My Beautiful Romance. My Innocent Romance. [MCR boyxboy]

Chapter 24~Are You Ready?

a/n I already got the song for the next chapter >.< be proud!

I love this song.(song Are You Ready by Three Days Grace)

if you look on youtube the vidoes are 4, 5 and 6 years old. i feel old and i'm 13. I miss the past

if you've ever seen Raise Your Voice with Hillary Duff the reason they play that song at the 3DG concert and in the car before he gets hit is foreshadowing that something is going to happen, asking if she's ready to deal with it. Sorry I'm in movie appreciation class and I notice these things in like everything I watch, which isn't alot. maybe that's foreshadowing ;D

Chapter 24~ Are You Ready?

Frank's P.O.V.

** THREE MONTHS LATER**

It's been three months since I snuck out of the hospital with Gerard. The hospital wouldn't let him alone with me after that, but I was only in there two more weeks until my stitches were taken out. Now I'm free as a puppy with a broken leg. Aren't puppies cute? (a/n I sound like I'm high, but it's frank the dog lover >.<)

"You wanna come out to dinner with "a client" and I?" my dad asked, walking in the room.

"Sure. I don't have to cook," I smiled and jumped off my bed.

"It's a nice reastraunt so put on a button up. Something fancy," he added, leaving the room.

I went to my closet and found the only shirt I had that was fancy. It wasn't even fancy, just a plain button up. I grabbed a nice pair of skinny jeans and threw them on before heading to the livingroom.

"So who is this "client" we're meeting?" I asked.

"His name is Adam," my dad informed, and with that we left the house to go to this fancy restraunt.

"Frank!" a man exclaimed as we walked in. He stood up and greeted my father with a peck on the cheek. Just like my dad.

"Adam," my dad introduced us. "This is my son Frank, Frank this is Adam."

I held out my hand. "Pleasure to meet you," I said with a smile.

We got seated at the table and ordered our food.

My dad and Adam were talking and my phone vibrated.

"Frank, I need help." it read. It was from Gerard.

"What's wrong?"

"Put your phone away, Frank," my dad scolded.

"Gimme a minute," I said as I got another text.

"Frank," my dad said in a warning tone. He took the phone out of my hand and put it in my pocket. "This is a nice restraunt. Don't text."

Crap. I know my dad won't give it back now. Even if something's wrong with Gerard, he'll think I just want my phone. I'll have to wait 'till dinner's over. Hopefully Gerard won't be mad.

Gerard's P.O.V.

I was reading a comic book when my mom called for Mikey and I. We both walked to the kitchen to find my mom crying.

"Mom, what's wrong?"I asked, worried while Mikey gave her a hug.

"It's G-grandma Elena. She-she passed."

I immediatly started crying. Grandma Elena tought me how to sing and draw, two of my favorite things.

I ran to my room, locked my door and grabbed my phone and my iPod. I put headphones in and blasted My Chemcial Romance (a/n don't forget they're a band without Frank, Mikey and Gerard) and texted Frank.

"Frank, I need help." I typed.

"What's wrong?" he replied. 

"Grandma Elena. She passed" I sent it and got lost in the music, waiting for Frank to reply.

After ten minutes he still hadn't so I sent another text. "Frank, please help. I don't know what to do"

I had never told anyone, but before I met Frank I'd cut myself before. When I moved here the bullying stopped and I met Frank, so I haven't done it since.

I started sobbing harder. There were two things I wanted to do right now: talk to Frank and cut. If I talked to Frank I knew I wouldn't cut, but he has to fucking reply.

"Frank. please. I don't know what to do and I don't want to go back to the way I was before."

My phone vibrated and I opened the message immediatly.

"Gee, mom went to do another shift to get her mind of things and I'm heading to Andy's. Call if you need anything. I would come in your room, but I'm guessing your talking to Frank or listening to music so I'll leave you be." My heart sank when I read the message from Mikey.

So everyone was leaving me here alone? Does no one care about me anymore?

I went to my old boxes of stuff, yet to be unpacked. I looked through all the things I didn't really use so I'd left boxed up. I finally got to an old Starbucks giftcard holder and pulled out the blade hidden inside. I pulled out one headphone so I could listen for anyone and put the blade to my wrist.

I thought about it and slowly pulled it away. Wrists were too obvious. I put the blade to my thigh and ran it across. I repeated on both my legs, creating multiple small cuts.

Most people do deep cuts but I had a lot of time to think things through before we moved here. Small cuts don't rip open and bleed as easily and they heal faster. Plus they sting while other cuts just hurt full on; they're different kinds of pain.

I'm probably crazy and need to go to a psycologist for putting that much thought into stuff like that, but it's not like I had anything better to do.

My phone vibrated and I looked at the screen. Frank <3

I rejected the call and threw my phone across the room. Now he answers. I've solved my problem and I don't need him anymore.