Love Me Anyway

Waking up to him the next morning, made my stomach twist and turn in all different directions, but in a good way. I watched his eyes flutter around in that pretty little head of his, still dreaming. His fringe, that was usually perfectly aligned with the right side of his face and curling at his eye, was messily spread across his face, covering the upper half of it. I found myself watching and slowly falling for the way his lips parted was he inhaled the smoky, muggy air of my room, or the way his nimble fingers lightly gripped my sheets and pillow, or even the way he curled perfectly while he slept. In all those moments, he was nothing but perfect. An innocent, beautiful person was all I could see. That's the special thing about being me. I can see all the beauty in everything, even the things that seem the ugliest, I can still see all they're worth. And that's all I see in Frank. I guess it was sooner than later that I had to admit that I was slowly falling for this kid in general. But there was that feeling, or something, in my head, telling me to slow down, that it was all happening all too fast, even for me. Besides, I didn't know how Frank felt about me and in this moment, I didn't care. He seemed like he didn't want anything serious, due to the past days events. I would never make Frank do anything he didn't want to. I wouldn't rush him into anything either. Frank wanted to stay friends, and I had to respect that.

He stirred in his sleep, snapping me out of my thoughts and causing me to immediately close my eyes shut. I wanted him to think I was still asleep.
"Gerard?" He whispered, lightly nudging me. His finger grazed my arm, making my skin slowly rise. "Gerard." He whispered again.
As I opened my eyes again, I saw tears slowly forming in his. "Yeah? What's wrong?"
"I-I- was..." He chocked, fighting whatever was eating at him. "Just dreaming..." He wiped his eyes quickly and sat against my wall, his face just blank.
"Hey," I said moving closer, "whatever it was, it's over now. You're safe, okay?" I said, trying to be as comforting as I could be. I ran my fingers through his fringe and continuing it into his messy hair. He closed his eyes and sighed as I did so.
"Thank you." He said softly.
I stopped, sat up and lifted his chin up, "of course, Frank. I hate seeing my friends in pain."
He looked up at me and our eyes met. His gleamed at the word "friend."

I realized how close I was to his face when mom yelled for me. "Gerard! Your aunt is here!"
Inches, I thought. Just inches...
I cursed under my breath. I looked outside and back at Frank who was now laying back down with the blankets up to his chin. It was still pouring outside.
"I can take you back to your house, if you want me to?" He nodded and with that, we got dressed and headed upstairs.
"Ma, I'm taking Frank home, I'll be home soon."
"Uh huh." Was all I could get out of her before she went back to talking to her sister about god knows what. Probably about me.

I pulled out a cancer stick as I got in the car, letting the heat spread within and driving off. I felt the smoke rise around in my body, warming me up faster than the car's heating.
"What does it feel like?" I was surprised to hear Franks voice, croaking out of the somewhat comfortable silence between us.
"What? Smoking?" He nodded and I had to think for a moment. "For me, it wakes me up. Sometimes more than the twelve cups of coffee I drink everyday." He giggled. God, his giggle was fucking adorable. "It makes me feel sane and without it, I feel terrible."
"What do you mean by terrible?"
I sighed, "let's just say, sometimes I don't think straight and I end up doing things I regret."
"Oh..." He trailed off, facing his attention to the windshield.
"Plus it calms my nerves." I added.
He hummed in agreement and pointed to a light blue house with what looks like two stories and a porch. "That's my house."

I parked the car and looked at him. He still looked as broken as I found him yesterday, but the dullness that was there, had now faded into a new brightness that was just starting to break through again. I knew he wasn't happy, but I knew he was getting better already. Just how I wanted it to be.

Before I knew it, his arms were laced onto my body and his head was in the crook of my shoulder. "Thank you, Gerard." God, his body was warm. I melted into his arms, unwillingly and held him close.
"Of course, Frank." I said as he started pulling away. There was an after warmth kind of feeling in my chest, and it wasn't from my cigarette.
"I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"But I don't have you're number."
He nodded and asked for my phone. He punched his number and handed it back to me before opening the door to leave. "Make sure to text me." he said softly. I texted him right then.
Bye, Frank.
His phone buzzed seconds later. "Bye, Gerard."

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The rest of the day continued, very uneventful. Unless you count the numerous amount of times my aunt pinched my cheeks. Or how she kept asking me why I was so skinny or why I was wearing long sleeves in the middle of summer. By then, it was 80 degrees outside and the rain was stopped. I ignored her and went to my room. I spent the majority of the day in there, drawing something new and blasting my music as loud as I could before Don would come down and tell me to turn it down. I hadn't realized that it had stopped or how late it was until Mikey came into my room and told me dinner was ready. I ignored him by turning my music back on, probably making him jump from the loudness. I waited until he was gone to finish what I had started. Yeah, I felt bad for being rude, but he knows I cannot stand to be around our aunt for more than ten minuets, tops.

In the midst of it all, I texted Frank, but never got a reply. I tried my best not to worry, but my nerves got the best of me and I became very curios. I called him.
The phone rang for about five minuets. Just as I was about to give up, a small, shaken voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Frank? It's Gerard. Are you okay?" I said taking another drag of the cigarette that I had lit before I called.
"Uh, yeah. I'm fine. I was out with my mom all day and my phone died while we were out. My phone died."
"Oh. I thought that-"
"Gerard, I'm okay. No need to worry." He said reassuringly.
"Okay. Well-"
"No stay. I-I need to ask you say something."
"Okay shoot."
He hesitated for a second. Then he sighed, "D-do.." He stuttered, "Do you think I'm weird, Gerard?" I sighed in relief, but tried to hide as best I as could because he seemed very compelled about it.
"No Frank. I think you're like, the nicest person I know." God, he was fucking adorable. But I knew he was serious. I've felt the same way about my old friends. The more he became insecure, the more I saw his beauty and there was nothing you could say that would make me change my mind.
"Okay, I was just wondering." He yawned.
"Frank, you sound pretty tired. You should go to bed."
"Yeah, I guess I should. I'll talk to you tomorrow, Gerard."
"Night Frank."
"Night." He sighed before hanging up.
I shook my head as I sighed. This kid is something, I thought, before going back to my drawing.

Notes

Shorter than the other two but hey I updated(:
Please bare with me. I promise I'm not abandoning this story like my others.
I love you guys so much.
Thank you to the ones who are sticking with me(:
Stay Ugly loves...

ps sorry for the filler. There's more happening next chapter(: