helped her up. I stood close to her and said: “Don't ever start a pillow fight with me. I'm the king.” “Dude, brush your teeth. And then make me breakfast.” I laughed and walked downstairs, to the kitchen, to get us breakfast.
I got 2 bowls of cereal and we ate it at the table. After a while, Michelle looked up at me and asked hesitatingly: “Frank, you never really told me why I never see your dad around here..” I shrugged. “My parents are divorced. My dad's a musician, he's great. But I don't see him often.” She gave me a symphatetic look. “That really sucks..” “Yeah, but I don't mind being alone with my mom, she's the best.” Michelle changed the topic again and we finished our breakfast.
When we both had showered and had dressed ourselves, Michelle's phone started buzzing. After a while she said. “Frank, I think I'm going to Jaimy today. I'm thinking about telling her everything. I feel kinda bad about not telling her anything. Soon or late she'll find out I'm staying with you anyway.” “Yeah, it would probably make things a lot easier for you.” “Alright then I'm going now okay?” “Have fun! And tell Jaimy I said hi.” Michelle put on her black converse and leather jacket, said goodbye and left.
I stayed at home, trying to come up with a way to tell Michelle how I feel. I kinda want to do something special for her. She's been gone through quite a lot of shit lately and I want her to feel special. After a lot of thinking I finally came up with an idea, a pretty lame one. But girls are suckers for this kinda stuff. I called Gerard and asked him to come over, I'm going to need his help with this.
Next week is valentine's day. Yeah, what a coincidence. My plan is to write a song for her. I'm going to write down the lyrics on a note, and put that in her locker. Without my name underneath it though. I'll just let her guess from who it was for a while. And later I'll sing her the song and hopefully she'll recognize the lyrics. I know it's really cheesy and stupid, and normally I'm most definitely not like this.. But I think she'll like it. I just hope that I'm not going to put all this effort into this, only to find out that she doesn't even like me.
Gerard is really good at writings so that's why I called him. Last year, his grandmother, Helena, past away and he had written a song for her. Gerard, Mikey, Ray and me often have jam sessions together and just make music, and we had played Gerard's song too. It was actually really good. Gerard can definitely help me write a good song for Michelle.

An hour later, the bell rang, and I let Gerard in. I didn't even bother asking him if he wanted to drink something because he was already walking to the fridge and getting himself a drink. After that he sat down at the couch next to me. “So what do you need my help for?” he asked. “I, uhm. I think I'm kinda, y'know I-” “Frank! Just say it!” Gerard said impatiently. “I think I'm in love with Michelle.” Gerard laughed. “You? In love? Are you sure, Frank?” I gave him a frustrated look. “I'm fucking serious dude! I have never felt this way before.” Gerard looked me in the eyes for a few seconds. “Oh, you're really serious. Well then, great dude! Michelle is great. Since when?” I told him that Michelle was staying with me because she was having problems at home. I didn't tell him about the thing that happened with Jason though. I explained him that I couldn't just tell him everything without her permission and he understood. He smiled a little. “Wow, this all kinda sounds like some really bad movie you know.” I laughed. “I know, and I've got a plan to make it look like a bad movie even more. That's what I need your help for.” I told him my plan and he agreed to helping me with it.

Notes

Update time!
Okay, so first of all: I'm sorry that my chapters are kinda short, but I prefer writing shorter chapters than really long ones because I think that they always turn out better when I keep them short.
Secondly: I think I'm going to change the name of this story because the idea for my story has changed from what it was when I just started it and the name doesn't really fit the idea anymore.

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