I Still Think You're Beautiful

The next day is awkward. Mikey refuses to talk me and will barely even look at me. The only time he responded is when Frank needed clothes for school and Mikey's were the only one that would fit his tiny body. Mikey didn't go to school, after we left he went back to bed and pretty much didn't come out for the rest of the day.

School was boring, just more exams and being separated from Frank. The only time I saw him was when we walked home together, I asked if he could come over and he couldn't because he had too much homework and his dad was going to be pissed with him. That upset me a little because I literally had nothing else to do.

When I get home, the house is completely empty. Mikey isn't even there. I sigh and slam the door as hard as I can, then collapse on the couch. Seriously, today has been shit, utter fucking shit. One thing that pissed me off today was Mason, it's so fucking obvious that he like Frank, and it pisses me off so bad. Okay, yeah, I admit, I'm 'jealous'.

I sit in silence, thinking about everything and everyone. I'm interrupted when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I hold my breathe and pray that it's not who I think it is. And of course, just with my fucking luck, on the screen there are two messages from Jared. My breathe hitches and I throw my head back onto a pillow, an unexpected groan escapes my lips as my phone vibrates again. "Please. Shut. The. Fuck. Up." I mumble and bring my phone to my face.

From Jared:
Come outside

From Jared:
This is important.


To Jared:
Calm your shit im comin



With a deep sigh, I rise myself off the couch and trudge to the front door. I hold my breathe, scared to see what i'll find when I open the door. Slowly, I twist the knob and pull the door toward me. It's almost dark out, the streets are foggy, and the only thing lighting up the street in the pale light coming from the moon. The air is chilly, mostly because it's almost winter time. I hug my arms to my sides and step out onto the porch, searching around for where Jared could be. The wind blows and I become colder, mainly because I've been standing outside for 5 minutes. I'm about to go back inside when a grey car pulls into a driveway, the white headlights blinding me.

The car stops and I freeze, watching curiously and cautiously. The driver door opens slowly and I stare as Jared's blonde hair pops out. His tall, thin frame steps out of the car and turns toward me, he closes the door and locks the car.

"What the fuck do you want?" I call out. Jared walks up to me carefully, and I can't help but notice the suspicious and evil look in his grey eyes. "That's not a nice way to say hello GeeGee," He smirks and steps up the porch steps.

I scoff, "Well, I'm not a nice person now, am I?"

"I suppose not," He squints his eyes and steps closer, looking down at me. "and that makes me wonder, why does that boy love you?"

"I don't know, ask him." I spit.

Jared laughs and interlocks his fingers behind his back. "It's funny how you can know someone for three weeks, then decide you love them," he begins to pace around the porch, not breaking eye contact with me, "and you know another someone for 10 years, tell them you like them, then completely forget about them...."

"Just tell me what the hell you want so you can leave and get the fuck out of my face." I snap.

Jared chuckles softly, "You know why I'm here, don't you? You're playing stupid, you're trying to manipulate me with you so called 'innocence'...'' He stops where he's standing and looks at me, his expression dark, "All I can say Gerard, is good luck. And if you try to go to the cops, remember that I have this-" He pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket and shoves it in my face. It's a picture. A picture that haunts me. I try to take it from Jared's hands but he pulls it away before it I can reach it.

"Why are you doing this?" I scream, tears running down my cheeks. He places his index finger on my chin and tilts my head up, "Aww GeeGee, it's all in good fun..."

I pull away from him and wipe the tears from my face, "I'm not gonna fight you...I can't do this!" I yell, stepping away, "Why can't I just be happy?" I scream. My hands begin to shake and I fall to my knees, my head tipping forward to touch the ground as I sob harder and harder.

Jared's soft hand touches my back, I feel his warm body kneel next to mine as his arms wrap around me, "I'm sorry I have to do this..." He whispers in my ear, his long fingers stroke the back of my hair, "I don't want to do this to you, but it's part of the plan...I'm sorry Gerard....I love you so much." Jared's soft lips kiss my hair, I then feel his body warmth leave mine and I'm suddenly cold. I listen as his car engine starts and he drives away, not saying another word.

I take out my phone, blinking back my blinding tears.

To Frank: 8:04 PM
I need you...

From Frank: 8:06 PM
I need you too...please come over

I smile to myself, the throbbing in my heart slows a little. I rise to my feet and flatten my hair, my tears dry as my heart flutters and I begin to walk to Frank's house.

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