Wipe Away Those Tears of Blood

Frank's POV

"So what fantastic idea does Petekey have?" I asked my boyfriend. He smirked at me and told me it was to do with getting gay couples together. Quite a shitty idea, if you ask me. Gerard cuddled up to me on the bed. I was over at his house for the night. Well, not exactly. I wanna take him out tonight. I wanna watch the sunset with him in a deserted field. I know it doesn't sound very romantic, but trust me, it is. I wanna waste my life with that guy. I wanna waste every second of my shitty worthless life with him. I really do.

"Uh, Gee?"

"Yeah"

"D'ya wanna go out tonight?"

"Like to Starbucks?" He laughed.

"No actually, it's a surprise. One I hope you'll enjoy." I kissed the corner of his mouth as he smiled.

"Sure thing, baby!" I smiled up at him and he laughed at my shortness. Hey, it's not my fault I'm short as fuck. He's my boyfriend, so he should learn to respect me and my height, as small as it may be. Nethertheless, I laughed with him cos he's just so goddamn cute.

~~~~~~~~~~~THREE HOURS LATER~~~~~~~~~

"What're your plans for tonight, boys?" Donna asked us.

"Uh, we're going out. It's kinda a surprise for Gee!" I giggled at my boyfriend. He shot me a 'what're you planning?' look, to which I smirked. He has no idea what we're going to do. No idea how romantic this is gonna be. Wow, I sound like a teenage girl. Gerard took my hand under the table and squeezed it for no apparent reason. The only emotion behind his actions was love. Real love. We finished eating the veggie pizza we ordered earlier and ran up to Gerard's room. I told Gee to put on sweats and a tee, something that can be covere in dirt, grass and hay. He put on grey joggies and a black ripped tee shirt saying: Why the fuck not?

"You look beautiful, babe!" I said to him as he showed off his clothes for the night. No matter what he wears, he always manages to look beautiful. I can't say the same about me...I still can't get over the fact that he loves me for who I am. Normal people don't look at me twice. But Gerard and I arn't normal. Normal is a setting on a washing machine. Do you want to be a setting on a washing machine, 'cause I sure as hell don't. I'd rather break up with Gee than be a setting on a washing machine. But I'm not breaking up with him, so I wont be a setting on a washing machine. God, that doesn't make any sense, does it? That the logic of Frank Iero: not making any sense whatsoever. That doesn't matter though. As long as I have Gerard, nothing matters. Well, almost nothing. Food still matters. So does air. And a bed...

"Frankie! Are we going somewhere or are you going to stare into space?" Gee giggled at my cluelessness. I don't blame him. I can be clueless at the best of times. I took Gerard's hand and we walked down stairs and out to the garden where my bashed up car stood. I opened the door for him and told him to sit. It was gonna be a long ride.

Notes

Hey guys! Im not dead! (I only dress that way) oh and i just bought a why the fuck not tshirt so that's pretty damn cool. How are you all? Tell me, are you guys enjoying this?? Okay, love ya and have a wonderful day/night! <3