Bittersweet

I'd do it all again

"He was in hospital for 3 fucking days, Frank", I argued talking about the thing that happened with Tony all those years ago

"So what? That asshole deserved it. As far as I remember he fucking knocked you out", Frank said back looking at me with a stern glance.

"Oh and that gave you the permission to almost kill him?", I asked

"If I didn't do it, nobody would have done it. You didn't have the guts to talk back. Still don't do"

"It didn't make a fucking difference that he was in hospital. He was still an ass to everyone"

"But he never touched you again, am I right?", Frank asked knowing exactly that he, in fact, was right

"Fine. You want me to call you my 'knight in shining armour' or what?", I growled folding my arms in front of my chest

"Maybe", Frank giggled, "But why are you so bitchy about it?"

"I'm not fucking bitchy about anything", I sighed unfolding my arms again, "I-I just think that it was unnecessary to hurt him"

"But he hurt you. He fucking told you to kill yourself that's fucking idiotic", Frank slightly raised his voice and made an angry gesture with his hand.

"It's not like it was the first time somebody said that. And neither the last time. So fuck off", I rolled my eyes and looked up to avoid his glance

"Really? I didn't know that", he whispered

"You can't tell me that you didn't see those fucking school kids laughing at me in the hallways pushing me around and insulting me on a daily basis. You must have been blind to miss that"

"No I knew that but come on you have to say that you were such a Loser back then. You were so fucking fat, man how could you NOT say something about that?", Frank giggled meaning for it to come over in a joking manner, not knowing how much it actually hurt me.

Yeah... I Knew it. I just tried to forget about it

"Can we change topics please?", I asked more in a whisper because I felt the familiar burning in my throat, tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

"Oh come on this all happened so many years ago. You can't still be bragging about it", Frank sighed but after I didn't say anything to that he decided to leave it.

Awkward silence spread in the room, suddenly interrupted by the light buzzing of my phone.

"Can you pass me the phone, please?", I asked Frank because he was closer to the nightstand than me

I was expecting some stupid, sexual comment but Frank just handed me my phone without saying anything

To: Bert McCracken
From: Gerard Way
Hey babe, gonna come over after work. Love you

I froze.
Berts shift was going to be over in about half an hour

"Fuck", I breathed out and ran a hand over my face, "you have to go. Now"

Frank chuckled
"Don't want boy toy to find out about you being a whore again?"
But without saying anything else he got up and put on a shirt and his jeans

"Don't call him that. He has a name", I sighed throwing the bedsheet away to get up too.

I opened my wardrobe to get out some new trousers
I totally needed a shower

It would be really bad if I smelled like sex when my almost boyfriend came over

It's still nothing official but... I'm working on it

"Bert", Frank scoffed fumbling on his own belt, "still don't know what you see in him"

"He's nice to me", I said whilst trying to make the bed look more... natural

"Being nice is overrated", Frank grinned

"Maybe in your eyes", I answered, "and now I'd really like you to leave. I still have stuff to do before Bert arrives"

"Fine Fine I'll go", Frank stepped forward, grabbing my neck, "but I want a goodbye kiss"

His breath was lingering warm on my lips

I rolled my eyes.
I don't have time for his games now.

Quickly I pressed my lips against his before I took a few steps back again to bring enough space between Frank and me

"Wait that's all?!", he exclaimed pouting slightly

"Yes and now go, please", I said pushing him forward, out of the bedroom.

"You owe me, princess", Frank said
I didn't even know for what but I couldn't care less right now

"Sure. Just go", and with that he opened the front door and disappeared with one last wink in my direction

Fucking finally.

Now I had to do something against the smell.

Without hesitation I stepped under the shower not even waiting for the water to get warm before I grabbed the shampoo and began to wash my hair.

I tugged lightly on the sweaty strands
That kind of reminded me of yesterday night...

Stop, Gerard, this is not the right time to have a boner.

I turned the water even colder than it already was to avoid having another problem.

It didn't take long for me to wash my hair and even less time to dry myself with a towel (which was kind of suprising because normally this was the part that took the longest time)

I had just put on the last piece of clothing as I heard a knock on the front door.

Bert was fucking early.
My hair was still wet...
But I couldn't just let him wait for me to dry it...

I practically ran out of the bathroom and pulling the door open.

"Hey Bert", I greeted him, slightly out of breath

He didn't say anything just pushed past me and let me close the door.

"How was your d-...", I couldn't even finish my sentence before I was pressed against the front door

Bert took my hands in his, pinning them against the wood over my head, making it impossible for me to move as he crashed his lips hard against mine

"Missed you", he breathed whilst putting his knee in the space between my legs to rub it against my crotch.

I wanted to say something but only a strangled moan left my lips as Bert began sucking on my neck
I knew he was leaving marks again but I didn't have to guts to actually stop him.

"So fucking pretty", he whispered against the sensitive skin, making me shudder in the progress.

"So fucking pretty, and only mine"

Oh if he only knew...