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Gerards POV:
I don't really remember much for from the night before. I just remember LynZ being there and then me throwing up everywhere. I mentally kill my self. I have royally fucked everything up for us! I slowly open my eyes totally aware of my hangover and I sit up slowly looking round. I'm in Franks living room and Frank is sleeping on the floor next to me. I bend down and softly kiss his forehead. His eye lids flutter open and he smiles sweetly at me.
"Morning, princess," he says giggling.
"hey! Who said I was the girl in this relationship!?" I said in a mocking tone. We both started laughing and he winced in pain.
"Wanna ice pack for your head?" Frank asked giggling.
"Please?" I hid my head under my blanket and smile. So far I woke up next to the greatest person EVER, my Frankie. And now hes helping me with my hangover. How romantic.
"Dude! What smells like vomit!?" I ask him.
"Look at your shirt," He responds smirking. I look down and see vomit stains running down the front of my shirt.
"Shit! Ummm... Do you mind if I borrow some clothes?" I ask. Already knowing the answer to the question. He nods and I walk up to his room to change. I slid out of my skinny jeans and took off my vomit stained shirt. I slip on a sweat shirt and walk down stairs. Yes, I am only wearing a sweat shirt and boxers. Its a fucking free country.
I walk into the kitchen and I see Frank making us coffee while humming and shaking his ass. I giggle quietly and walk over to him and wrap my arms around his waist and kiss his neck.
"Well someones feeling better," Frank said laughing and pushed me off of him. We both start laughing. He hands me a large cup of coffee and I sip it slowly.
"What do want to do today?" I ask casually.
"What ever you want to do. We should wait till your hangover ends and then we could hang out at the park. You can draw while I practice guitar," Frank said enthusiastically. I smile at him. It actually wasn't that bad of an idea.
"That sounds fun! But I would have to go pick up my sketch book from home. Is that okay?"
"Sure. I don't mind dropping you off," Frank smiles and I hold his hand.
"Is this a good spot?" Frank asks. I nod and we sit down on the bench looking over at the park's play set. I smile and pick up one of my sharpened pencils and glance over at Frank. Hes looking down at his guitar, tuning it. I angle my pencil and start drawing.
Franks callused fingers fly across the neck of the guitar, applying the write amount of pressure to the correct cords of the guitar. His Mohawk flops in front of his face as he concentrates.
My pencil smoothly glides across the blank page. I concentrate on my drawing but my focus is on Frank. Lines form on the page. They connect and form shapes. Trees, the lake, a bridge.
Notes turn into sweet music, and music turns into a song. A sweet melody and chorus. Peoples heads turns to our direction. Children stop swinging and mothers stop walking. Eyes glued on to Frank. But he doesn't seem to be bothered.
My pencil flies across the page. Putting in every detail. I get a brief glance at the scene I'm drawing and I smile. The outline of the picture is perfect. Nothing is out of place.
The melody ends and people get on with their lives. Frank glances over at me and cranes his neck to try to see what I'm drawing. I press the sketch pad to my chest and laugh.
"Why can't I see it?!" Frank asks laughing as he packs up his guitar.
"You'll be able to see it in 2 weeks," I say laughing. In 2 weeks is our 3 month anniversary. I see him smile in realization.
"Haha! Thanks, meany! Well I guess you wont be able to hear the song that I write for you," He smiles slyly at me and I push him lightly.
"Awww. That's sweet. I can't wait!" I say leaning my head on Franks shoulder. He strokes my hair lightly and people start to stare again. This time Frank notices and holds my face and kisses me full on the lips.
I kiss him back and I hear some angry grunts coming from the people staring. I break the kiss and we both start laughing. I look at the people who are now, not only staring at us, but glaring. I laugh and shrug my shoulder at them.
Franks phone buzzes and he picks it up and read the text.
"Dammit! I have to go, it was really nice spending the day with you, Gerard," Frank kisses me softly on the cheek and walks away. He turns his head and shouts in my direction, "I'll call you tonight!"
When he drives off I let out a loving sigh. LynZ plops her self next to me. She smiles and squeals.
"What!?" I say laughing.
"You and Frank are so cute together!!!" she screams. I cover her mouth with my hand and she licks it. I pull my hand back in disgust and she breaks out laughing.
"So you're not mad at me about the other night?" I ask.
