I Still Think You're Beautiful

I wake up feeling unnaturally happy. I jump out of bed, a smile on my face, and search for some close. I slip on some black skinnies, a Metallica shirt, and black converse. I quickly skip into the bathroom and brush my hair down and try to get my eyeliner on without stabbing my eye.
I grab my backpack and run upstairs, still smiling. I run into the kitchen, grabbing a cup of coffee and a bagel. I stand there and eat the bagel quietly, taking sips of my coffee.
"GEEERRRRAAAAAARRRRRRDDDDDD!" Mikey screams and runs into to the kitchen, "YOURE FUCKING STOOPID!"
I smile, "Good morning dear brother."
Mikey's eyes widen and he takes a step back, "Who are you and what the fuck did you do with my brother?"
I shrug and take a sip of my coffee, "I dunno, the mothership is waiting outside, ask the alien queen."
Mikey scoffs and slaps my arm, "You watch to many fucking horror movies."
"You say fucking say fuck too much." I scold playfully.
"Yeah," He says and his face darkens, "Cause I'm Mikey fucking Way and I say whatever the fuck I want."
"Whatever," I say and roll my eyes, "Im going to school you dork."
"Bye! I fucking love you!" Mikey calls as I walk out the door.

I get to school and trudge down the hallways, avoiding eye contact with every cheerleader and jock that tries to get my attention. At one point I had some creepy girl walk up to me with a picture of my face and ask me to sign it. That, my children, is called taking it waaaayyy too far.
I finally get to my locker and punch it open, noticing that I haven't seen Frank at all. I pull out my books for the first two periods and shut my locker, checking my phone for the time. We had about 10 minutes before the bell rings.
I walk down the hall, toward Franks locker, avoiding eye contact with everyone once again.
I find Frank at his locker, taking out his books. I watch from a distance as two people walk up behind him. Frank turns around slowly, looking up at them and rolling his eyes. One if the two people get up in his face, yelling at him. Frank looks down, playing with his hoodie sleeve, a look of sadness in his face.
I rush over to him, pushing away the people in front of him. I step in front of Frank, shielding him. That's until I see who's looking back at me that I've made a big fucking mistake.
In front of me stands an ugly and disgusting face, a mess of black and colored hair sticks up in multiple places, and gross voice purrs, "Oh my, who do we have here?" "Is this my little GeeGee?" It adds quickly.
"I'm not your anything, I regret everything I did with you." I growl, staring into the demonic eyes of Dahvie Vanity.
"Trust me," Dahvie says, smirking evilly and leaning close to my face, "You loved everything we did."
"No.I.Didnt."
"Yes, and that's exactly why you moaned like a slutty whore."
Im about to punch him when I feel a tiny tap on my shoulder. I turn around and look down at Frank, he shakes his head and gives me a pleading look.
I sigh, unclenching my balled up fists.
"Bye, GeeGee..." Dahvie smiles, laughing satanatically. He blows me a kiss and walks away, flipping his hair.
"Nope." I say, "Nope nope nope I'm not going to school today." I sigh and tangle my fingers in my hair."Im leaving."
Frank steps in front of me, his hands on his hips, "Mr. Way, are you going to skip?"
"Yes, Mr. Iero, I am." I smirk, "Care to join?" I extend my hand.
"Gladly." Frank smiles and takes my hand, smiling up at me. That's when I notice that his lip ring is missing, it's replaced with a red gash that looks fresh.
We quickly sneak out the back doors, running across the parking lot, hand in hand, me dragging Frank along. We run into the woods, collapsing onto the ground, both of us laughing wildly.
I sit across from him, crossing my legs. He does the same, scooting closer, our knees touching.
"Frankie," I say after awhile of us staring at eachother, "What happened to your lip?"
He looks down, his face drops slightly, "My uh dad."
I let out a loud sigh, I reach for one of his hands and squeeze it gently, "Frankie...do you wanna tell someone about this?"
He shakes his head, "Please don't tell anyone."
"Okay." I say, giving him a sad smile. I pull out my phone and put on the radio, turning one the alternative station. We go through a few songs by Bleachers and Green Day until one of my favorite songs comes on.

"...Im Okay,but I went to see the doctor yesterday. To tell him how my heart is going crazy. It feels like I got hit by a train. So what is happening?.."
I stand up in front of Frank, reaching my hand down to him "Mr Iero, may I have this dance?"
He smiles up at me, showing his gorgeous teeth, he takes my hand I pull him up quickly. I place my hands softly on his waits as he snakes his arms around my neck, looking into my eyes as we start to sway back and forth.

"...He said listen, you fool, you're falling in love again. Falling in love, falling in love, falling in love will kill you. Falling in love, falling in love, falling in love will kill you, love will kill you."

Frank lets his head fall into my chest, his body relaxing into mine. I smile, hugging him close to me.

"....Im okay. But I had to see the strength begin today. To tell her how my head is going crazy, and things get all mixed up inside my brain, so what is happening? And she said shut up! You fool! You're falling in love again!..."

"...Falling in love, falling in love, falling in love, falling in love will kill you, love will kill you! I get lost into your arms, it'll kill you!"

I lower my head down singing the words softly in his ear, his grip on me tightening.

"I could last into your arms, it'll kill you! Falling in love, your falling love, falling in love. I could last into your arms..."

Frank looks up at me as the song finishes, his eyes wide and glowing beautifully. He blinks slowly, his red and black hair blowing in the wind, and I can't help but think of how beautiful he is. And how much I want him.
He stands on his tiptoes, his fingers sliding in my hair and he tilts my head down. He closes his eyes as I do the same, and our lips meet. I feel fireworks go off in my stomach as he runs his fingers through my hair, pulling on it gently. His kiss is warm and passionate and I feel...loved.

I've only known Frank Anthony Iero for a week and I think I'm falling in love with him.

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