Oh my gosh you have NO idea how sorry I am for the hiatus folks! I should've updated this sooner, olol. But, matters aside, here it is! And it's about time too!
maybeimdead009 xxx
Chapter 6 - Part 1 (Frank POV)
I picked up the envelope and studied it carefully. Bright pink, unmistakably feminine, with a slight opalescent sheen to it. Oh my. This just screams dodgy. Nevertheless, I was too curious as to what was inside this carnation-coloured package, so I took a deep breath and opened it so carefully you could've sworn there was a deadly bomb inside it. But there was no bomb. Instead there was an A5-sized piece of pale pink paper, adorned with translucent flowers, hearts, and even butterflies. Where does the sender of this even find this shit? Ah well. Onwards to reading the contents.
Dear Frank,
You're probably a little creeped out by the envelope and the paper I'm writing on; I know you far too well. So, to save you from any further mental injuries, I'm going to decide to cut to the chase.
Frank, I love you. Oh, and, Alicia didn't cheat on me with James. I cheated on James with Alicia. Once I found them both in my bed, I pulled James aside and told him that if I ever see him again I'll kill him. And let's just say... He values his life. I guess there's killer blood in my family, haha.
I'm rambling, aren't I?
Ah well. It's because of my feelings for you I sent the guys to the shops so I could be alone with you. It's because of my feelings that I got very close to making love with you in your room earlier.
I can't control my feelings for you any longer, Frank. So your little proposition of a Saturday evening with me better be genuine.
I love you, but I do hope everything goes well with you and my brother.
All the best,
Mikey xxx 3
I took a few steps back and bit my lip, unsure of what I just read. I knew Mikey fancied me but... Love me? I couldn't believe it. On the sofa, his eyes glimmered with lust and anticipation as soon as I pushed him onto his back. In the bedroom... Well, he just looked like a complete animal, full to the brim with lust and passion. I could never have guessed there was any real love underneath it all. I sighed deeply and fished out the luminescent blue WKD from one of the many bags Ray came over with and slumped onto the sofa, and before long, every single bottle of WKD had been emptied and I passed out onto the sofa, not noticing Gerard's soft footsteps coming closer to me as I slipped away into dreamland.
You and me could have a bad romance, Mikey...
The Next Day
I awoke from my alcohol-induced slumber with an incredibly massive, pounding headache and aching legs, and sat up slowly. Before I could reach for my pack of fags, however, I noticed a tiny white slip of paper resting delicately on the small, cuboid packet. Deciding that I was now sick of notes and letters being left for me, I unfolded the paper and waited for my eyes to re-focus before I read what was written on it.
I'm sorry, Frank.
G xoxo
I sobered up almost immediately and ran out of the door, despite my black shirt was now undone, exposing my pale, tattoo-adorned torso. I looked to the left - nothing. I looked to the right, and that's when I saw Gerard's figure being handcuffed by a sheriff. No way. I'm not losing him. Not again. I ran towards him, tears now escaping my bloodshot eyes, and I stopped once I was next to him
"What do you want, punk?" the sheriff asked me sternly, squaring me up.
"To... Say... Goodbye" I panted, looking at Gerard with as much love as my half-asleep self could muster, and pulled him into a kiss. Soon, our arms were wrapped around each other's waists and our lips were moving in perfect synchronization. I felt as if we were one. This is the moment I realized - I love Gerard, with all my heart and soul. Once we finally parted, I looked at him and beamed. "I'm going to miss you, babe"
"And I'm going to miss you too, sweetheart" he replied, tears strewn across his pale, smiling face.
"I'll write to you every week baby, I promise" I say, my hand cupping his cheek.
"When you're done..." the sheriff said impatiently, and I stepped back swiftly and let him escort Gerard away to a certain jail sentence.
I walked back to my house, trying to look brave out in public, but once I got inside, I collapsed onto the floor in a fit of tears and angst. He's gone. My lover, my angel, my protector. The man who saved me from suicide way back in high school. He's gone, and I may never get him back. I scratch at my wrists until they're red-raw and scream until my throat can't take any more.
"F-Frankie?" a soft voice calls from the other side of my front door.
"M-Michael...? Oh, is it you?"
OOOOOHH! What a way to end a chapter, eh?
What does Mikey want from Frankie now? And how will Frank cope without the love of his life - Gerard - as well as the burden of a possible affair blossoming with Mikey?
If you want more, R&R would be the best thing to do! Thanks guys, love ya, and I hope this makes up for my lengthy absence! xxxx