What are you doing to me?

Once I woke up to find that Frank left and was going to be gone for a week, I locked myself in my room. Ray and Mikes kept telling me it was my tone that scared him. But I was angry- how could I have controlled that? I have never been so angry in my life. I learned that Frank was indeed, telling the truth. He had only said a few words to Oliver. Why didn't I believe him?

I've been waiting by the phone just incase he calls.or something, but nothing. I sighed, " please, just call to let me know you're okay". It was pointless, because I knew he wasn't listening, nor was he going to pick up the phone to call. He also hasn't answered his phone at all. Its been 3 days and I miss him like crazy.
In the past, I would've been more than happy to sleep alone; but now, it's lonely. I hate rolling over in the middle of the night, in search of him, and being rewarded with nothing but cold pillows. Everything was worse, eating without him felt like I was alone (despite Mikes and Ray being there), watching tv, getting ready for work- literally everything. I dreaded waking up and not having him there to give butterfly kisses to. I-
My phone vibrated. I jumped out of bed and ran to it.
"Hello? Frank??"
"Uh, no. Its Louis. We need you in at work today." To say that I was disappointed would be the understatement of the year. "What time?"
"Like, now."
"Be there when I can." I hung and the phone and dragged my feet getting ready.

°°°

I was in the mood for coffee, so I stopped by the shop around the corner from my job. I walked in to be welcomed with a sight that made my heart ache with sadness and longing.
Frank was talking to a girl with hair similar to mine. She said something I couldn't catch and he laughed aloud. I averted my eyes and turned to order my coffee. I tried my hardest to not look at Frank every few seconds.
But, I couldn't help myself. I missed him so. He was wearing the Black Flag shirt I bought him, along with black skinny jeans, white Vans and his green work apron tied around his waist.
He parted ways with the girl and started walking towards my direction. I grabbed my phone out if my pocket and tried to make it look like I wasn't staring at him while waiting for my coffee, which was inconveniently taking forever to be done.
He stopped walking when he saw me, I tried to put a confused look on my face. He looked around and them came up to me.
"Hey."
"Hey, Frank." I tried to keep the excitement out of my voice.
"How's it going? I know it's only been three days, but, it's the longest we've every gone without talking."
"Uhh... Its alright. I guess. What about you?"
"About the same. I've been thinking a lot and I think we should-"
"Gerard! Order for Gerard!"
"That would be you, I believe." he sounded sad.
"Yeah.."
"Well, I'll call you around 7 or so, okay?"
"Okay." I leaned in for a hug, kiss- some kind of physical contact with him, and was rather surprised when He leaned into the hug and kissed my cheek.
"Talk to you later, I should probably get back to work", and with that he was off.

I went to retrieve my order.
"Here you go, enjoy the rest of your day ."
"Thanks, ah you too. How much do I owe ya?"
"Its been paid for already, sir."
"Oh? By whom?"
"Frank."
"Tell him I said thanks, and give him this, please." I gave the guy a twenty dollar Bill.
"Sure thing! See you around!"


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Work was stressful- and it was just stacking books and helping people find the right book for them. Everyone seemed to be in a bad mood in one way or another. Which didn't help my nerves at all, and usually the store helped calm me down tremendously.
All day I was distracted by what Frank was going to say. Was he going to break up with me? Was he going to say he forgives me and come back home? Was he going to move out and only come and visit me during the weekends?
There was a bunch of things he can say, but I really hoped he came back home.

I opened the door to my house, which is empty. Nobody was home, there wasn't a car in sight. Huh, at least I get peace and quiet for a bit. But, in all honesty, the last thing I wanted to be was alone. I looked at the clock, it's was only 5 in the evening. That gave me two hours to eat and nap before Frank called.

I decided to eat a tv dinner and watch a documentary on the fall of the Third Reich. Those always interested me to no end. Everything was so tightly woven and almost fool proof- and would've been successful, only, Hitler let his ah, fear? For the Jews get the best of him. It was tragic and foolish, but I loved learning about the that particular part of history.

About 10 minutes into the movie, my phone began ringing. It was Frank. I took a deep breath before answering.
"You called early."
He chuckled, "yeah, got too anxious for my own good, I suppose."
I giggled, "that sounds like you. So, what's up?"
"I decided where we are and how we're going to continue with this relationship- only if you agree with it."
"Okay, lay it on me" I heard the desperation and fear in my voice. Not a good thing.
"Don't worry, it isn't anything bad. I've decided that I will stay for the remainder of the week, and will return home Sunday." My heart sored at the statement. He was coming home! "But.."
"But...?"
"You have to fix that tone. Like, get rid of it completely. If you are displeased or mad in any shape or form, you need to talk to me in a normal tone. I will not stand for anything but what I have said. No matter how much I love you- I will leave you permanently. Understand?"
I swallowed loudly, "I do."
"Okay, that's it. Do you have time to talk on the phone, or...?"
"I always have time for you, baby. How was your day?"
I pushed the table back and laid out on the couch as he launched into his tale from today. I missed this aspect of our relationship- being able to talk for hours on end. Never running out of topics to talk about.
It made me realize why I started to fall for him in the first place- his mind is beyond beautiful. There aren't words to describe it.
I had a huge smile on my face as he finished his story and I began to tell him about my stressful one. This feeling is what I have been craving for the last 3 days.
I hope that I would get to marry him one day, and raise a happy family with him and everything. The whole bit; kids, pets, the white picket fence, growing old and retiring together, all of it is what I want for Frankie and I.

Notes

*throws this lamely written chapter at y'all*
*hides behind a bush*
Its kinda short too, whoops.


- xo cellabrationaf