"Frank?"
I couldn't believe that Frank, my Frankie, was sitting in front of me. I was happy and almost ran into his arms. I probably would have, if it weren't for the fact his last words to be were playing like a broken record in my head.
"Bree, I don't love you like i did yesterday. "
That was the last thing he ever said to me. And now he was sitting right infront of me. This angered me. He had left me, knowing what it would do to me. I mean, I was still bullied when i was with him, but atleast it was easier with him. He not only broke my heart, he left me here with John. I knew istantly that this wouldn't go as planned.
"Hi, Bree. H-How are you?" Frank looked scared. I almost wanted to let my anger go and just make out with him. Almost.
"I'm fine, Frankie," Opps. Don't call him frankie. "Nice of you to show up. " My tome was cold as ice , and unwelcoming. Frank flinced at the sound of my voice.
"Listen , Bree-"
"Don't call me bree. " I glared at him.
"Okay, listen, Bridget. I have to explain things to you. I know this will sound weird, and you'll hate me, but I have to tell you. "
"Well, Frank, I can't hate you more than i do, so shoot. " I practicly snarled. Whoe. Calm down, bree.
"Okay. Mikey, leave."
"NO! ," I screamed. I wanted mikey in here.
"What is he, your boyfriend?" frank sounded worried.
"Yes." The male voice behind me said. Despite all of the shit happening, I was happy Mikey had said yea. But frank wasn't. Before i knew what was happening, Frank had pulled out a gun, spitting out a line of profaninties.
The gun was aimed at mikey, but Gerard's was aimed at me.

Notes

Duh duh duh duhhhhhhh.