Good To Be Home
I couldn't stop thinking about him and the fight we had those years ago. Ever since we fought, we haven't spoken. It has torn me apart since day one. So I made one vow: To stop drinking. I promised to save myself for Bert, but that fight changed everything. I loved every part of him: His 5 o'clock shadow, hazel eyes, tangly black hair... But the best of all... Was his voice. It had tone, it had pitch... It had RANGE. It was the most beautiful voice I had ever heard... Everytime I hear one of his records, I still cry.

I'm very sure he doesn't want to speak to me agin. After the fight, I had to move on. There was always one person who was there for me, even with my fits of rage. I've cried on him, puked on him, even bled on him. And that man was Frank Iero. He's been with me for 5 years, but he's been by my side since day one. Unfortunately, I can no longer bare to put him through this "happy" relationship. I mean, I loved Frank, but I wasn't IN love with him. Things had to end.

I woke up staring at the ceiling, covered in my own sweat and blood. I rolled over and looked at the clock. It read 2:51pm. Sickened by my nightmares, I turned and puked all over the carpet. Frank watched in horror. Haunted, he whispered, "Gee... I thought we were done with this..." Crying, I say to him, " Frankie... I can't do this to you anymore... I'm sorry..." He sat down and began to whimper. "But Gee... Why?" I sighed. "Because... I'm in love with Bert." Upset, he nodded. "I'm sorry Frankie, I have to go." I kissed him on the cheek and walked out the door with nothing more than my car keys and my wallet.

When I got in the car, I raced through every stop sign and red light. After an hour of driving, I reached my destination. With almost no courage at all, I approached the front door. 'Should I do this?' I thought to myself. After all, I haven't spoken to him in six years. I stood on his door step, sweat dripping from my pores. Trying to stay calm and collected, I took a deep breath. 'It's now or never.' Finally, I knocked on the door. After some time of waiting, the door cracked open, enough for him to poke his head out. "How can I- Oh. Hey." Bert said to me, his eyes full of surprise. "Uh.. Hi. Can I come in?" I asked him, so quiet it was almost impossible to hear me. "Sure..." he replied, motioning for me to enter. "Bert," I began, taking a seat on the sofa. "Ever since our fight, I've changed, for the better. I quit drinking. I am completely so-"
"What about your boyfriend, Frank?" he mumbled, looking down.
"I broke up with him. I don't want to be with him; I want to be with you..." He looked up, his eyes red, tears welling up. "M-me?"
"Yes you! I love you Bert, always have. Ever since I laid eyes on you at the bar... I know I was abusive, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry about our fight, our past. If you give me another chance, I'll be the best husband I'll ever be-"
"Husband?"
I got down on one knee and removed a box from my coat pocket, opening it and revealing its contents. "Robert Edward McCracken, will you marry me?" He gasped and began to cry. Nodding, he mouthed, "Yes Gee, of course I will." I embraced him in my arms and pressed my lips against his. "In your eyes I lost my place. Could stay a while. I'm melting in your eyes, like my first time that I caught fire. Just stay with me, lay with me now?" he sang to me. "Baby of course I will. I love you." I replied happily, tears filling the corners of my eyes, again meeting his lips with mine. "I love you too Gee."
It felt so good to be home.