"Nope. Its fine. You were totally shit faced drunk. I under stand," She smiles at me. But its just a mask. I can see the sadness in her eyes. And I'm pretty damn sure its not about the situation we are in now.
"LynZ... Are you okay?" I ask her. I was totally shocked when she starts crying. I shush her and put my arms around her. "LynZ! Whats wrong?" I ask as comforting as I can be.
"Everything... I don't know how to explain it. Things have been getting worse for me. I am sinking into a depression and my mom is making me eat normally and I keep gaining weight. And she says that if I ever purge again she will send me to some freaking recovery hospital and I just... just don't want to go," She starts crying harder and I slowly rock her back and fourth.
"Shhhhh.... Take a deep breath and try to calm down. LynZ, you're beautiful in every way! But not like this. This is society version of beauty and its disgusting! They say that you have to look a certain way to be considered beautiful. And LynZ, You already were. Before all this," I hug her tighter and kiss her forehead.
"Then why did you break up with me? Don't you love me?" She sniffles into my shirt.
"Oh, LynZ.. Sweety... I broke up with you because I'm gay. And I do love you, so so so much! But not like the way I love Frank," I smile at her and she smiles back.
"At least I can have a gay best friend now, right?" She says laughing.
"Yupp!" I say laughing. I clean off her tears and running mascara and kiss her nose. She giggles and hugs me again.
"Wanna hang out at my house and play Mario Carts like we used to?" She asks giggling.
"I will so kick your ass!" I get off the bench and help her up. I start to walk away then realize that I forgot my sketch book. When I turn around I see it in LynZ's hands. And shes looking at the picture that I just drew of Frank.
"Did you draw this?" LynZ says smiling.
"....yes,"
"It's like fucking crazy good!" She says laughing, "Have you shown Frank it?"
"Not yet. It isn't done. I have to so all the shading and stuff that will take me a couple of days. And I was planing on giving him it on our anniversary," I blush and look down.
"AwWWWWW!!!!! That's so fucking sweet!!!!" She squeals... again, "Don't worry, I wont tell Frank about his anniversary gift."
"Thanks, LynZ. Not lets go kick some ass in Mario Cart!"
I don't really remember much for from the night before. I just remember LynZ being there and then me throwing up everywhere. I mentally kill my self. I have royally fucked everything up for us! I slowly open my eyes totally aware of my hangover and I sit up slowly looking round. I'm in Franks living room and Frank is sleeping on the floor next to me. I bend down and softly kiss his forehead. His eye lids flutter open and he smiles sweetly at me.
"Morning, princess," he says giggling.
"hey! Who said I was the girl in this relationship!?" I said in a mocking tone. We both started laughing and he winced in pain.
"Wanna ice pack for your head?" Frank asked giggling.
"Please?" I hid my head under my blanket and smile. So far I woke up next to the greatest person EVER, my Frankie. And now hes helping me with my hangover. How romantic.
"Dude! What smells like vomit!?" I ask him.
"Look at your shirt," He responds smirking. I look down and see vomit stains running down the front of my shirt.
"Shit! Ummm... Do you mind if I borrow some clothes?" I ask. Already knowing the answer to the question. He nods and I walk up to his room to change. I slid out of my skinny jeans and took off my vomit stained shirt. I slip on a sweat shirt and walk down stairs. Yes, I am only wearing a sweat shirt and boxers. Its a fucking free country.
I walk into the kitchen and I see Frank making us coffee while humming and shaking his ass. I giggle quietly and walk over to him and wrap my arms around his waist and kiss his neck.
"Well someones feeling better," Frank said laughing and pushed me off of him. We both start laughing. He hands me a large cup of coffee and I sip it slowly.
"What do want to do today?" I ask casually.
"What ever you want to do. We should wait till your hangover ends and then we could hang out at the park. You can draw while I practice guitar," Frank said enthusiastically. I smile at him. It actually wasn't that bad of an idea.
"That sounds fun! But I would have to go pick up my sketch book from home. Is that okay?"
"Sure. I don't mind dropping you off," Frank smiles and I hold his hand.
"Is this a good spot?" Frank asks. I nod and we sit down on the bench looking over at the park's play set. I smile and pick up one of my sharpened pencils and glance over at Frank. Hes looking down at his guitar, tuning it. I angle my pencil and start drawing.
