Demolition Lovers
You Only Hear The Music When Your Heart Begins To Break
Gerard's POV
I inched towards Frankie in hopes to ease up his mood from the news. He stood at the foot of the bed as lifeless as a stone sculpture. "Are you going to say anything?", I shyly asked as I slid into his view. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words surfaced. He was speechless, and not the good kind. He dropped his head and ran his fingers through his luscious raven locks. He gave me one last gaze with his tear filled golden eyes and walked out of the room. I threw myself onto the bed and attempted to hold back my tears, but my body wasn't having it. I threw punch after punch into our pillows as water streamed from my eyes and pillow stuffing decorated our bedroom. This was the biggest moment of my life , but it would cause me to lose the best thing that's ever happened to me because Frank moving was completely out of the question.
As independent as he was, he was and always will be a die hard Jersey boy. He'd die for this place and he refuses to leave his mother like his father did. It rolled around to 2:00am, I laid there with my eyes swollen and our room a wreck. Broken glass and feathers laced the hardwood floors, it was times like these that I was grateful for them. I tiptoed through the mess and turned the corner to see a zombielike Frank staring at the television. I sat down next to him causing his body to jump, but not lose his concentration. "Are you gonna do it, Gerard?", he asked while still not looking at me. His tone was dry and sharp, so sharp it probably could've cut me. "Well, fucking are you or not?", his voice was even colder than before. I shrugged my shoulders out of indecisiveness while he shook his head and laughed in disbelief.
"Frankie, I don't want to leave you and I know you don't want to leave Jersey, but don't you think it would be better for us?", I moved towards him, but before I could even brush him, he jumped up off the couch and pushed past me.
"Better for us? US? What the fuck is "us" anymore, Gerard? We've discussed this. I'm not leaving my mom behind no matter what. This move would benefit me in no way, shape, or form. We both fucking know that. You whine and moan about how you don't want to leave me. Then guess fucking what you should do, Gerard. Don't fucking leave. You're not weaseling me anymore. Fuck that." He threw the glass framed picture of us against the wall, shattering what seemed like our world into a million pieces, and stormed out of the apartment. I dropped to the floor and picked up the photo, after brushing it off, I held it against my heart as I cried and the glass shards fell from my broken figure.
There was no easy way out of this one. We both knew that.
Frank's POV
Tears and spit had to of built one or two layers over the interior as I drove to God knows where. I threw my fist against the leathered passenger seat and noticed the yellow fluff starting to float from every punch I landed. I had hit it so much that the leather had began to split. I pulled up in front of the old lake we used to meet at and jumped out the car. I screamed in the night air out of frustration and fell into the grass. I laid back and watched the stars graze the sky hoping that it would work it's relaxing touch on me.
**1 hour time lapse**
"Hey...hey Frankie. Wake up honey. Please"
I felt a soft touch nudging against my shoulder and I rubbed my eyes open. I was slightly irritated that this stranger woke me up, so I pushed their hand back and sat up. I looked over to see Kristy seeming a little taken back by the shove, but still kneeling at my side. She asked if I was okay and I nodded without even glancing at her. She sat back and relaxed, but you could tell she was trying to keep her distance as a result of our last encounter. "Look, about the other night...don't worry about it.", I said to her calmly and she relaxed even more. She shot me a smile, I felt a warm feeling pass through me and I smiled back. We started talking about what was going on in our lives and as I went to mention Gerard, I caught myself and I wasn't sure why.
"After you pushed me away, I thought I had scared you off for good. I'm really sorry about that night, I don-" She was cut off by the union of our lips as I laid her back onto the lawn. Our lips moved together perfectly, as did our bodies. I ran my hands all over her body as she nibbled at my lips. It felt just as I had imagined, perfection.
In my mind I knew I was wrong, but I couldn't help myself and I didn't want to.
