I awoke to see Frank curled up into a ball beside me. He actually looked kind of cute. I laughed to myself as I slowly and carefully lifted my body off of the bed.
I walked into the kitchen and looked around before moving to the coffee maker. This was an automatic function of mine, since I seem to have an obsession with coffee. At least that's what Frank says.
Frank. My best friend for 14 years. He was like a brother to me. We were close. Really close. Frank; The one who stayed by me all these years. I enjoyed being around him. Frank; The one who trusted me with his life. Frank; The one who never gave up on me.
My thoughts were interrupted by the faint sound of a soft voice. "Gerard?"
I jumped slightly at the sudden movement from the hallway. "Hey, Frank," I sighed.
"Um. Hi," he replied. "Gerard?"
"Hmm?" I replied, slightly raising my eyebrows to indicate that he had my full attention.
"I-I should leave now," he whispered.
"Why?"
"I'm bothering you," he answered.
I shook my head violently. "No, no you don't have to leave," I refuted. "You don't bother me at all."
Frank wore uncertainty on his face as he folded his hands together, moving toward the kitchen. He slightly shook his head. "I gotta go," he insisted as he slowly moved toward the door.
I thought fast and moved over to the coffee maker, holding up the fresh pot. "You don't want coffee?"
Turn to look at me, sighing in defeat. He turned hesitantly to the kitchen and dropped down into a chair. I grinned widely, knowing I had won. Of course and wanted him to stay. I enjoy his company. I couldn't let him leave like this. He needed me. I needed him. I wanted to tell him that but the words never seemed to come out right. He needs to know how special he is.
I chuckled as he adorably squished his face, feigning annoyance. His face lit up as I carried over a hot cup of coffee and sat down next to him. All was silent for the next few minutes I stared at Franks tattooed hands while he tightly gripped the hot mug, slightly trembling. I wanted to make it better. I wanted to let him know how much he means to me. If only he knew. Then he wouldn't feel so unwanted. If only he knew.
"Please don't leave yet," I whispered finally, my voice coming out as a quiet squeak.
Frank stared at me with his wide hazel eyes "Are you sure?" He muttered.
"I'm positive," I replied as I moved in closer to him, clasping my hands together. "Please?" I urged him, the desperate look in my eyes pleaded for him to stay. "You scare me. I don't know if your parents are home and I don't want you being alone."
Frank looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Why? I just bother you anyway. Why does it matter?"
My eyes widened slightly and I raised my eyebrows. "Because you're my friend," I said any matter of fact tone. "I enjoy your company. You don't annoy me. Please stay."
"Are you sure?" Frank repeated. "Because I can leave if you want me to."
I shook my head violently. "No, no you do quite the opposite. Why do you think I'm annoyed by you?" I tried my best to convince him how important it was that he stayed.
Frank sighed and gently patted the table with his fist. "O-okay fine. I'm sorry its just... I don't want you to hate me."
I narrowed my eyes and looked him in the eye. "Hate you? Why would I hate you?"
