*Jess’s POV*
After we both wake up, we decide to get room service for breakfast and spend the entire day in the hotel room. It’s a nice day. Full of some deep, some meaningless conversations. Tickles, finding each other’s weak spots, make out sessions, teasing, laughing, movies, googling what the movie was about when it’s over because we didn’t pay attention.
Then comes about 3 in the afternoon, and Frank has to get up to get ready and he needs to head to the airport. We discussed that since he had a rental car and I was in my hotel, which I had to stay in for 3 more nights, alone, we would say our goodbyes at the hotel.
When he was packing up his bathroom things, I took the liberty to call Dalton.
It rang 5 times when he picked up “Hey, you’re alive.”
“I’m really alive.”
“Who is he?” Dalton is really my best friend.
“I’ll explain. You won’t believe me, but I’ll tell you. Come back to the hotel around 5?”
“Sure thing!” I could hear the smirk in his voice.
“Who’s that?” There’s a tap on my shoulder, I jump out of my spot across the room.
“You scared the shit out of me!” I yell, but follow it with a laugh.
“Sorry, babe.” Frank replies as he chuckles.
“Oh, he sounds hot.” Dalton says over the phone, very loudly, loud enough for Frank to hear and start laughing his ass off.
“Yeah, I gotta go, Dalt. 5. The hotel. I miss you. Loves to you and the boys. Bye.”
“Kisseshugskisseshugs. Bye.” Dalton hangs up. He says saying “xoxo” out loud sounds stupid. He’s a mess.
Frank is looking at me with a confused yet amused face.
“That was Dalton. My gay best friend.” I say.
“Oh. Do I really ‘sound’ hot?” He ask, furrowing his eyebrows, smirking.
“Yeah, you actually do.” I say bluntly, keeping my cool.
“Oh, well, you’re gonna tell him about our last two days?”
“Yeah, is that alright?”
“It’s perfectly fine, I already told Gerard.” My eyes widen. When the hell did he do that?
“You what? When? How? Why? What’d he say?” I question, talking to fast.
“I told Gerard Way about this really awesome girl that I met. Last night, you were sleeping, I went out on the balcony. Because I needed my best friends opinion on what I should do about liking this girl a lot, and what I should do about the complications, such as the 13 year age difference and the distance.” He speaks calmly.
So many thoughts run through my head. He said he likes me. He went to one of my Idols for advice about me. But what did my idol say to him?
“You didn’t answer the last question.” I say, still stunned. Not knowing what to feel or say.
“Oh, right. He said the age thing is no big deal, you’re legal. And in all reality, 13 isn’t a big number. And that the distance can be solved if I finally make up my mind.” He says again calmly, clearly not seeing the big deal here!
“Make- make your mind up o-on… what?” Damn it, I stuttered.
“Well, I was gonna wait to tell you, because I didn’t want to get your hopes up. But, I might be opening a huge, I mean huge, studio here, that’s why I’m here now; so it’ll really help if I live here. I’ve been thinking about since the studio became a thing. But I have my kids, and my entire life in New Jersey. So, I don’t know what to do.”
The thought that he might live in LA makes my heart jump, and the only reason he’s thinking of not doing it is because his kids. And that’s okay with me.
“The custody agreement Jamia wants is fucked up, but would work well if I lived in LA.” He continues talking. “She wants one month hers, one month mine. That’s the best thing ever for living across the country.”
My eyes soften, and I can tell they are filled with hope. Frank smiles at me. This may work. Oh, my God.
He gives me a serious look. “We need to do something.” He walks over to me and grabs my phone off the bed beside me and hands me his phone. Oh, shit. This would be important.
“Oh, yeah. Okay.” I type my number out, and click the picture icon, point the camera out and makes the face where I scrunch up my nose and cheese, because in the last day with this man, I’ve learned he loves it. I know this because I do it when I’m tickled, and he fucking loves to tickle people, or at least me. Joy. He watches me taking the selfie and decides to do the same, cheesing in the camera as wide as he can. He’s so fucking cute.
He hands me my phone, and I look down at the bright little screen. He put his contact in as “frankie” with the skull and red heart emoji next to it, with that cute ass picture beside it. I smile to myself, but then look at the time. I sigh, my face turning sad.
“What is it?”
“Your flight leaves in an hour.”
He looks down at his phone. “Oh. Yeah it does.”
With that he walks away, double checks the room, and grabs his suitcase. He walks to the door and holds out his free hand to me. I walk over to him slowly.
“You got everything?” he barely whispers. I nod in reply. He opens the door, pulls me out of the room and closes it behind us. We walk silently down to the parking garage.
He puts his bag in the backseat and closes the door. I feel a hand around my waist and before I realize what’s happening, my lips are being pressed to his. The kiss is probably the best we’ve shared. It’s passionate, but with a hint of sorrow in it. No tongue, just our lips moving in sync and his hand running up and down my side, the other hand intertwined with mine. My free hand is busy at fucking up his hair. He releases first, after what feels like hours, and presses his forehead again.
“Thank you.” He whispers. What?
“Why do you say that?”
He talks with his eyes closed. “I’ve been in a really bad place these past couple of months, but with you, I felt almost whole again,” He doesn’t need to explain the almost, I know he means his kids. He continues, “I don’t want to leave that feeling. I don’t want to leave you.”
I have the biggest urge to just say ‘then don’t’ but I know I can’t. I know he has to get back.
“I can’t believe this happened to me,” I say, barely audible, but by the way he looks in my eyes I know he can hear me. “It’s just, I’m such a fan. This doesn’t happen to anyone, but it happens to me. It’s… I don’t know. These past two days were two of the best I’ve had. So, thank you, Frankie.”
He chuckles. “I know what you mean, and they were two of my best, too.” He pauses before continuing. “I gotta go, babe.” The word babe carries, like he groaned it. “I’ll call you when I’m home.”
He kisses me again.
“mmmk,” I mumble. “Safe travels, and I’ll be waiting by the phone.” Another kiss is landed.
“I’m” kiss. “so” kiss “glad” kiss “I” kiss “met” kiss “you.” Kiss
I laugh. And just smile in reply. He pulls me into his arms, hugging me tightly, he lets go, and slides into the car. He shuts the door, but the window immediately comes down. I bend down and kiss him again. Each of the past 20 kisses in the past 3 minutes meaning so much more than any kiss I’ve ever had.
“Bye, Frankie.” I smile trying to hold back the tears gathering.
“Bye, babe.” Then he started to back up, and I felt my heart drop. We remain eye contact, as we both fake smiles to try to make the other feel better. I wave, and he returns it with an “I’ll see you soon. I promise.”
And like that he’s gone.

Notes

This is shitty. Sorry. It's 2 in the morning. And I wanted to make the goodbye really simple. The next chapter will be just a little filler. But chapter 14 will really kick off all the drama I plan on adding. Hopefully. This fic will probably have about 50 chapters I think. And it could sequel out if this does well.
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