I inched towards Frankie in hopes to ease up his mood from the news. He stood at the foot of the bed as lifeless as a stone sculpture. "Are you going to say anything?", I shyly asked as I slid into his view. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words surfaced. He was speechless, and not the good kind. He dropped his head and ran his fingers through his luscious raven locks. He gave me one last gaze with his tear filled golden eyes and walked out of the room. I threw myself onto the bed and attempted to hold back my tears, but my body wasn't having it. I threw punch after punch into our pillows as water streamed from my eyes and pillow stuffing decorated our bedroom. This was the biggest moment of my life , but it would cause me to lose the best thing that's ever happened to me because Frank moving was completely out of the question.
As independent as he was, he was and always will be a die hard Jersey boy. He'd die for this place and he refuses to leave his mother like his father did. It rolled around to 2:00am, I laid there with my eyes swollen and our room a wreck. Broken glass and feathers laced the hardwood floors, it was times like these that I was grateful for them. I tiptoed through the mess and turned the corner to see a zombielike Frank staring at the television. I sat down next to him causing his body to jump, but not lose his concentration. "Are you gonna do it, Gerard?", he asked while still not looking at me. His tone was dry and sharp, so sharp it probably could've cut me. "Well, fucking are you or not?", his voice was even colder than before. I shrugged my shoulders out of indecisiveness while he shook his head and laughed in disbelief.
"Frankie, I don't want to leave you and I know you don't want to leave Jersey, but don't you think it would be better for us?", I moved towards him, but before I could even brush him, he jumped up off the couch and pushed past me.
"Better for us? US? What the fuck is "us" anymore, Gerard? We've discussed this. I'm not leaving my mom behind no matter what. This move would benefit me in no way, shape, or form. We both fucking know that. You whine and moan about how you don't want to leave me. Then guess fucking what you should do, Gerard. Don't fucking leave. You're not weaseling me anymore. Fuck that." He threw the glass framed picture of us against the wall, shattering what seemed like our world into a million pieces, and stormed out of the apartment. I dropped to the floor and picked up the photo, after brushing it off, I held it against my heart as I cried and the glass shards fell from my broken figure.
There was no easy way out of this one. We both knew that.
Frank's POV
Tears and spit had to of built one or two layers over the interior as I drove to God knows where. I threw my fist against the leathered passenger seat and noticed the yellow fluff starting to float from every punch I landed. I had hit it so much that the leather had began to split. I pulled up in front of the old lake we used to meet at and jumped out the car. I screamed in the night air out of frustration and fell into the grass. I laid back and watched the stars graze the sky hoping that it would work it's relaxing touch on me.
**1 hour time lapse**
"Hey...hey Frankie. Wake up honey. Please"
I felt a soft touch nudging against my shoulder and I rubbed my eyes open. I was slightly irritated that this stranger woke me up, so I pushed their hand back and sat up. I looked over to see Kristy seeming a little taken back by the shove, but still kneeling at my side. She asked if I was okay and I nodded without even glancing at her. She sat back and relaxed, but you could tell she was trying to keep her distance as a result of our last encounter. "Look, about the other night...don't worry about it.", I said to her calmly and she relaxed even more. She shot me a smile, I felt a warm feeling pass through me and I smiled back. We started talking about what was going on in our lives and as I went to mention Gerard, I caught myself and I wasn't sure why.
"After you pushed me away, I thought I had scared you off for good. I'm really sorry about that night, I don-" She was cut off by the union of our lips as I laid her back onto the lawn. Our lips moved together perfectly, as did our bodies. I ran my hands all over her body as she nibbled at my lips. It felt just as I had imagined, perfection.
In my mind I knew I was wrong, but I couldn't help myself and I didn't want to.
Notes
Hey guys!So I'm on leave right now (finally). Military life becomes a drag after a while, but I'm gonna try and keep my updates pretty frequent over the next few days. Don't put money on that because I said the same about my Sims and I think they're dying. Lol but I hope you guys still like it!
Love you Killjoys!
Britt :)
8/15/13