Charlotte's P.O.V

"Hey. Hey Frankie" I chuckled. "What!? What is it now!?" He asked, turning towards me. I held in my giggles as I spoke to him. "What did the blanket say when it fell off the bed?" I pursed my lips waiting for him to answer. "I swear to fucking god Charlotte-"

"Holy sheet!" I bursted into laughter at my own joke, collapsing on my knees and crying out giggles. "Oh my fucking god" He muttered. "Hey! Frank! Hey Frank!" I giggled while crawling onto my bed. He huffed out a long breath. He closed his eyes before turning to me again. "Yes Charlie?" He sighed. "What did the farmer say when he lost his tractor?" I bit my lip, stopping myself from laughing. "What did he sa-"

"I LOST MY TRACTOR!" I cracked myself laughing again. "Fucking hell- I'm so done. Nope! That's it! I'm calling your ex, he can deal with this shit, not me" Frank got up from my bed, walking out of my room and down stairs. "Awe! Frankie baby! We were just getting started!" I shouted while pouting. "And Gerard can listen to the end of it" Frank replied. I smiled, laying back on the bed.

"Hey!" Gerard's voice chirped. My eyes widened. That was quick. "Woah! Hey man. I was seriously just going to call you" Frank's voice echoed up the stairs. There was silence, the door opening and muttered whispers filled the air. "Alright. You go hang out with Mikes and Taylor, I'll see you later" Gerard murmured. I heard loud footsteps coming up the stairs and before I knew it, a red haired man was standing in my bedroom. "Hey gorgeous... Let me take this" Gerard smiled while picking up the empty bottle of liquor from my bed. "Thank you handsome!" I grinned.

"Now we can do whatever the hell you like!" Gerard said before slumping into the bed next to me. "Cool" I nodded my head. Yeah, I've been drinking again. Frank isn't really concerned about it anymore which is cool. Well I don't think he's concerned anyway. "How has my girl been?" He smiled. "Your girl? Pfft... sure" I chuckled at his pouting face. "I'm not your girl Gee, you know that. Frank is my bitch, as I am for him" I patted Gerard on the shoulder, putting my 'It's a shame but do you understand what I mean?' face on. He rolled his eyes, getting off my bed and walking over to my desk. I watched him quietly, wondering what he was doing. My heart started beating fast when I noticed he was holding a very familiar journal in his hands.

"Hey! HEY!" I dived off my bed and stumbled over to him before trying to snatch the book out of his hands. "Hold on a second" He muttered, pulling the journal away from my grip. I sighed, my heart felt heavy in shame. "I-Is this for... me?" He finally turned to face me. I looked at my feet, blushing furiously while blinking back embarrassed tears. "Y-Yeah" I rubbed the back of my neck, looking up at him cautiously. "I... I didn't know you felt this way Charlie" His hazel eyes were filled with sadness and guilt. Guilt?

If you forgot the letter, here it is for your convenience:

'I was going to write about you again, but then I remembered you don’t care and I should be over this. Truthfully, I didn’t deal with it in the first place. Maybe that’s why it’s been pouring out of me lately. The emotions and hurt, I mean. They’re kind of drowning my fucking guts. I want you to know, I still think you’re as lovely as the sunsets I wanted to show you and the moon that I did. I don’t know if you remember that but you said it was beautiful. I remember thinking, I wish I could give it to you somehow because your eyes were so sad. It would’ve been nice to see them in awe. I looked at you in awe.

Anyways, I want you to know I’m happy for you. I’m pissed you’re not happy with me but that’s not really what people are supposed to say. So I’ll just say I’m happy for you and leave it there. I’d still give you the moon if I could. I’d give you the whole fucking sky even if you wanted to share it with her instead.
Fuck.
I wrote about you again.'

I swallowed the large lump in my throat. "I uh- It's nothing. I just got a little weird one night and uh-well yeah" I chuckled at myself, turning away to keep my eyes on anything but him. His hand grabbed my arm, pulling me back to facing him again. "Tell me the truth" His eyes almost burned holes into my face, which would have been fucking painful now that I think about it. Great. Now I'm thinking of burning holes in my face. Wait... what was his question? Did he even ask a question? Fuck. Now he's glaring at me. What do I do? I don't understand what's happening. What's he doing now? Shit. He's giving me that fucking look. The one that Frank uses on me all the time. The one that looks like a parent telling their rebellious teenager to stop hanging out with other rebellious teenagers.

"Urh... could you repeat what you just said?" I nervously coughed. He sighed, letting go of my arms and putting my book down. "Doesn't matter" He started touching my other books. "Well it clearly does..." I laughed halfheartedly. "Fine! Did you and Patrick Stump-" He started to shout in annoyance.

"No"
"Huh?"
"I said no. I don't love him, nor do I even like him. On a relationship status I mean. He's a pretty cool guy but-"
"So you two...?" He continued cutting me off.
"Never. The kiss was random and out of no where. He was there so we could explain this whole 'Cheating' shit to you but then he kissed me" I felt a little upset, repeating this conversation to him in person. Yeah. I had dreams where I told Gerard about the whole situation, my dreams always turned into nightmares though because he'd always kill me in the end.
He looked at the ground, his hands balled themselves into fists. Alright. Here we go. This is where he kills me. I shut my eyes, taking deep breaths, awaiting death. I flinched as my left cheek got caressed lightly. I squinted one of my eyes open before opening both of them fully. Gerard's adorable smile was the first thing I saw.

My heart melted and I practically swooned. "Is this the truth?" He asked, cupping both sides of my face in his soft and warm hands. "Nothing but the truth" I answered. "I'm so sorry" He looked at my lips. I started laughing, for some unknown reason. His forehead crinkled in confusion. I stopped myself, looking up at him as serious as possible. "I'm sorry, the alcohol in my system is messing with me right now" I smiled awkwardly. He nodded his head, his smile came back.

"So... wanna watch a movi-" I was cut off by his lips on mine. "Or we can kiss... I don't mind" I mumbled against his lips. He smiled in amusement as he passionately kissed me. Better then dying, am I right? Yeah. Definetly right.


Wait a fucking second...

Where the fuck does this leave us now?

Notes

Hey guys,
Sorry it's short, just like Frank.
I'm sad to say it but...

(Dramatic pause)

The next chapter may very well be the last... (Key word= 'May')

So here is your GIF:



Here is your loving goodbye:
I love you all so very much!
Byee! xo

Oh and P.S.
To Taylor (AKA @funsized)
Your command has been thought over and I must say...
Yes, you will do that thing with a clenched fist and a very adorable man's face ;) xo

Ooh and Happy Easter! :)