The Light Behind His Eyes

Frank jumped up from the couch out of my reach. My heart shattered into a million pieces, my stomach curled up. This wasn't suppose to happen. I was suppose to get the girl-in this case, man-and live happily ever after. It can't be like this, it just can't.
Frank shook his head, "Gerard..."
Right then and there I wanted to cry. My heart was completely done for.
Frank cried out, "You don't want someone like me, Gerard. You really don't." Frank grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tanked it over his head before facing his back to me. Horrible, long, dark, scars were on his back. They were in every direction. Up, down, left, right, you name it.
"Your father..." Was all I could say.
Frank turned to me, "Gerard, I do like you. I really do. But save yourself. Don't get caught with me."
He likes me.
I shook my head as I faced him, "That's the thing, Frankie. I want to get caught with you. I want to hug you, and kiss you, and be there for you. Every day, hour, second."
Frank's eyes were watering up again. Not another crying scene, please. I pulled him into a hug, wrapping my arms around his neck. His face buried in my chest, but he didn't hug back. Frank was determined not to let me fall for him. He wanted me to find someone else, someone who wasn't broken. He should know that I have already fell for someone, and he was broken. From then on, I was going to make him see that it's okay for someone to love someone else who was damaged.

I was late for work. No surprise there. I groaned as I leaned over to the side of my bed, but failed to use my feet. My body slammed onto the ground, sending shock waves up my body-it still wasn't enough to get me up.
"Gerard!"
I stood up from the ground to Frank's voice. Did he sleep over? All I remember was him crying and confessing to small and big things he had done in his life like, "when I was nine, I pushed the girl next to me and blamed it on the kid behind me" and "I stole slippers from a store once". It was cute. I even snuck a forehead kiss onto him.
Frank walked in, adjusting his jacket, "You're the only one who has the keys, let's go." Frank seemed okay today. He had no problem showing his smile. I nodded, "Yeah, alright...let me get ready."
Frank chuckled, "I can't believe you slept in."
Wait, is he serious?
"Ah, you're an early bird." I grinned.
Frank giggled, yes giggled, "Chirp chirp." And damn fuck it was the cutest giggle I have ever heard.

Not long after putting on another awesome band shirt, jeans, and the same torn up converse, Frank and I walked side by side down the sidewalk. He seemed to putting on the best fake smile I have ever seen...or was it real? I wasn't sure. The thing is, what Frank had experienced is a big memory. He can't just smile the next day. That's like seeing a friend get murdered last night and the next morning you wake up and did a dance musical. Frank's not the only one who had a few bumps down the road. I know that pain lasts a long time. You can either fake a smile, or stay at home with the shades drawn. All I know is that he's damaged, and I need to fix this man before picking out a wedding cake.
Frank and I stopped when we saw the sheriff of the town staring us down. He walked over to us, "Hey kiddos. Aren't you suppose to be at school?"
"Well, we own that bookstore. We don't need school." Frank said.
He glared at us, "I don't care if you own the White House, school is far more important."
Frank rolled his eyes, "Well, we got suspended anyway. So can you please get out the way so we can-" Abruptly, the sheriff had him on the ground, pinning Frank's arm against his back. The sheriff shouted, "You back talking to me, boy?"
I opened my mouth, but a female voice stole the words right out my throat. She said, "You can't abuse your authority! Get off him before i sue your ass!" Damn. Just something I would say.
The Sheriff, Frank, and I looked over to find a teenage girl. She had dark brown eyes, long black hair, a pale complexion. I have to admit, she was beautiful. The sheriff released Frank, "Sorry, ma'am..."
Frank groaned as he stood up from the ground. He walked over by my side again, "Can we please just go inside?"
The teenage girl walked over to us, "Hey, are you okay?" She asked.
Frank nodded, but said nothing.
There was something about this girl. I kept glancing up and down, head to toe of her entire body. She seemed to noticed because she cracked a joke, "Like what you see?" I kind of did, actually. I didnt know whether to punch myself in the stomach for checking out someone else besides Frank or take out my hand and ask her-
"What's your name?" I smiled.
She grabbed my hand and shook it, "Lindsey. But I have a stage name. Lyn-Z." She smiled.
Her name was Lindsey.

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