Frankie Baby

It was last period and I couldn’t shake Sammy off my back. Of course i hooked up with her a couple times before meeting Frankie. She was horribly clingy and annoying and she didn’t know how to take a fuckin hint. Her voice was annoying and she didn’t know how to shut up. I sighed and rolled my eyes as I heard her screetchy high pitched voice. “Hey Gerard!” she squeeled irritatingly , touching my arm. Gently I moved my arm so she was no longer touching me. I slumped against the wall next to the art room’s door. Only Frank can squeel and sound cute. Originally I was waiting for Frankie to walk in with me , but now it seems like I would be talking with Sammy. I groaned under my breath. “Hi.” I picked at the fuzz on my shirt from Frank’s sweaters. Frankie. We were going to the movies after school , which made the day 10 times better. We didn’t have any classes together except art and i was dying to feel his lips after a long day. I would always steal kisses from him whenever the teacher had her back turned , talking about god knows what. I couldn’t wait to feel his slightly chubby body curled into mine. His smell always relaxed me. Hell , what was I saying? All of him relaxed me. Sammy’s talking was just a buzzing at the back of my head , like an irritating bug. The only person who actually held my full attention when they spoke was Frank. He was so passionate about whatever he did. It was so cute , whenever he spoke his hands would fly around in the air. One time he actually almost hit me with his hand. His face had turned red and he had sat on his hands. So the only thing I could concentrate on were his enchanting lips. His lips, christ they were like heaven. So soft and warm and slightly moist. If it were up to me , I would kiss him all day. Over break that would be my goal , just lay around everyday and kiss. My second goal was to fuck at least two times a day. Frank was practically living with me at this point. He normally would sleepover 3 days a week then go home for two. I bit the inside of my cheek hard to stop myself from smirking. Mikey , Mom and Dad would be away on a skiing trip for break. That ment Frank and I could fuck where ever we wanted. Whenever we wanted and not to mention as loud as we wanted. I still wasn’t listening to Sammy’s useless rambling. I was too caught up thinking about Frankie’s cuddles and kisses. When I looked up from picking at my shirt I scoured the hallway looking for Frank’s reindeer sweater. I sighed and glanced up at Sammy for a second. But in that second her hands were wrapped around my head in a strong grip. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I snapped , pissed that her was touching me like this. I tried to jerk my head away , but her grip was tight. She just smirked and leaned forward , so our lips were pressed together. I almost threw up in her mouth. My stomach twisted in rage and nervousness. I reared my head back but she just followed my lips. I put my hands on her shoulders , attempting to push her back. I was screaming in my head , her lips were disgusting. My eyes were wide open and i certianly did not kiss back. My heart dropped into my stomach when I heard Frank’s sweet voice call my name. I felt like ripping all my hair out. Sammy finally let go of my face and I pushed my body as far as It would go from her. I was out for Sammy’s blood when I saw the look on Frank’s face. I ran my fingers through my hair nervously. “Fuck” I muttered , the weight of the situation crushing me. Frank’s face was drained of all color , his eyes wide and watering , books scattered around him. My heart already started to break at the sight infront of me. I wanted to hold him , It made me want to cry myself when he cried. I wasn’t scared of anything but the outcome of the situatiion scared me shitless. The thought of losing my Frankie made my throat tighten. When i advanced on him his eyes widened and he dropped to the floor chanting “no” repeatively. My heart was in my throat when he raced down the hallway. I turned my attention to Sammy’s smirking face. I was tempted to smack it off he face. “You will pay for this you fucking whore.” I spat while chasing Frank down the hallway. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me , my head throbbed. I was completely and utterly fucked. “Frank , God Damn it!” I screamed in frustration. When I caught up to him we were outside. I snatched his small wrist. It felt like he punched me in the stomach when he screeched “Don’t touch me.” I sucked in a breath and dropped his wrist as if it were on fire. His eyes poured tears and his pupils emitted pure sorrow. It made my chest hurt when I looked into his eyes for that brief second. I was ready to drop to my knees and beg at that point. “Don’t you dare fucking touch me.” he seethed his voice wobbling , it was like a slap in the face. Breathing got harder when he turned his back on me. The cold wind had no affect on me , i was numb already. I couldn’t let him walk away from me. My chest tightened and anger rushed through me. “Frank stop fucking walking away from me!” I bellowed , I was pissed at everything. He quickly turned on his heel. Normally his glares were cute but this time i was pretty sure he wanted me to drop dead. “Why so you can feed me some bullshit excuse?” he snapped. It felt like he had my heart in his hand and he was squeezing gently, threatening to pop it. I felt like I was going to throw up. He held