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I Still Think You're Beautiful

Chapter 10

"GERARD GET UP!!!"

My eyes shoot open, my heart beating fast. I wake up face to face with Mikey who is laying next to me on my bed. "WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!?" I scream and sit up, rubbing my forehead. "Why THE FUCK did you do that?"
"Cause it's a Saturday." Mikey says, giving me a bitchy smile.
"You're supposed to sleep in on Saturdays, fucktard." I sigh and he sits up next me.
"Oh by the way," He says, "I invited Frank over. He'll be here in twenty minutes." He gets of my bed and gives me the middle finger, then walks up the stairs.
"Dick." I mumble and get out of bed. I fell asleep in my close, which is not normal for me.
I get dressed and brush my teeth and everything, making sure I look presentable. Honestly, I have no idea why but I was actually nervous to see Frank, which I find strange.
I rush up the stairs and the scent coffee consumes me. I hear some voices, my moms, Mikey's and one that's familiar, yet unfamiliar.
I walk into the kitchen to find Mikey and Frank. Mikey is sitting on the counter drinking coffee while Frank is leaning against it talking to my mom.
"Morning Motherfucker." Mikey says when he sees me. "Michael, language please." My mom says, giving him the death glare.
"Mikey rolls his eyes and sips at his coffee, looking down at Frank.
Mom smiles when she sees me, opening her arms for a hug, "Morning Gee."
"Uh hi." I say and barely hug her back, looking at Frank who smiles adorably. Mom pulls away and sighs, "Well, I'm off to work. Mikey, please don't get herpes, and Gee, please don't get you or Frank arrested. "
Frank laughs as my mom walks out the front door, waving goodbye. Mikey jumps off the counter onto my back, "HI GEE."
I push him off, making him fall to the floor, "Go play with Alicia."
"First of all, I can't. She broke up with me." He laughs, "Im dating Sarah."
"EW." I say, making a face. Sarah was a total slut who banged every guy she saw, and she was waaaay older than Mikey, "Go play with Sarah then."
Mikey shrugs, "Okay. Bye." He smirks at Frank and winks, "Good luck, shorty."
Mikey leaves and Frank gives me a weird look, "He's crazy."
I nod, taking Mikey's half full coffee mug of the counter, "He needs help, lots of it."
Frank laughs and watches me while I drink, a blush forming on his pale skin.
"So whattya wanna do today?" I ask, stepping closer to him so our chests are inches away from one another's.
He shrugs, removing a piece of black hair from his face, "I dunno, what do you wanna do?" He asks and looks up to me my eyes.
"I don't care as long as your here." I smile. "How about we watches some horror movies or something, then go out later?" He smiles brightly, "Yeah yeah, that's sounds fun."
I grab his wrist gently, he winces slightly, making me wonder as lead him to the couch. I tell him to sit on the couch and get comfy, which he does.
I go through the movies and pick out Paranormal Activity and hold it up to show Frank and he nods, smiling. I smile to myself and put it in.
I smile him and jump into the couch, startling him. I sit on the opposite end if the couch, away from him to give him some space.
The movie starts and stare at Frank, seeing how engaged in the movie he is. I've seen the movie a billion times, so I know when all the jumps scared are coming and they don't scare me.
We're at the part where the kids are in the bathroom and this demon or some shit shows up unexpectedly. Frank jumps up and looks at me, embarrassed.
"C'mere." I say and open my arm. He scoots over to me and I wrap him in my arms, his head relaxed on my chest.


