Party Poison

Frank/Ghouls P.O.V I watched as Party walked past me into the house. I called him, but he ignored me. Great. When will I learn to watch my fucking jealousy? I know he won't cheat on me. So why can't I stop getting so jealous? I know exactly why. I have to go talk to him. I found Party in his bedroom. He was sat at the desk, frowning, his tongue out slightly as he drew something. I approached him, slowly. "I don't have time for your fucking jealousy." He snapped, not looking up. "So if you're here to have another go at me, fuck off now. I'm done." I stopped walking as tears blurred my vision. "I...I'm not." I managed. "I'm so sorry, Gee. I know you would never cheat on me. I..it's just..." I sighed as I run my fingers through my hair. I sit on the end of the bed and look over at him. "I'm sorry bout your friend. Sand Storm seemed nice." Party put his pencil down and rubbed both hands over his face then rested his forehead on them. "He was." He sighed. He turned the swivel chair so he was facing me. "What do you want, Frank?" He crossed his arms over his chest. His face was emotionless. "I w...want you." I admitted. He frowned. "Why?" He asked. "So you can find something else to accuse me of? Maybe you think I'm sleeping with Bob or Ray? Or maybe you think I've turned and am sleeping with your mum? Or is it incest this time? Do you want to accuse me of fucking my own brother? After all, you were quick to believe I was a traitor. Why not a disgusting, inbred who fucks his family members?" I blinked the tears away and wiped my face with my hand. I let the tears flow freely. "I'm sorry." I cried out. "I know you wouldn't do any of that. I'm a idiot. I can't help it. I love you so much." He huffed. "If that's what you call love, I don't fucking want it." He spun back round to face the drawing he was doing, but just stared down at it with his hands on his knees. I stood up and walked over to him. I grabbed his shoulder and spun him round to face me. I gasped as I saw tears rolling down his cheeks. He looked at me with a really sad look. "I can't do this, Frankie." He sobbed. "Everyone I love or care about is dying one by one. Every time someone dies, I have to shrug it off and be a leader. The strong one. I have to protect Mikey at all costs. But if it was only him, I could handle it. But I have to protect everyone else too. They all look up to me to lead them. To help them. To look after them. How the fuck can I do that if I can't even look after myself? I don't sleep much, I hardly eat and my own fucking boyfriend thinks I'm a lying, cheating traitor. Yeah, I make a brilliant leader." He put his head down. I knelt down infront of him and cupped his cheeks, lifting his face so our eyes met. "You ARE a great leader." I told him, gently. "Everyone looks up to you because your amazing. You can do anything when you put your mind to it. Your everything to everyone. A brilliant friend, a amazing brother, a awesome substitute dad, D's fantastic unofficial adopted son, and a extremely sexy boyfriend. I don't think you'll cheat on me. I don't think your a traitor. I really do love you. My insecurities make me lash out. But I shouldn't lash out at you." I sigh. "I'm scared your going to realise how much better than me you are. That I'm not worth your time. Because I'm not good enough. Your too good for me." I let my hands drop and stood up, looking at the floor. "I'm nothing." He stood up and lifted my face to look at me. His hand on my shoulder. "Don't ever say that, Frank." He ordered. "You are and always will be worth my time. You are more than you think. Your smart, funny, drop dead gorgeous." He kissed my lips, briefly. "I'm not better than you. I'm not too good for you. You ARE worth it. You are NOT nothing. You are Frank Anthony Iero. You are Fun Ghoul. You are mine. Always. Forever. My sexy Frankie. The man who makes me feel better. The man I love." I stared up at him with a dopey smile. "I really love you, Gee." He smiled as he leaned down and kissed me. Time Lapse>>>>>>>>>> One hour later. I opened my eyes to see Party sat at his desk again. I guess our love making didn't help him sleep. Unlike me. "Come get some sleep, baby." I said, sleepily. He turned to look at me, smiling. "I need to work, honey." "How much have you done?" I asked. He sighed. "Nothing. I can't think straight. I keep thinking of Sand Storm." "Come get some sleep." I repeated. "Your no good to anyone if you aren't fully rested. Come back to bed." I smirked. "I have a plan." He climbed back into bed and pulled me into his arms. "Oh? What's that?" He asked. "Well." I said as I traced circles on his chest. "Sleep, make love, food, make love, work, make love, sleep then make love." He laughed. "So you want a sexfest?" I propped myself up on a elbow so I could grin down at him. "That's the plan." I admitted. He kissed my nose. "Your such a animal." I grinned. "So are you, in bed." I smirked. "So wild. I can't get enough of you. You are amazing." He laughed again. "Wow." He said. "Your not bad yourself. Although there is room for improvement." I punched his arm, playfully. "Cheers." He rubbed his arm and laughed. "I was going to offer to help you improve." He admitted. "But I've changed my mind now." I gasped. "No." I acted hurt. "Please help me. I love you?" He rolled his eyes. "Fine." He sighed. "Seem as you asked so nicely. I love you too. But after sleep." I smiled. "Can I kiss you first?" He sighed again. "Fine." He faked disinterest. "Kiss me, you animal."

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Love as always.xxx