High School sucks (Frikey)

That's All You Had To Say

Mikey

My head had a throbbing headache and I heard like someone was talking to me, holding my hand. It actually feels like a dream, or I might be dead already. That'd be good. I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt so heavy. I need to see who's talking to me. If it's Gerard I'm so fucked because now he's got me as one of his priorites and he's already got too much on his plate to take care of. I hate it.
I opened my eyes and it was all blurry, but the voice was getting clearer, with my vision already clearing up I could finally see who it was. My eyes widened, I could not believe my eyes. Frank. Frank Iero. Why the fuck is he here? He hates me. He's beaten me up since I was a freshman, and now he's beside me, in my room, holding my hand?!
I looked around to see where I was. My room. I looked down at my arms to see that they are bandaged and staining with blood. I tried to raise my head, but it just hurt so fucking much. So all I could do was try to listen to what Frank was saying, so I looked to him, his head bowed down looking at our hands, making my eyes have a stinging pain because the man that I've loved for years is holding my hand, but he probably doesn't mean it because I can't mean anything to him. He's probably doing this so that he looks like he cares. Cares about me. Saying all of that was causing more tears to fall down my face. Stop crying you bitch. No wonder you're always the preferred target by everyone. Even by your parents, weak faggot.

"... The best part about you is that you're beautiful. Everywhere. Everything about you. Inside and out. It's unbelievable because..." What? Because of what? Because?

"I think I love you, Mikey. It sounds crazy, but..." What? He loves me? How can he love somebody ugly like me? I'm even called a slut by the girls. I'm pathetic. A faggot. But why does he love me? How can he love me? Why would he think that? So many questions as to how can Frank Iero even love me?
I looked at Frank, saw that his head it still down, but looked up at me the next second saying, "I love you." Tears were threatening to fall, but they already did, I could feel my cheeks burning up and my mouth opened, but nothing came out.
Frank was staring back at me. I looked at our hands and then to his face back and forth.

"Uh... Mikey, you're finally awake." He smiled at me. His smile is fucking beautiful! How can a man like him be tolerating this shit?!
He didn't let go of my hand, so I tried to slowly pull away, but failed resulting into me making a hiss of pain from the injuries. Instead, he was the one who pulled away now that it got awkward because I'm already fully conscious.

"Don't move too much. Your wounds made you lose a lot of blood." He ordered with a sigh while changing the blood stained bandages. While he was changing them, all I could think of was what he had just said.

How can Frank love me? A lonely, emo, faggot bullied in school because he's gay. Oh, the irony. Bullied by the guy he loves. Stupid. Thinking about it wouldn't make the tears stop soaking my cheeks. I sniffed then Frank looked at me with concern in his eyes. He hurriedly bandaged the wounds and came closer to my face. He cupped my face with his hands and looked at me, stroking the tears away with his thumb, making me cry even harder. I looked at his eyes, then I started sobbing. I leaned into his hand, still sobbing, my tears filling up his hands.

"Mikey..." he said my name, making me cry even more. He brushed some hair out of my face.

I reached up to touch his face to know if he was actually in front of me. He's too perfect. I'll never make him happy.

"Mikey?" I couldn't stand it anymore.

I wrapped my bandaged arms around his neck and pulled him down a bit on top of me. Then I started sobbing on his neck, tears running down soaking his shirt.
Frank gently moved himself to lay down on the bed.
He placed me on top of him, me still not letting go of him, still sobbing.
Frank comforted me by wrapping an arm around my waist and stroking my hair.

"I'm... Worthless..." I said in between sobs. Frank hugged me tighter.

I didn't stop crying until I fell asleep, but Frank held onto me the whole evening in the comfort of his embrace.