High School sucks (Frikey)

Well If You Wanted Honesty

Frank

I heard Mr. Way call my name asking where Mikey and I were. I walked up towards the opening of the door and then waved out at him.
"Mr. Way..." I said hesitantly.
Mr. Way patted my shoulder and then gave me a hug saying, "Thank you, Frank. For everything. I wouldn't know what could've happened next if you didn't see Mikey." Then he hugged me tighter, as i hugged back. He let go to walk over to Mikey. He sat on the chair and held his hand. Worrying about his little brother.
"What made him do this?" He cried as he dropped his head on the bed. As I stood there watching Mr. Way cry over Mikey, I couldn't stop the tears running down my cheeks because how am I going to tell him that I'm the cause of this? I'm the bastar who made him destroy himself. I need to think.
"Mr. Way, may I be excused? I'll be back in a while." I asked hopefully that he wouldn't accuse me of anything because he sort of knows that I'm friends with Seth and the others.
I didn't hear him answer, but when I looked up, I saw him nodding and waving his wrist allowing me to leave.
I walked out of the room and took a deep breath.

Okay, Frank. Tell Mr. Way that you are the cause of Mikeys self-destruction. Tell him that you are very sorry that you will do anything to get back his trust. Both of theirs. Mikey needs to believe and trust you, Frank.
I don't think I can do this, I don't think I can do this. He'll get so mad, he'll be furious! He'll tell Mikey to stay away from me, avoid me, but wasn't he told to stay away from bullies ever since as a child? Okay, whatever. But I don't want him to, I want to know Mikey. I actually have feelings for him. He's just so cute with his glasses that they stay at the tip of his nose, his bangs covering his forehead and sometimes gets to cover his beautiful eyes, the way his cheeks turn pink when he sees me or when he's really tired, his lankiness (I don't want to sound rude, but it's terrifying to see that he's THAT skinny), his awkward knees, the way they knock each other when he walks, he's smart, can be sarcastic and humorous. I smiled at the thought the but the tears wouldn't stop rolling down my cheeks. I can't be in love with him! He hates you Frank! You've been beating him up since he was a freshman, and now he's tired of your shit. Besides, he won't even return your feelings because you are just not even in the top interests, Frank Anthony Iero.

Fuck, how am I going to do this?

I breathed out with frustration and slumped to the floor with my head in my hands thinking, tapping my head with my fingers, contemplating on what to say.

d-_-b

Get your shit together, Frank.
I had enough courage to open the door and enter. I saw that Mr. Way didn't move a muscle, and all I could hear from him were stifled sobs, so I put my hand on his shoulder, "Mr. Way, I can watch him for you if you want to take some time?" I said. He nodded and then stood up, and patted my shoulder. He opened the door and closed it quietly.

I took some breaths and looked at Mikey. His cheeks are getting the color again, but of course, his arms are still bleeding. I could see the blood staining the bandages.
I pushed away some of Mikeys hair out of the way, so that I could see his beautiful features. Absentmindedly, I cupped one side of his face with my hand, stroking his soft cheek with my thumb.
I sighed and spoke up quietly, "Mikey, I know you hate me because I've been beating you up with Seth ever since you were a freshman. I'm sorry for everything I did to you. I promise I won't hurt you anymore. Apologizing to you was the top priority for me, but I never have the time to. Most of the time you're on the floor, cussing, and it's just embarrassing going to your level just to talk to you. My worst fear is you'd hate me forever, you wouldn't accept my apology, but if you'll be that way, okay, at least I was able to tell you that I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you, I promise. Seth wanted to see you in pain because he's a homophobic douchebag dick for no fucking reason." I sighed, and whispered homophobia is gay and then chuckled by myself, moving my hand away from his face to hold his hand.
"I'm saying all of this because I thought we could be freinds, or something else, but I doubt that'll happen after everything and you hate my guts. I really want to know you, Mikey. I really do, but I always look for the possible situations that go down." I messed up my hair with frustration. I sighed and looked at Mikey, then brushed another strand of brown hair out of his face, then again, putting my hand down and looking at my hand holding his, and then I spoke again, "All I've known about you are from terrible rumors that are spread by students and Seth. Of course Seth starts it because he's a dick, he has nothing else to do but ruin everyones lives because he doesn't even know what his life means, he doesn't know where his is going. Even if you were the popular kid in high school, it will all go down to shit when you go to college. Especially, work, work doesn't care. You're just a normal human being working your ass off to pay for your needs." I rubbed my face with my hand and sighed again.
"All of those insensitive things said, I defended you when he was spreading rumors. It resulted into me getting a bloody nose." I laughed, stroking his hand. "I said, 'hey man, what's your problem? You barely know the person, and you're doing this shit?' And you probably know what happened next." I chuckled. Yeah...
"I just don't know how to say this. To you or your brother that I'm also the cause of you doing this, and I just wanted to ask for your forgiveness, from you and Mr. Way.... More so from you." I said nervously when I said more so from him.
"Mikey. You're just- agh! I don't know!" I pulled on my hair.
"I like you. I really do. It's just because you have the most beautiful smile, so sweet, so innocent. The most beautiful smile that the girls I've ever been with can't be as beautiful and sweet as yours. You smile like you don't care, you're in a world so unaware." I smiled as well.
"Your glasses are always at the tip of your nose. I always think that it's defying gravity when you wear it." I chuckled.
"Your hair always covers your beautiful eyes, your legs are just- I can't explain it. Your legs are envied by the girls in school. They say they want legs to be just as skinny and good looking as yours. And your knees! Your knees are adorable, they always knock on each other when you walk. It makes you look ever cuter." I sighed and smiled as I stroked the back of his hand with my thumb.
"It's okay if you don't feel the same way. It's just that you're really different. You're unique, you're fun, humorous." I smiled.
"The best part about you is that you're beautiful. Everywhere. Everything about you. Inside and out. It's unbelievable because..." I sighed, looked down to my lap and closed my eyes. And spoke again, "I think I love you, Mikey. It sounds crazy, but..." I sighed again then looked up at him, "I love you." My eyes widened because I was caught in a piercing gaze by those hazel eyes that always haunted me. Mikey was staring back at me. His cheeks flushed. Wow, the blood got back quick. Mouth slightly open, and cheeks stained with tears.

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Okay I am so sorry for the wait! I'm always tired while typing this, always telling myself I'll update, but I don't.
Sorry! Hope you enjoyed this! I made a Sarah Smiles reference here.
(Sarah Smiles - Panic! at the Disco)