Franks callused fingers fly across the neck of the guitar, applying the write amount of pressure to the correct cords of the guitar. His Mohawk flops in front of his face as he concentrates.
My pencil smoothly glides across the blank page. I concentrate on my drawing but my focus is on Frank. Lines form on the page. They connect and form shapes. Trees, the lake, a bridge.
Notes turn into sweet music, and music turns into a song. A sweet melody and chorus. Peoples heads turns to our direction. Children stop swinging and mothers stop walking. Eyes glued on to Frank. But he doesn't seem to be bothered.
My pencil flies across the page. Putting in every detail. I get a brief glance at the scene I'm drawing and I smile. The outline of the picture is perfect. Nothing is out of place.
The melody ends and people get on with their lives. Frank glances over at me and cranes his neck to try to see what I'm drawing. I press the sketch pad to my chest and laugh.
"Why can't I see it?!" Frank asks laughing as he packs up his guitar.
"You'll be able to see it in 2 weeks," I say laughing. In 2 weeks is our 3 month anniversary. I see him smile in realization.
"Haha! Thanks, meany! Well I guess you wont be able to hear the song that I write for you," He smiles slyly at me and I push him lightly.
"Awww. That's sweet. I can't wait!" I say leaning my head on Franks shoulder. He strokes my hair lightly and people start to stare again. This time Frank notices and holds my face and kisses me full on the lips.
I kiss him back and I hear some angry grunts coming from the people staring. I break the kiss and we both start laughing. I look at the people who are now, not only staring at us, but glaring. I laugh and shrug my shoulder at them.
Franks phone buzzes and he picks it up and read the text.
"Dammit! I have to go, it was really nice spending the day with you, Gerard," Frank kisses me softly on the cheek and walks away. He turns his head and shouts in my direction, "I'll call you tonight!"
When he drives off I let out a loving sigh. LynZ plops her self next to me. She smiles and squeals.
"What!?" I say laughing.
"You and Frank are so cute together!!!" she screams. I cover her mouth with my hand and she licks it. I pull my hand back in disgust and she breaks out laughing.
"So you're not mad at me about the other night?" I ask.
"Nope. Its fine. You were totally shit faced drunk. I under stand," She smiles at me. But its just a mask. I can see the sadness in her eyes. And I'm pretty damn sure its not about the situation we are in now.
"LynZ... Are you okay?" I ask her. I was totally shocked when she starts crying. I shush her and put my arms around her. "LynZ! Whats wrong?" I ask as comforting as I can be.
"Everything... I don't know how to explain it. Things have been getting worse for me. I am sinking into a depression and my mom is making me eat normally and I keep gaining weight. And she says that if I ever purge again she will send me to some freaking recovery hospital and I just... just don't want to go," She starts crying harder and I slowly rock her back and fourth.
"Shhhhh.... Take a deep breath and try to calm down. LynZ, you're beautiful in every way! But not like this. This is society version of beauty and its disgusting! They say that you have to look a certain way to be considered beautiful. And LynZ, You already were. Before all this," I hug her tighter and kiss her forehead.
"Then why did you break up with me? Don't you love me?" She sniffles into my shirt.
"Oh, LynZ.. Sweety... I broke up with you because I'm gay. And I do love you, so so so much! But not like the way I love Frank," I smile at her and she smiles back.
"At least I can have a gay best friend now, right?" She says laughing.
"Yupp!" I say laughing. I clean off her tears and running mascara and kiss her nose. She giggles and hugs me again.
"Wanna hang out at my house and play Mario Carts like we used to?" She asks giggling.
"I will so kick your ass!" I get off the bench and help her up. I start to walk away then realize that I forgot my sketch book. When I turn around I see it in LynZ's hands. And shes looking at the picture that I just drew of Frank.
"Did you draw this?" LynZ says smiling.
"....yes,"
"It's like fucking crazy good!" She says laughing, "Have you shown Frank it?"
"Not yet. It isn't done. I have to so all the shading and stuff that will take me a couple of days. And I was planing on giving him it on our anniversary," I blush and look down.
"AwWWWWW!!!!! That's so fucking sweet!!!!" She squeals... again, "Don't worry, I wont tell Frank about his anniversary gift."
"Thanks, LynZ. Not lets go kick some ass in Mario Cart!"
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