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My Everything.

Chapter Two.

I went out to get the mail, still in pain from last night, and I got a letter from Ray, and an advertisement from Wal-Mart and the news paper. But then I seen my neighbor... She just stared at me, and stepped closer.
"are you okay? "'She asked.
"I'm fine, thanks." I said trying to smile.
"Well, last month, you said no to call the police unless I heard gunshots... I got kinda worried." She looked down.
"Sorry for scaring you like that, him and I always fight. No big deal, okay? I gotta go so I'll see you around." I turned and left because she was staring at my eye. They always fucking stare at my eye...
I came into the house, accidentally stepping on a small piece of glass I must've missed, I went to the couch to take it out and it was just a little bit of blood.
"Hey, sweetie." I heard. Gerard came over and sat by me with coffee. I took the cup and he pulled my feet across his lap.
"Hi babe." I took a sip and smiled.
"Ooh! A letter from Rat! Open it. Open it. Open it." He said excitedly...as if nothing went wrong last night. I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. I opened the letter and read it.
Dear Frank,
Gerard and I have been talking about you recently. Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I know. About what? Well,....you, actually. You guys make an amazing couple and are really cute together. Maybe you 2 should get married.

and that's all it reads. I closed it and smiled widely at Gerard. "He wants me to marry you." I blushed, taking another drink.
"He does?" Okay, so Gee had a little sarcasm in his voice. I scooted closer to him and kissed his cheek.
"But I was never asked yet, so... This letter is basically garbage." I tossed it onto the coffee table and drank my coffee.
"Are we still going to his house later? Mikey will be there! You love him!" He always says I love Mikey! FUCKING DAMMIT!!
"Gerard, get over it. It was in Middle School, and it wasn't a big deal. I love you now, and you know it," he sighed and looked over at me.
"I know, I was just testing you." His face was just like mine. I licked the blood off him last night, but his cheek was purple, and skin was awfully pale. I was halfway through my cup and I sat closer to Gee.
"You're stunningly beautiful, Frank." He kissed my forehead and I leaned on him.
"Thanks, you are too."
"Are you okay? You seem mad at me." He said.
"I'm fine Gee, my eye is just throbbing a bit." I took a drink, got up and went to the kitchen to dispense my mug. He waited for me at the doorway. I rinsed my cup and smirked. "Just gunna leave the coffee there?" I asked.
"I'll get it later-"
"I was gunna...cook breakfast but...I'll do it later." He rolled his eyes and went to go get it.

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I'm liking this a lot :)

mindchemicals mindchemicals
6/24/14

Scarily realistic, the morning after is the worst! (Personal experience! ). :( (In the past now! ). :) Xxx