When the movie ends, Frank ends up in my lap somehow, his arms around my neck and mine around his waist as we talk about random things, like music and movies and comic books.
"How's your lip?" I ask him, noticing that the gash is healing up.
"It-it still hurts a little bit."He sighs, "I have to get it pierced again cause its going to heal."
"I know how to make it feel better." I smile, looking into his green eyes.
"Really, how?" He asks teasingly, giving me a funny look. "Like this." I say and crash my lips into his. They're so soft and warm, it's just amazing. I close my eyes and he kisses me back with passion. I pull away from him, my forehead resting on his.
"Gerard," He smiles, "I think it's all better now."
I laugh and take my forehead off his, giving him a loving look. We sit in a comfortable silence, just staring at each other. "Frank, I have something to ask you."
"What do you have to ask me?" He says, raising an eyebrow.
"Frank," I say taking a deep breathe, "Will...will you-you be my uh boyfrie-"
"Wait." He sighs, "There's a few things you should know about me first, before you uh, decide anything."
"Okay, like what?" I ask, my face dropping slightly. Frank jumps off my lap and sits next to me, grabbing one of my hands, "Well, I-I have a lot of problems. Like, please don't judge me." He looks into my eyes and rolls up his hoodie sleeve. I take his tiny arm in my hand and look at it. He has scars that look like cat scratches that go all the way up his arm. I look up to meet his gaze, see tears forming in his eyes, "I'm sorry Gerard, I'm not normal."
"Don't EVER say that Frank! You're completely fine!" I scold him, them soften my tone as I ask, "But what do this Frankie?" "Because I'm an ugly emo fag with no fiends who should go fucking kill himself." He says and starts crying.
"You are not fucking ugly!" I tell him, "Your not ugly, you're beautiful! I still think you're beautiful with those scars! And don't you even think things like killing yourself!"
I let him fall into my chest as he sobs, "I-I bulimic too, I can't keep my food down."
"Oh Frankie...." I whisper, kissing his hair.
"See," he chokes out, his hands gripping my shirt, "Im not normal."
"Yes you are." I say, "Mikey used to be bulimic. And I have depression. I've never erm self harmed but, I've attempted suicide. Twice."
"B-but why you?" He asks, letting go out me and sitting up. I look into his eyes and wipe the tears off his cheeks as he speaks, "You're perfect Gerard, why...why you?"
"Who says I'm perfect?"
"Bert, Jared, Pete, Mikey, Matthew, everyone at school." He tells me, like he's shocked I don't know this.
"Nobody in the school knows that I'm gay or depressed besides Mikey and Jared. Everyone else assumes that I have easy life. Everyone thinks I bang got cheerleaders every night and I get everything I want. But I don't. I don't get anything I want. And I sure as hell am not banging any cheerleaders." I laugh lightly, and Frank smiles
"I thought that when I met you, I also thought you were really pretty, Gee." He says and blushes.
I lean down and peck his lips, "I thought you were the most most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on besides coffee. You were just like something out of a fairy tale."
"Oh shut up." He says and rolls his eyes.
"What? It's true." I laugh and ruffle his hair. I then look at him seriuisly and say, "Now, tell me about your dad"
Frank sighs and looks up to meet my gaze, "He drinks a lot and uh does a lotta drugs. He doesn't give a chickenshit about me and he didn't even know I existed, basically. He got my mom pregnant when she was nineteen and she never told him. So, my father learned her had a 15 year old son about a month ago. And here I am." He laughs trying find humour in it as I listen, "When get home from school he usually isn't home. He's at bars and stuff and he doesn't come back until like two in the morning. Then he blames me for him being drunk and just like, beats me I guess."
"Frank," I gasp, "Thats child abuse! He can be arrested! You know that right?"
"Uh yeah but, I don't have any other family so..." He sighs, "Please don't tell anybody, they'll send me away or something."
I sigh and push a piece of his hair back, tucking it behind his ears, "As much As I hate not saying anything, I won't tell anyone."
"Thank you Gee." He whispers. "Now what were you going to ask me?"
I smile, letting out a little laugh, "Frank, will you be my boyfriend?"
He smiles, blushing, "Yes Gerard, I will."

Notes

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Comments

I just reread this for the 6th time and I am in tears

This story is amazing :) keep up the good work.

Lost_Soul Lost_Soul
7/5/16

On chapter 18 when Gerards like, "WHAT THE FUCK!" I instantly thought 'Immaculate misconception motherfucker!' and visualized Chris getting spit on by black paint

FrerardMomma FrerardMomma
6/24/16

THIS IS SO FUNNY OML HAHAH

FrerardMomma FrerardMomma
6/24/16

First fic ive ever read where people have actually tried using people of different skin colors

FrerardMomma FrerardMomma
6/24/16