his sweater close to his body , he looked so innocent. A cold wind picked up his hair , making him look like a broken angel. Squeeze. “I promise you it wasn’t what it looked li-” I begged but he cut me off. “Oh , you promise?” he snapped. The hand on my heart got tighter. There were tears stinging my eyes , threatening to fall from my eyes. “Just like you ‘promised’ you wouldn’t fuck this up?” the crack in his voice squeezed tighter. He offically popped my heart when he doubled over and started crying hysterically. I couldn’t hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. Soon there was a slight dampness on my cheeks. I quickly wiped them up , i couldn’t let him see me cry. My body felt as if it were going to crumble to watch him cry like that. I wanted to hold him tight to me and kiss his trembling lips. God it fucking hurt. Johnny Cash said love would burn , but i never thought it’d hurt this bad. “How could I have been so stupid?” he wheezed at the white ground. More tears flowed from my eyes easily. I rubbed them harshly away with my palm. My body ached , my fingers trembled to soothe him. I missed him already and he haden’t even started. “Frank you need to listen to me..” I said softly. I needed to explain to him what had happened. “No you need to fucking listen to me.” he snapped violently jabbing a finger at his chest. I recoiled on the inside. I let him finish , looking at the ground. “I trusted you with my virginity.” he said sadly. Pain seeped from his words. His sadness was so thick it almost seemed tangible. The day I took his purity was the best day of my life. There was so much passion and love it was suffocating , in the best ways of course. He took my breath away with his innocent moans. My heart stuttered at the memory of his blissed out face. “God , I even went the extra mile a-and trusted you with my well being , my soul.” Honor lightened my heavy feeling for a few brief seconds. He rubbed away the tears fiercely. Then he started laughing humorlessly. Each one of his delicate giggles cutting deeper into my heart. He was laughing as if this were the funniest joke ive ever told. Precious tears rolled down his face and he laughed, his face betraying what he was feeling. “Its really fucking funny to fuck with Frank Iero’s feelings isnt it?” His statement made me want to punch a hole through a wall. He fucking made me cry. Thats really fucking funny. He chuckled again rubbing away more tears , another chilled gust of wind blew his hair. “Frank , stop.” I growled threateningly. He didn’t know what happened. “Why the fuck would you tell me to stop?” he snapped sarcastically , tilting his head to his side with a fake curiosity. Another laceration sliced my beaten heart. More liquid crystals dripped from his eyes. He looked horrible . there was nothing more I wanted to do than kiss him. I wanted to hold him in my lap and wipe away those horrible tears that flowed down his face. But I couldn’t help flashes of anger that bubbled in the pits of my stomach. If he’d just listen to me , this would all be better. Neither of us would cry anymore , instead we would be having make up sex. “The fact that I actually believed you when you said you loved me , is the funniest part actually.” he sniffed and more wretched tears soaked his collar. God , he thought I didn’t love him? The day I stop loving him is the day my heart fucking stops. He’s my first love , the fucking love of my life.
Did I not say “I love you” enough? Were my kisses not enough? I would give myself up for him.
“I do love you , Frank.” i choked out. He couldn’t leave me , it was too early. "I call mother fucking bullshit" he snapped. Unease curled itself into my stomach. We could make so many more memories , hell. I still had more fucking love for him. “I can’t tell which is funnier , your impeccable acting skills or me being so fucking stupid to believe you. I mean its just so fucking unrealistic , whatever we had. The playboy of the school falls for the fucking quiet , nervous nerd.” he sputtered out , completely unknowing of the wounds he was placing on my heart. After his small rant he started to cry again. I hated to see him cry , but I was too afraid to touch him again. I didn’t want him to hate me more than he already did , if that was even possible. I would cut my fucking heart out for him. I would get on my knees and beg until my knees bled. I would do anything for him not to leave me. Instead he turned on his heel , clutching his books and walked away. Anything for him to be happy. I watched his beautiful figure sway back and forth down the street and out of sight. Once he was out of my eye sight , the tears that threatened to spill over eventually did. I collapsed on my knees and called out for him. I begged in the freezing snow for him to turn the fuck around and kiss me. The tears flowed at a non-stopping pace. It was such a funny thing how attached you could get to a single human over a month and a half. My numb hands pulled at the roots of my hair. It was like I needed his smile to get through the day. I needed his soft morning kisses every dawn when we woke up. I fucking needed him. “God fucking , fuck!” I screamed , pounding aimlessly at the chilled wet snow. Fucking Sammy. Fucking hooking up. Fuck everything. I just needed fucking Frank.

Notes

so, yeah this is what really happened. There will be a happy ending , I promise!
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