You're Beautiful To Me.

Selena's P.O.V.

"Mikey's brother, Gerard is here." Aunt Rosie came into my room and stated.
"Okay..." I said, confused. I walked out into the hall to see him standing there. At first look, I was taken back a step. He looked like he hadn't slept for days. Greasy hair, disheveled clothes, red eyes, and bags under them.
"Woah, you look terrible! What happened, someone beat you up?" I said, smirking. I expected him to chuckle along, but his face stayed stone cold the whole time.
"We need to talk." He said, closing his eyes, as if saying the words physically hurt him.
"Um, okay..." I said, getting a knotting feeling in my stomach.
"It's about... Mikey." He hesitated when he said his name.
"Is something wrong?" I asked, already knowing the answer. He nodded and my stomach turned inside out.
"You might want to sit down for this." I led him into the living room and sat next to him on the big, red couch.
"I really have no idea how to say this, so I'm going to say it the best I can." He sighed and continued.
"Mikey's..." He started. I was so anxious to know what he was going to say. I almost couldn't take it. "...Dead." He spit out the last word. I didn't believe him. He couldn't be. This had to be some kind of joke.
"He's... What?" I asked. It couldn't be true. But then again he wouldn't lie about this. He could be cruel- Very cruel -But not this cruel. Then it hit really hit me. He wouldn't lie about this.
"Last night, he was driving home, and hit another car. Not on purpose, obviously. He flew out of the windshield and hit his head on the pavement. He died of blood loss." I couldn't help the flow of tears running from my eyes onto my pants.
"Oh my God!" I cried. my mind went into automatic breakdown mode when he explained it. This had happened with my parents. Though what happened to them was more traumatic, this was high on the list. My hand involuntarily moved to my mouth and my whole body felt like it was vibrating.
"No! No!" I sobbed. I was crying more than I had in a long time. But it wasn't the kind of crying you do where tears are just streaming from your face. This was the full on choking on your tears, eyes clamped shut, screaming kind of sobbing. "No! No, it's not true! It can't be! I was with him last night, no!" I screamed. I stood up from my spot on the couch and my shaking hands moved to my head. I fell to my knees. "NO! NO!" I screamed louder, as if noise would cover the pain of my aching heart.
"Woah, woah! What's going on, what's wrong?!" Aunt Rosie ran into the room, looking confused. I continued screaming as she ran to my side to try and help me calm down.
"Sweetie, you need to tell me what's going on! Calm down!" Aunt Rosie screamed over me. Gerard stood up and walked toward the door. He stopped in front of me and I could see how hurt he was by this. It was in his eyes. The tears that escaped them and rested on his cheek. His messy hair. The way his clothes hung off of his body. His whole being was just... Sad.
"I'm so sorry." He whispered to me before walking out of the cheery, yellow house.
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I sat in the corner of my room on my bed. I had been there for about four hours, thinking, crying, talking to myself, or all of the above. I heard a knock on my door and glanced at my clock-radio. 10:32.
"Can I come in?" A voice came from behind the door.
"Yeah." I croaked. Aunt Rosie cracked open the door and stepped in. She was holding two big, green mugs.
"I brought you some tea. Lemon. Your favorite." She said. She sat next to me on my bed and handed me the mug, which I gladly took. Lemon was my mothers favorite too.
"Look, I'm a truly sorry that this happened to you. First your parents, now Mikey..." Her voice trailed off. "It's not fair to loose that many close people in such a short amount of time." She said. I didn't feel like talking, so I just sipped on my tea instead. She sighed and stood up.
"I understand how you feel. Loosing your parents was like loosing my heart." She put a hand on her chest, over where her heart would be. She walked to the door but stopped before disappearing.
"If you need anything. Advice, talking, listening. Even counseling. I'm here for you. Just ask me whatever and I will help you through it. And I'm not leaving. That, I can promise." She smiled and walked out of the room, leaving me with my tea. My eyelids were falling and it was pretty late, so I decided to set my tea down and get some sleep.
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I laid with him on the couch. The soft skin of his arms rubbing against mine. The movie that we had on played in the background but we weren't paying attention to it. We were more paying attention to each other. We laughed and giggled at the smallest jokes he said.
"Do you love me, Mikey?" I said twisting his hair.
"Of course I love you. I will until the end of time."
"Will you ever leave me?"
"Not as long as I'm breathing." Our lips connected and it felt like magic.

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I walked into the school feeling as I did the fist day I arrived. Missing someone. Only this time I didn't care what anyone was thinking. I just walked through the halls, not even feeling my feet hit the ground with every step I took. I passed a few people with sorry faces but none of them really phased me. Jamie walked passed me in the hall with his friends, but left them to come catch up with me. Hell, I probably looked terrible. Bag slumped over my shoulder, no makeup, undid hair. It didn't really matter to me though. "Hey, Selena." He said. "I'm really sorry about what happened. I totally understand what you're going through. It really sucks." He said. I avoided eye contact with him as I floated through the halls.
"Thanks. I don't mean to sound like a bitch or anything, but I don't really feel like having any human contact for the rest of my life." I said, opening my locker, grabbing some books and slamming it shut, in one fluid motion.
"No, no. You aren't being a bitch. I completely understand." He said looking hurt. I felt kind of bad, but not bad enough to say anything to stop him. "I'll just... Leave you alone." He said, backing off. I walked into first period, and right away I was getting sympathy.
"Oh, Selena. I heard what happened. I am so sorry. It is a true tragedy." Mrs. Rockmen said as I walked to my desk.
"Thank you." I looked sideways to see Gerard looking empty in the seat next to me. I'm sure we both looked like zombies, but neither of us cared.
"We're holding a funeral for him on the fifth." Gerard stated. And we didn't speak at all for the rest of the day.

Notes

Oh my God... I wrote this chapter like, two days ago. And I thought I had submitted it. But I didn't. So I had to rewrite the whole fucking thing. Grr.

On a happier note, if anyone is interested, I will be holding a tiny contest c:On the very last chapter, I will announce how to enter, and the winner will do a story collab with me c: Good luck c:

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