Frank's Point Of View.
There was a knock at my door.
"Come in." I said.
"Frank, did you have a good sleep?" Mfy step mother.
"Yeah."
"Sorry Frank, but you have to pack up your stuff, your leaving today." she started crying.
"You mean... they didn't let me stay?"
"No! I don't want you to leave either, your like my son. I'm sorry, I tried to convince them but they wouldn't allow it!" she gave me a hug.
"You have to leave by 6." She kept crying, but I whiped the tears off of her cheeks.
"It's okay, it's not the end of the world. Can you leave please? I need some alone time." She nodded and left slowly, but she shut the door behind her.


I can't believe this. I'm leaving Bellville. Back to my real Mom and Dad, whom I haven't talked to in a year & a half. The ones who are currently taking care of someone else, . . . Billy Joe. Why would they want ME back? I'm a trouble maker? A theif, a liar, a drug addict, I'm no good." I refused to let myself cry, instead I got up and threw my picture of me across the room and onto the wall. Why?
I cried, I just can't take the fact that I'm leaving this place. This perfect place I love so much.
I don't want to go home. I don't want to home. I don't want to go home.
I fell onto the floor & screamed into my pillow I pulled off the bed.


BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ.
My phone-
Gerard! I reached up & answered it.
"Morning Frankie, guess what? I get to go to a focus group today to talk about my drawings and ideas IN FRONT OF A COMIC BOOK COMPANY THATS THINKING ABOUT HIRING MY LATER!!"
"That's great! I'm proud of you."
"It starts at 4, do you want to come?"
"I can't sorry, I'm busy. Plus I'm still hurting. Good luck though Gerard."
"Whats wrong Frankie, you don't sound so good."
"Nothing, but I have to tell you... I'm proud of you, and I know you can do it without me really being there because I love you & I always will. Just don't give up, keep them wanting more. THIS could be your future job!"
"Thanks, I have to go now, but I'll tell the family you said hi! I love you Frank!"
"I love you too Gerard. Bye."
"Bye." He hung up. I laid on the floor thinking about how important this was to him.
How was I supposed to tell him that I was leaving, he couldn't have done this by himself!
I guess I should start packing now, I'll start out getting my 2 suitcases out of the closet and pack my clothes.
My first drawer has nothing but shirts, then my second has my skinny jeans and sweat bands. Socks, underwear, and more shirts. My last drawer had Gerards clothes. His Misfits shirt, Black skinny jeans, and a shirt he bought me with our picture on it. I'll be keeping these so I can always remember him. Now to fill my second suitcase with my pictures and nic-nak's. Like the play-doh man Gerard made me, the doll we made together, and our picture at the theme park in Jersey City, and-
Who am I kidding? I can't leave, but I have to. I hate New York!
I put on some sweats and a sweater to go outside for a short walk.
I didn't tell my step Mom, and before I knew it, I was 3 blocks away so I stopped to sit on the sidewalk and take a breath. I'd rather die then to leave my boyfriend that I loved for almost a year and a half. I'm 17 1/2, but I came when I was 16 1/2.
"Frank?" It's Amber, I can recognise her voice.
"Hey." I said. She sat down by me on the curb.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm leaving today. I can't believe it." She gave me a hug.
"You can't leave Frank! I'll miss you, ... you were my only guy-friend."
"I know, but the saddest part is leaving Gerard. I didn't tell him yet."
"Frank! Why not?"
"He has a interview with a comic book company, and if he finds out, he wouldn't do as good." She didn't let go of me.
"That's so sad. I'm so sorry Frank. I just wish you didn't have to leave us."
"I tried to convince my stepmom to let me stay, but nothing seems to be working. I just don't know what to do." We cried together for a while.
"Well, it'll be okay. In the end, we all survive, I guess. For a while, everything was perfect, and it starts tumbling dow. Frank, promise me & Gerard that you won't forget us." It was like she never let go. The way she held me, was the same way Gerard did. I felt like I was hugging him, and it was magical. I didn't want to open my eyes, becasue then I would go back to reality.
"I will never forget you Gerard."

Notes

I might have a second part, or maybe not. SHOULD I?!?!?!