I woke up to the sound of Frank talking coming from downstairs. A loud yawn escaped my lips as I sat up under the soft covers. The morning sun beamed through my window causing the room to have a comforting glow. I've never liked artificial lighting; I've always found sunlight comforting. I'm not sure as to why but I've always been this way I guess. I snapped out of my thoughts to the sound of broken glass and Frank cursing. I was about to jump out of bed and sprint downstairs to make sure he was okay until I heard him continue to talk on the phone saying something about knocking a cup over or whatever. He the went back to his conversation and I was curious. I silently tiptoed out the bed and opened the bedroom door. I then made my way to the top of the stairs and sat down while listening intently.

"Mikey, I just hope this works. All I've done is fail Gerard as a boyfriend and as a friend and I'm just hoping therapy will be able to give him what I haven't. But........thanks Mikey, it means a lot.......I know, thank you...........Okay I'll talk to you later.....bye."

I heard Frank put the phone down and heavily sigh. Everything was silent for a few seconds until a choking sob met my ears. Before I could think I ran to the kitchen and saw Frank sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands. Before he could react I brought him into a bone crushing hug. At first he was frozen out of shock but then immediately gripped onto my waist and cried into the crook of my neck. Saying I felt horrible was just an understatement. It was my fault he was crying, it was my fault that he's hurting, and it was my fault that he's in this situation. I'm not just a horrible boyfriend but a horrible person and I honestly don't deserve Frank. He's done so much and has tried so hard but I keep pushing him away leaving him in this constant state of rejection and shit and it isn't helping at all. Maybe this therapist shit might help. The only reason I said yes is because I don't want to let Frank down. I love him too much. I'd do anything for him even if that means having to see a therapist and get help.

I held Frank closer to me and rubbed his back in comfort. I kept kissing his head and murmuring my love for him against his hair. He kept saying sorry over and over but I just hushed him every time and held him closer. He had no reason to apologize. I'm the one who was pushing him away and spiraling worse and worse into my depression and nightmares. I was putting him in a tough position where he was basically stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Soon Frank's cries dissipated into silence. even though Frank stopped crying I continued to hold him close to me and he didn't seem to mind. We didn't dare to say anything about what just happened and spoil the moment. I'll ask him about it later since I didn't want to ruin our moment. I relaxed my grip on his body and moved his face towards me. His doe eyes were blood and shot and glassed over from all the tears. His cheeks were flushed and rosy red
with embarrassment and emotion. His lips were pink and just so tempting. He is such a work of art I can't even fathom why he'd want to be with a mess like me. I continued to stare at his lips until they formed into a smirk. I moved my eyes to his and noticed that he was givng me this stupid grin that I couldn't help but smile at. I leaned my forehead on his and just stared into his beautiful hazel orbs. Every part of him was and will forever be perfect and I wanted all of it. I guess he could read my mind because his once innocent eyes were soon lustful as he stood up and grabbed my hips, beckoning my body towards his.

His annoyingly cute smirk appeared once again as I instantly wrapped my hands around his waist. My lips immediately connected with his neck and soon found his sweet spot earning a few loud moans. He pulled me by my hair to his face and forcefully connected our lips. I hungrily tugged on his lip ring causing him to moan extremely loud. I took this as a chance to slide my tongue between his parted lips causing out tongues to glide against each other in sync. I felt his hands grab my butt making which made me grind into his hips. Both of our hard-ons moved against each other trying to cause as much friction as possible. We were both panting messes as he released my lips from the kiss, a line of spit falling from both of out mouths. We both giggled as Frank swatter the spit away and unexpectedly had grind down on my hips causing me to moan. I was getting frustrated with the lack of friction and just wanted him to fuck me on the kitchen table already. I grabbed his pants in frustration and began to unzip them. Before I could get them off he grabbed my chin and looked me in the eyes.

"Baby you can't do that."

"And why not?" I whined in frustration.

"Because Mikey is going to be here right about....now." He smirked as the doorbell rang just when he finished speaking. I groaned in frustration once again.

"Can't you just tell him to come by some other time?"

"Nope, he wanted to come over now, sorry baby."

And with that he kissed my nose and made his way to the door with a huge grin on his face while I stood there by the table with my arms folded.

Notes

filler chapter btw
i literally was so exhausted from yesterday that i fuckin slept all day today and woke up around dinner time and i've had writer's block all night until now
im sorry i havent been updating a lot like between studying and friends its been pretty hectic and ive been in a very rough state of mind lately but that really shouldnt be an excused so im sorry and i hope you liked this short ass chapter that i will follow up on tomorrow and hopefully i wont sleep until the second coming like i did today and keep in mind this may
title by The Cure

-xofangoria