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Gerard’s POV
So I kept to my word, I changed myself completely. I changed my wardrobe from old, band shirts and ripped baggy jeans to dark, fashionable shirts and black, skin tight skinny jeans. I even changed my hair. I chopped off my greasy, black hair and bleached it platinum blonde. Let me tell you, that bleach hurt like a bitch. Trust me bitches hurt. They had to bleach it three times. I wanted to rip my scalp off the whole time. I’m never going through that crap again. It was all worth it though because it’s for Frankie. I just hope he likes the new me and doesn’t freak like Mikey did.
He freaked and told me to change back to how I was. I just told him to shove it and that I can do whatever I want. In response he punched he so now I’m currently holding ice to my black eye. Not a great way to start off with a new me, but Frank is coming over to talk about things. I don’t know exactly what things he’s talking about, it was his idea to talk but I couldn’t be more enthusiastic. I hope he doesn’t fuss over my eye. I don’t want him to know Mikey and I are fighting. That won’t help me win him back at all.
******Three hours later********
Frank is coming over any minuet and buzzing around the house making it look good since moms been out all day and that’s what she does. I’m really trying to impress him if you can’t tell already.
The door bell rings and I rush to answer it, tripping a few times on the way cursing the table for being in the way and the random pair of shoes. I opened the door with a wide smile to greet Frank but it falls when I see there’s another guy with him. My eyes drift down to their linked hands and I wanna slam the door in their faces but force myself not to. I put on a fake smile and open the door for them to come in. This isn’t going to end well.
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So I kept to my word, I changed myself completely. I changed my wardrobe from old, band shirts and ripped baggy jeans to dark, fashionable shirts and black, skin tight skinny jeans. I even changed my hair. I chopped off my greasy, black hair and bleached it platinum blonde. Let me tell you, that bleach hurt like a bitch. Trust me bitches hurt. They had to bleach it three times. I wanted to rip my scalp off the whole time. I’m never going through that crap again. It was all worth it though because it’s for Frankie. I just hope he likes the new me and doesn’t freak like Mikey did.
He freaked and told me to change back to how I was. I just told him to shove it and that I can do whatever I want. In response he punched he so now I’m currently holding ice to my black eye. Not a great way to start off with a new me, but Frank is coming over to talk about things. I don’t know exactly what things he’s talking about, it was his idea to talk but I couldn’t be more enthusiastic. I hope he doesn’t fuss over my eye. I don’t want him to know Mikey and I are fighting. That won’t help me win him back at all.
******Three hours later********
Frank is coming over any minuet and buzzing around the house making it look good since moms been out all day and that’s what she does. I’m really trying to impress him if you can’t tell already.
The door bell rings and I rush to answer it, tripping a few times on the way cursing the table for being in the way and the random pair of shoes. I opened the door with a wide smile to greet Frank but it falls when I see there’s another guy with him. My eyes drift down to their linked hands and I wanna slam the door in their faces but force myself not to. I put on a fake smile and open the door for them to come in. This isn’t going to end well.
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