I Still Think You're Beautiful

I wake up the next morning wrapped in Franks arms with my face buried in his shoulder. I can still tell that he's sleeping from the deep even breathes he's taking. I lay there for a moment, feeling a little confused until I remember last nights events. My heart twists in pain and my eyes feel with tears, pretty soon I'm just straight out sobbing my eyes out, trying to be as quiet as I can so I don't wake Frankie. But my breathe hitches and his eyes flutter open, "Aw, baby." He sighs and pulls me closer to him as one of his hands reach up to stroke through my hair. I melt into his touch, moving in closer to him and continue to cry as hard as I can. "I'm sorry Frankie" he sniff and he rubs my back, "What are you sorry for? There's nothing to be sorry for" "I...I just hate putting all this stress on you and all my problems and I just feel really bad.." I whisper. Frank lets out a deep breathe and brings me up to meet his gaze, "Gerard, don't feel bad. This is why I'm here, to help with your problems and make you feel better. You shouldn't ever feel bad, you're not stressing me at all. I love you, okay?" "I love you too Frankie" I reply and close my eyes again as Franks fingers run up and down my back, lulling me back to sleep.


When I wake up again, Frank is still next to me, one of his arms wrapped around me with my head on his chest while his free hand holds his phone. I shift a little and throw one of my arms over his waist, letting myself snuggle into him. "Well good morning sleeping beauty" Frank giggles and drops his phone on the mattress. "Akndxnsj" I mumble, not in the mood to talk. "You comfy?" Frank asks softly and kisses my forehead. "Is this what it's like to be a bottom?" I ask out of nowhere, "Like...getting held all the time and free kisses...because I think I like it." Frank laughs and places his forehead against mine, "Not really" We both go silent for a few minutes, just looking into each other's eyes. "What...what time is it?" I finally ask and Frank responds, "1:08" "Damn" I sigh. "I missed you" I tell Frank and he smiles, I smile back sadly and press my lips to his softly. He kisses me back, our lips moving together gently and lovingly, both of us just enjoying the closeness of one another. We pull away at the same time and Frank just stares at me for minute, "What are we Gerard?" I peck his lips and mumble, "Anything you want us to be Frankie" He smiles, little blush forming on his cheeks as he snuggles down into my chest, letting me hold him this time. "You're so skinny..." I barely whisper and Frank shifts a little in discomfort. "You've been eating right?" "Yeah" he mumbles, "But it still doesn't stay in my stomach. Nothing's really changed Gee" "We'll fix it...I promise. We'll fix everything baby." "I'm tired" Frank yawns and nuzzles my neck. "Didn't you sleep?" "No, I was up all night just in case you woke up and needed me." He answers and I smile, "You didn't have to do that, you should've slept my love" "Mm I didn't need too, I'll do anything when it comes to you" he slurs, his voice heavy with sleep. "Just close your eyes Frankie" I whisper as he slowly drifts off to sleep. I quietly reach for my phone on the bedside table, being careful not to wake Frankie. After a minute I find myself going through me and Jared's old text messages, scrolling through pictures of us, and just remembering things he said. A stray tear runs down my cheek as I realize that he's really gone and it's my fault. It truly is my fault. My self doubt is interrupted by my phone vibrating in my hand, signaling that I have a text message...but it's from a blocked number. I open the message, reading it and instantly knowing who it is. 'So I hear the faggots back...Just watch your back Gee Gee'

Notes

woohoo I'm finally updating like I used to. Comments?