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Frank's P.O.V.
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Later that day, I got a text from Gerard. 'Earlier when I called you a fag, I didn't mean it.' He explained. 'Like I believe that.' I replied with. 'Are you mad at me?'
'No... I leave you here -for good reason too- ,you get pissed at me, make me come back, make me live on my own, I find out your cheating on me -with a girl I HATE nonetheless- and you "called" me a fag but I'm not mad at you.' He replied back a few minutes later. 'Look I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to go this far. I just, thought that when you left you wouldn't come back so I wanted a back up plan.' I rolled my eyes. 'Nice excuse.'
'It's not an excuse.'
'How is it not? I told you that I am sorry and I was going to come back if it was the last thing I did.'
'Whatever...'
that was the end of our conversation. I was very glad that that was the end. Since the first time I have seen him, I didn't want to talk to him. He made my days worse even when I just looked, no, thought about him. I just can't stand bitches...
Living on my own wasn't so hard as I thought it may be. It was much better than living with a drunk, abusive father. But it was worse than living with a over-protective mother. So, I guess it's fine for now.
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Gerard's P.O.V.
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I never meant to hurt him that bad. I feel so empty now that he is gone. It's a god awful feeling. I hate it so much. I have always had that feeling -being "unpopular" and all. But this is a different kind of empty feeling. I can't exactly describe it. I just feel... empty.
The next few days at school have been so different. I have people, besides Frankie, actually talking to me. It's so weird. I haven't seen or heard from Frankie since the last text I sent last night. And as for not seeing him, I mean, he's not on the bus in the morning or afternoon. I never see him around school -besides gym, but he wasn't in yesterday or today-. I am sorta worried. It's been two days since I last saw him, his birthday.
Shit! His birthday. That was the day he walked in on me and Alaska... I am such a bitch...
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Later that day, I got a text from Gerard. 'Earlier when I called you a fag, I didn't mean it.' He explained. 'Like I believe that.' I replied with. 'Are you mad at me?'
'No... I leave you here -for good reason too- ,you get pissed at me, make me come back, make me live on my own, I find out your cheating on me -with a girl I HATE nonetheless- and you "called" me a fag but I'm not mad at you.' He replied back a few minutes later. 'Look I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to go this far. I just, thought that when you left you wouldn't come back so I wanted a back up plan.' I rolled my eyes. 'Nice excuse.'
'It's not an excuse.'
'How is it not? I told you that I am sorry and I was going to come back if it was the last thing I did.'
'Whatever...'
that was the end of our conversation. I was very glad that that was the end. Since the first time I have seen him, I didn't want to talk to him. He made my days worse even when I just looked, no, thought about him. I just can't stand bitches...
Living on my own wasn't so hard as I thought it may be. It was much better than living with a drunk, abusive father. But it was worse than living with a over-protective mother. So, I guess it's fine for now.
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Gerard's P.O.V.
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I never meant to hurt him that bad. I feel so empty now that he is gone. It's a god awful feeling. I hate it so much. I have always had that feeling -being "unpopular" and all. But this is a different kind of empty feeling. I can't exactly describe it. I just feel... empty.
The next few days at school have been so different. I have people, besides Frankie, actually talking to me. It's so weird. I haven't seen or heard from Frankie since the last text I sent last night. And as for not seeing him, I mean, he's not on the bus in the morning or afternoon. I never see him around school -besides gym, but he wasn't in yesterday or today-. I am sorta worried. It's been two days since I last saw him, his birthday.
Shit! His birthday. That was the day he walked in on me and Alaska... I am such a bitch...
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EWWW another filler chapter! Don't you hate filler chapters!?
Sorry, I have something I wanna write but I am very stressed and tired to write it right now.
Will be out tomorrow! I promise!!
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Chapter 6 [link]
Chapter 7 [link]
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Chapter 15 [link]
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Chapter 18 [link]
Sorry, I have something I wanna write but I am very stressed and tired to write it right now.
Will be out tomorrow! I promise!!
I own nothing
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gerard....YOUR A BITCH! FRANKIE IM HERE FOR YOU!