My Frerard Romance.
Chapter Nineteen.
Still crying, a little. Tears just keep pouring, a lot of them. I'm being quiet about this. Frank, at my side, hugging me.
How hard is it to say, that I can't tell him 'I love you' because I DO!!!! But, it's hard saying it. Out loud, in the public, well... between us. Alone?
"I can't-" I paused. What am I supposed to say? It's hard. 'I love you'. Great practice.
"It's fine, Gerard. Lasst night, you told me it was nothing, and I believe you. It was nothing, I didn't mean anything, remember?" Wait, is he still on that France thing? Well.
"It's not that Frankie, it's just-" pausing again.
"Just." I gotta puke, I pushed him aside, and ran to his bathroom. Ah! HURRY!!3...2...1... BLAH!@#$%^^&*()_+ Gross, not again. It tastes disguisting!! Absolutely disguisting. I heard the door shut, and Frank came. "Gerard. Have some water." he tucked my hair back, and I finally stopped, his hand, still on my neck. Holding my hair, as I'm still puking, a little bit. But thank good, it's finally over. I feel SO much better.
I took his bottled water, and took a drink, he's sweet. Giving me water like that, where was I? That's right, I can't tell him that I love him, just yet. "Frank, if you really like me, then you have to understand, that I can't tell you that I-" I gotta barf again. Damn, I'm on fire today. Why can't I say it? "that I lo-lo-lo- l.l.l.lo" I'm studdering now.
Frank started laughing. I bet I sounded stupid. "It's okay Gerard. I understand. I can't say it that much either." Oh thank god.
"We should go get you to the living room. If I could, I would totally carry you." I got up, and followed Frankie to the living room, and I sat on the couch. I really need that strawberry shake, believe it or not, but when your feeling 'sick' try one. It cures it. No lie.
He's sitting on the other couch, he turned on his telesision, and the first thing I seen was Smooki & JWOWW, like, ohemgee. Why was he watching MTV? Silly.
"You want to sleep, or what about some water? Anything you need, I can help you with it." Frank said.
"I'm okay Frankie. But thanks. I think I better go home though-"
"No. Your staying here. At least until tonight, your parents know your here." said Frank.
I guess so. I fell asleep, a little angry, but I'll let this one slide. It's Frank.
How hard is it to say, that I can't tell him 'I love you' because I DO!!!! But, it's hard saying it. Out loud, in the public, well... between us. Alone?
"I can't-" I paused. What am I supposed to say? It's hard. 'I love you'. Great practice.
"It's fine, Gerard. Lasst night, you told me it was nothing, and I believe you. It was nothing, I didn't mean anything, remember?" Wait, is he still on that France thing? Well.
"It's not that Frankie, it's just-" pausing again.
"Just." I gotta puke, I pushed him aside, and ran to his bathroom. Ah! HURRY!!3...2...1... BLAH!@#$%^^&*()_+ Gross, not again. It tastes disguisting!! Absolutely disguisting. I heard the door shut, and Frank came. "Gerard. Have some water." he tucked my hair back, and I finally stopped, his hand, still on my neck. Holding my hair, as I'm still puking, a little bit. But thank good, it's finally over. I feel SO much better.
I took his bottled water, and took a drink, he's sweet. Giving me water like that, where was I? That's right, I can't tell him that I love him, just yet. "Frank, if you really like me, then you have to understand, that I can't tell you that I-" I gotta barf again. Damn, I'm on fire today. Why can't I say it? "that I lo-lo-lo- l.l.l.lo" I'm studdering now.
Frank started laughing. I bet I sounded stupid. "It's okay Gerard. I understand. I can't say it that much either." Oh thank god.
"We should go get you to the living room. If I could, I would totally carry you." I got up, and followed Frankie to the living room, and I sat on the couch. I really need that strawberry shake, believe it or not, but when your feeling 'sick' try one. It cures it. No lie.
He's sitting on the other couch, he turned on his telesision, and the first thing I seen was Smooki & JWOWW, like, ohemgee. Why was he watching MTV? Silly.
"You want to sleep, or what about some water? Anything you need, I can help you with it." Frank said.
"I'm okay Frankie. But thanks. I think I better go home though-"
"No. Your staying here. At least until tonight, your parents know your here." said Frank.
I guess so. I fell asleep, a little angry, but I'll let this one slide. It's Frank.
This is my first fanfic and it is amazing!!
12/7/16