I Still Think You're Beautiful

"What the fuck are you doing?" Zacky spits. I ignore him and continue taking my stuff out of his room.

Earlier today I came to his house to pack up all my stuff, he was at work when I first got there, but I guess he's home now. "Packing." I mumble as I fold one of my shirts. I can feel the heat of his body behind me and his breathing on my neck.

"W-why?" He stutters. I sigh and put down the shirt I was folding, I turn around to face him and look him dead in the eye,

"I'm going back to Jersey, okay?" I turn back around and dig around for more of my clothes. "What?" He asks and I can hear the shock in his voice.

"My flight leaves in 8 hours." I say quietly. The room goes silent. I don't even dare to breathe. "Y-you can't just fucking pick up and leave!" He yells. He grabs my shoulder roughly and turns me around, I wince and look up to meet his eyes.

"Who said I was leaving permanently?" I spit. Zacky's face softens a little and he releases his tight grip on me. "I might come back..." I mumble, "If things don't work out..."

"Oh." Is all Zacky says. I nod and stare down at my black converse, his arms slowly wrap around me and he pulls me into a soft, gentle hug. "Well...I'll miss you." He whispers and squeezes me.

I nod again and don't say anything else. After he lets go of me, he leaves the room so I can keep packing my stuff. And for a small second I regret thinking about breaking up with Zacky..




GERARDS P.O.V

"Wait so he's coming here, as in here in New Jersey?" Miley asks for the millionth time. He seriously can't get over the fact that I've talked to Frank again.

"Yeeeees." I groan and rub my forehead. "He's coming here, to Belleville New Jersey."

Mikey nods and pokes my shoulder, "Are you gonna ask him to Prom?"

"I can't dumb shit." I spit, "I'm suspended, remember?"

"Just go anyway," Mikey shrugs, "They just can't stop you from going to your Prom, it's your fucking Prom. It's a once in a life time thing. They were just trying to scare you guys into being good."

"Yeah..." I sigh, "I guess. But still, I don't think Frank even wants to go. He told me he wasn't into that kind of stuff. And I highly doubt he wants to be around me anyway."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Mikey yells. I jump a little at his unexpected outburst, "Why else would he fucking come to New Jersey you dumb ass? He sure as hell didn't come to see his drunk ass loser of a father! He's fucking coming to see you! There's nothing else in Jersey that's worth his time!"

"Maybe." I say. Mikey groans and slaps his forehead, "You're an idiot Gerard, you know that?" He sighs.

"Well I just don't know why he would want to see me after everything I put him through-"

"BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU YA DUMB ASS!!" Mikey screams in my face, "WHY CANT YOU GET THAT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL? HES. IN. LOVE. WITH. YOU."

"OKAY OKAY JEEZ!" I scream back and push him away from me. "Anyway, I guess I should like, clean myself up. He's gonna be here in like 6 hours and I have to pick him up so..."

"Okay," Mikeu says, "You do that then."

I nod nod and my heart skips a beat as I realize that my Frankie is going to be here, with me, in less than 6 hours.

Notes

SORRY FOR THE SHORT FUCKING SHITTY CHAPETERS AAAAGHHH