I Still Think You're Beautiful

I pull away from Frank, hating myself. His girlfriend died less than 24 hours ago and I am fucking kissing him. Way to help get over it Gerard, real nice.
I gasp, my eyes widening, "Oh my god.. I'm- Im so sorry Frank. I don't know what I was thinking."
"Nonono, it's okay." He smiles weakly, "I don't mind."
I shake my head, "Im sorry, it's just that I feel so much safer with you and I guess so really like you...even though we just met...Im sorry."
He laughs, "Why are you sorry? I kissed you first. Then I let you kiss me again."
I shake my head again. His arms are still around my waist, hugging me into him. "Oh shit, my bad." He blushes and lets go of me.
Frank looks up at me, his hazel eyes stare into mine, I look into them, noticing the specks of green that pop out in them. He sighs and pushes his hair back a little, "Gerard, I honestly really do like you, and as you just said, even though we just met."
I stare at him, a tiny bit confused, "But, you should take things a little slower Frank. You literally just lost you're girlfriend. You should take some time to clear your head and think things through before you decide you actually do like me."
He nods, chewing his lip ring in thought. "Well, I guess you're right. Give me two days."
I smile at him weakly. We stare at each other until the bell rings.

The rest of the day goes by agonizingly slow. Cheerleaders flirt with me, nerds attempt to ask me out, jocks invite me to parties, teachers yell at me every five seconds. And yet, Jared doesn't even look at me, not once. And I see him about 500 times a day.
The last bell of the day rings and Frank And I walk out of the boys locker rooms. Everyone is sweating due to the hardcore game of Capture The Flag we just played. Frank was really good at it, considering he was really fast cause he was so small, and he could squeeze through people with the flag.
Franks breathing is heavy and his hair is sticking to his forehead, "I thought Jersey was supposed to be cold."
I laugh and push open the double doors, "We have really weird weather here. It decides to change randomly."
"Sounds fun." He mumbles and pushes his hair back.
We start to walk home, slowly, talking and learning more about one another. I build up my courage, meeting his gaze and reaching for his hand, lacing our fingers together. Frank smiles and blushes slightly.
We walk in silence, our sides pressed together. All is peaceful until someone runs past us. The person is talk and thin and their blonde hair bounces as they take each step. Jared. He runs past, putting his hands over his face, sobbing loudly. I sigh as my heart begins to ache, feeling as if a train has crashed right into it.
Frank squeezes my hand, "What's wrong with him?"
I shake my head, "I don't know anymore ."
We walk for about five more minutes before Frank stops I front of a very small but pretty looking house. He drops my hand and sighs, "Well, this is where I leave you." He steps in front if me and stands on his tiptoes, pecking my cheek. "Bye Gee." He smiles and waves slightly, walking away slowly.
"B-bye Frankie." I say. Then I walk home, smiling like goofball al the way there.

Notes

I hate hospitals, and doctors. They aren't fun.
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