Frank pulled away. He had stopped crying. He went down, off his tip-toes. I stared straight into his sparkling hazel eyes. He stared back. I was still holding him. He was holding my neck.
"Gee," Frank said to me, in a sad way.
"Yes, Frankie?" I responded.
Frank looked down at my shoes.
"Call Mikey." He looked up at me again. "I'll call Ray. We have to move, again. We can stay at the studio. We can leave our instruments there."
I was still holding him. I didn't want to let him go. But he let go first. He picked his phone up and called Ray. I stood in place for a second. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Mikey.
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We finished moving our stuff, again. Frankie was sitting in a chair, just staring into space. He had no expression on his face, but he did have tears rolling down his face.
I couldn't bare to see him cry. I walked over to him and stared at him. He didn't look up at me. At sat down in his lap. He looked at me, then he kissed me.
Frank released.
"Don't you have a song to write?" Frank asked me. He was holding me, keeping me from falling. But I knew that that want the only reason he was holding me. I could tell he didn't want to lose me.
"Yes," I responded with a slight sadness in my voice.
He smiled. "Then go work on it. After all, you are the best song writer I know."
I blushed and smiled. I stood up out of his lap and sat at my desk. I remembered what Frank had told me earlier today. "The world is ugly, but you're beautiful to me." That was the name of the song. I knew that when I performed this for him, he would smile.
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"I'm headed to bed," Frank said, just before he kissed me lightly on my forehead. "Love you."
"Love you too." I blushed profusely.
I watched him change into his pajamas. He knew I was watching, but he didn't care. Just before he lied down on the queen sized mattress sitting on the floor, he look straight into my eyes and smiled his adorable smile. I looked him in the eyes and smiled back.
I stayed for two more hours writing the song. It was one A.M. By the time I finished. I was constantly looking at Frank sleep. He was so cute when he slept.
I decided to go to bed. I would work On the guitar part while I was completely alone at the studio tomorrow. I didn't want anyone to hear the song until Frank did. After all, I did write the song for him.
