I Still Think You're Beautiful

Gerard's P.O.V

"Hey Gerard....its me..." a familiar voice stutters through the phone. It's a weak, yet strong familiar voice.

"Um...who-who is this?" I ask, half knowingly realizing who it is. The line goes silent for a good solid two minutes, I don't even dare make a sound, let alone breathe.

"F-Frank..." The voice finally says. I freeze. My heart stops beating and my stomach churns violently, I don't know what to feel or what I am feeling. "Oh." Is all I can say. I'm so shocked I feel like I'm going to pass out.

"I-I'm sorry," Frank says. I can tell he's crying, I can always tell. "I-I should t have called...I-I'm sorry I bothered you-"

"N-no," I interrupt, "It's fine, Frank. Don't worry about it. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine.." He sniffs, "H-how are you-"

"You're not okay Frank." I sigh, "Tell me what's wrong. I don't care how awkward this is for the both of us, tell me what's wrong."

"I...it's just...my boyfriend, who I'm pretty sure is my ex now," He sobs, "I...he just...I guess he almost raped me." He lets out a bitter laugh and sniffs again. My heart breaks a little as I take in what he said, "I-I'm sorry Frankie." Shit. I tense when I notice I called him Frankie.

He goes silent and I listen as he sobs for another minute, my heart aching as he does so. "I-is my dad still in J-jersey?" He asks, breaking the sad and eerie silence.

"I...I guess." I answer. "Why?"

"I....I wanna come back to Jersey." He chokes out. I smile, I don't know why, but I smile. He's actually thinking about coming back, back to me. "I did say I'd wait for you..." I mumble. After I say it, I pray he didn't hear me.

"Yeah" He sniffs, "You did. I guess." I don't say anything for awhile and just listen to his breathing, "I miss you" I blurt out, not even thinking. But it's true, I do miss him. A lot.

"You mean that?" He stutters.

"Yeah," I smile, "Of course I do."

"I think I'm coming back to Jersey." He whispers.

"I'll be here." I tell him, "Waiting for you."

"Okay," He says, and I can practically hear him smiling through the phone. "Bye Gerard."

"Oh wait!" I say before he can hang up. "Will you be here before prom?"

"Why?" He asks curiously.

"I was...I was just wondering." I sigh and rub the back of my neck.

"Oh okay," He says, "Maybe. But...bye Gerard."

"Bye Frankie." I smile. And he hangs up. "I love you." I whisper with phone still against my ear, even though he not on the line anymore. And I mean it, I really do love Frank Iero.

Notes

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