Extraordinary Girl

"Wait what?!"
Frank cried down the line. He felt his throat closing up as tears escaped his eyes in record speed. The guys looked at him in shock and tried to figure out what was going on but did he care? Nope.
"Jamia?! I AM TALKING TO YOU!!"
"Frank..it's for the best..."
Frank shook his head violently, as if the movement would make Jamia change her mind magically,
"No it's fucking not for the fucking best! Jamia you can't do this!"
Franks hands started to shake and he held onto the table infront of him for dear life as Jamia said her final words.
"You'll get over it and see that it's for the best. Goodbye Frank. And thanks for everything."
With that, the line went dead, and Frank was pretty sure that everyone in the room heard his heart break.
His phone slipped out of his hand and he stared at the wall, unable to move a muscle. She left him. The love of his fucking little miserable life had just broken up with him. Via a phone call.
"FOR FUCKS SAKE!"
He suddenly screamed, feeling the anger rise up in his chest. He slammed his fist into the wall of the tour bus, and the guys finally reacted. Ray immediately went over to Frank and wrapped his arms around the smaller mans shaking frame, and although Frank fought against the touch, he let Ray calm him down sooner or later.
"She..c-can't do t-this to m-me.."
Frank sobbed and held onto Ray's shirt, who looked over at Gerard, Mikey and Bob and was silently begging them to help him calm Frank down.
"Frank...man what happened between you guys? Did you have a fight?"
Mikey asked, looking at the shaking frame of the guitarist who was being swallowed by the mass of Ray's fro.
"N-no, she was only...only upset about me going on tour..."
Gerard sat down next to Frank and placed his hand on Frank's thigh, looking into his eyes. It seemed as if the light was completely sucked out of his eyes and all there was left was a dull shade of what they used to be.
"Maybe that is the reason why she...did it. Frank I am 100% positive that she still loves you all the same, I mean damn it's Jamia!"
Frank only shook his head, staring down at the floor and sniffing softly.
"I'll get you some tea man...you look horrible..."
Bob mumbled, walking off into the kitchen.
Mikey only sighed, looking at Frank's broken frame on the sofa who wasn't able to stop the tears running down his pale face.
He went over to his bunk and pulled out his phone, making a decision. He was definitely going to help Frank with this. He opened a new text message and typed away, putting all his hopes into this one little message.
"Hey Jamia...it's Mikey..."
-
Jamia lay in her bed with a heavy heart, ready to let the sorrow swallow her completely and eat her up. She just lost her boyfriend of over 5 years. Because she couldn't handle being alone. Being away from him. Having him out on tour where no one was looking after him.
But maybe this wasn't such a great idea after all.
Jamia cuddled her pillow tighter to her chest and sighed deeply. She knew he was crying. She had broken him in the worst way possible.
Her mind started to race and she thought of the times they spend together...all of them.
From kinder garden to high school to college..
He had always been there.
Their first date, holding hands, their first kiss, first sex...
He had always been there.
And now he wasn't anymore.
Jamia finally understood the weight of her decision and she couldn't help but break into heavy sobs. The tears streamed down her face as she remembered every thing they had ever done together, every moment they shared. She missed him. She already fucking missed him. But she couldn't just call him up and act as if nothing had ever happened.
"I am so stupid...oh my god..."
She sobbed quietly, burying her face in her pillow.
She needed to talk to someone right now. Or she was going to lose her mind.
Picking up her phone, Jamia decided to call her sister Elliott. She was going to know what she had to do in a situation like this.
As soon as Elliott heard the news, she told Jamia to stay where she was and that she would hurry up and be there as soon as humanly possible.
After about 15 minutes later, Jamia heard a knock on her door and opened it to reveal her sister standing there with a tub full of ice cream.
"Oh my baby sister what did you do.."
She mumbled, while taking in Jamia's lifeless appearance. Elliott immediately hugged her to her chest tightly and the two of them sat down in Jamia's living room, well actually Jamia and Frank's living room, but that thought hadn't crossed her mind yet.
"So you broke up with him because you miss him and you think that you will feel better when you guys are seperated?"
Elliott summed up her sister's story and Jamia only nodded, sniffing slightly while she stuffed another spoon full of ice cream into her mouth.
"That's fucking stupid Jamia.."
Elliott said and her sister looked at the floor, nodding softly. Just as she opened her mouth to reply, she felt her phone buzz. As she looked at her screen she saw that it was a new text. Jamia frowned and opened it. It was from Mikey.
-
That night, Frank lay in his bunk with a heavy heart, staring at pictures of him and Jamia on his phone. He had given up on trying not to cry since there really was no way in stopping the tears anytime soon. He fucking felt miserable and wasn't even trying to hide it.
Frank hadn't tried to call or text Jamia, but hell it was all he could think about.
Sighing, he rolled over in his bunk and sniffed, closing his eyes. He needed sleep. But the thought of not having Jamia in his life anymore just left him feel lifeless and broken.
Nothing mattered anymore.

Notes

Update! I hope you guys like this one, and sorry for taking so long to update! :)
- xoxo, Paco.