I haven't talked to much of anyone lately. I've pushed them all away. Except for Frank. I don't know what's made him stay and I don't care. I don't want to lose him, He's all I have. He checks up one me every day or so which is nice. He'll always say "Hey Gee, how's it going? You doing any better?". He always sounds so sweet. every few days he even comes over and cooks for me.
I guess he knows I won't cook for myself. One day he came over to cook for me as you know...
"Hey Gerard. How you doing today?"
"The same as every other day." I shrug.
"I'm making your favorite tonight." He says, grinning.
"Dude why are you doing this? I appreciate it but I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself." I said independtly. But I'm just lying. I like it when Frank comes over. I like the company. It's always quiet around here without Lindsey's consant jokes and Bandit's adorable laughter as she plays. I miss my babies.
"Obviously not" he says gesturing towards my showing ribs. I've gotten really skinny. Like i said, I haven't eaten.
"Just let me cook for you and I'll leave since I'm pissing you off so much" Frank said irritably.
"I didn't mean that." I said lowly. Shit. I don't wanna hurt him.
"It's alright. I understand." He said with a bit of a frown. I hate seeing him upset, especially when i know I caused it. When he went into the kitchen he dumped a bag of ingredients on the island.
Including Spaghetti noodles and Garlic Bread. My face lit up.
"You're making Spaghetti?." I said, with a bit of a spring in my voice, i smiled lightly, but i was giggling like and idiot on the inside.
"Told you i was making your favorite." He said with a smile. His smile comforts me. He comforts me.
"Go sit down while i prep the food." He said demandingly, yet jokingly. I did as he said. I'd do anything he says * snickers* but i'm getting off topic. i went into my living room, sat down and watched t.v.
Waiting for him. he came out a few mintues later. "The sauce is cooking." He said with a smile. He sat down next to me. Smiling at me.
"Sooo, have you talked to Lindsey lately?" He asked.
"I tried. She didn't answer though."
All Frank could think to do was hug me. he frowned.
"I'm sorry Gerard. So Sorry. I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better." A dirty thought crossed my mind that moment, but i quickly dismissed it. I try not to think of Frank that way but it's hard sometimes. He's so sweet, so cute, so, handsome. He's always been such a great friend. Were these feelings real? Or am i just hallucinated by the fact that Frank's the only person who talks to me?