The World is Ugly (Frerard Fanfic)

Gerards POV: the song

I was eager to work on the song, but I decided to wait till after Frank got back. I wasn't going to risk him hearing it till I finished it. I sat in the spunky chair, pulled out my sketchbook and pencil, and started to draw a face. I didn't know who I was drawing. I sat there, adding the features of a face. After I finished adding the face, it looked exactly like Frank. I decided that I would draw Frank.

I finished the drawing just as Frank walked into the room with my my pancakes.

"I have your pancakes, Gee," he said to me.

I held the drawing as I walked over to him. He was shorting than me, so I kissed his forehead and grabbed the pancakes with my free hand.

"I drew this for you." I handed him the drawing.

"It's-it's beautiful." He stared at the drawing. He lightly took it out of my hands. I could see the tears welling up in his eyes. I had a big a smile on my face. Tears of joy started to roll down his face as a smile formed on it. I set my pancakes down and fiddled my thumbs.

He looked up at me. He stood up on his tip-toes and hugged me around my neck. I hugged him around the back. He pulled back. I moved my arms down to his waist. He still held my neck. He went back up on his tip-toes and kissed me. It was quick and sweet, but still great. I knew he had to go with Mikey and Ray.

"Well, I gotta go. Love you," Frank says to me. His arms fall away. I don't want to let him go, but I let me arms fall down to my sides anyways.

"Love you. Bye."

Frank walks out the door. I wish he didn't have to leave. I know he's going to be back in a few hours, I just hate being separated from him.

I grabbed my acoustic and sat on a stool in the empty soundproof recording room. I set the words to the song on a music stand in front of me.

I started to strum the guitar. As I strum, I sang. It felt good to sing that song. It made me think of Frank. I was missing him already.

I heard Frank come through the door. I was drawing a ton of kittens, even though I was allergic. Bandit liked cats. I was already missing her.

"Hey! I'm back!" Frank yelled out to me.

"Hey Frankie, babe!" I yelled back. "I want to play my song for you!"

Frank was in normal talking distance now.

"I'd love that!" Frank says. He said it full with enthusiasm.

I sat down on a chair, holding my acoustic. Frank sat in another chair across from me. He had a smile on his face.

I started strumming the guitar. I could see the smile getting bigger.

"These are the eyes and the lies of the taken. These are their hearts but their hearts don't beat like ours. They burn cause they are all afraid. For everyone of us. But you'll never fight alone cause I wanted you to know." That was the first verse. I could tell Frank really liked it. I knew he would love the chorus. He would know it's for him.

"That the world is ugly, but you're beautiful to me. Are you thinking of me now." I could see Frank tearing up. His smile was bigger than ever. It was so adorable. It made me feel good.

"These are nights and the lights that we fade in. These are the words but the words aren't coming out. They burn cause they are hard to say. For every falling sun, there's a morning after. Though I'm empty when you go, I wanted you to know." He was crying. I could tell he really loved the song.

"That the world is ugly, but your beautiful to me. Are you thinking of me, like I'm thinking of you? I would say I'm sorry though, though I really need to go. I just wanted you to know. I wanted you to know. I'm thinking of you every night, everyday." He was smiling and crying. I smiled back at him a large smile. I continued to sing.

"These are the lies and the lives of the taken. These are their hearts but their hearts don't beat like ours. They burn cause they are all of afraid when mine beats twice as hard."

"Cause the world is ugly, But you're beautiful to me. Are you thinking of me
Like I'm thinking of you? I would say I'm sorry, though, Though I really need to go. I just wanted you to know, That the world is ugly, But you're beautiful to me. Are you thinking of me?" He was tapping his foot along while he was crying and smiling.

"Stop your crying, helpless feeling, Dry your eyes and start believing. There's one thing they'll never take from you." I could help but start to cry with him.

I leaned the guitar up against the table and looked at, straight into his crying hazel eyes. He stared back.