Perfect In My Eyes - Frerard

Chapter 8 - I Miss You.

Monday rolled around and I said goodbye to Mikey as he headed to the classroom. I headed outside to the usual spot in which I meet Frank. Today I was more nervous than usual, but also more excited. I was leaning against the wall, cigarette in hand as Frank hadn't arrived yet. I grabbed my sketchbook and started drawing the school parking lot in front of me. It started of rough but adding the smoother lines to add a textured effected worked.

10 minutes passed and Frank still hadn't showed up. I sighed lighting another cigarette and continuing the sketch in my hands. I started to feel as if Frank wasn't going to show up, regretted what happened Friday/Saturday. I don't blame him to be honest, look at me. I'm a fat, emo kid who has a freakish obsession with Frank Iero. I'm the kid who used to cut himself in the locker rooms. I'm the kid who thought that someone (Frank) liked him but I guess I was wrong.

I sighed and looked at my watch. The bell was about to ring for second period so I clambered onto school premises in time for my next class. Mikey saw me in the hallway and raised an eyebrow. I just shrugged and carried on walking to Biology. 

Biology sucked and I remember why I had been skipping - other than to be with Frank -. I don't even know what we was learning so I just zoned out, trying to figure out why Frank would ditch me. My mind was thinking the worst and I couldn't think straight.

I dashed home from school and I collapsed in my room and blasted out some music. I sighed and started sketching Frank again but I wasn't as inspired as I had been. The sketch was one of my worst, it included frank being torn apart by flesh eating zombies. It was especially bloody and I didn't like the idea that I was portraying. I scrapped it and looked through my other sketches of him, trying to inspire myself but to no avail. Mikey came down later on asking why I was actually in school. Of course I just said that Frank didn't turn up. I didn't even show that I was upset by it (even though I shouldn't be, we're not even dating). Mikey nodded and headed back upstairs because he need to 'call' Pete.

Both Tuesday and Wednesday Frank didn't show up, and I had no idea why. He didn't even tell me. I began to give up and actually focus on important things, like my art project deadline. I was planning on drawing Frank but seen as though I didn't have permission (BECAUSE I HADN'T SEEN HIM) and I also didn't want to be a creepy stalker, I decided against it. In stead I'm drawing a concert, similar to the Pencey one. I wanted it to feel as close to the real thing, I even drew Frank on the stage. On Wednesday night, Pete, Patrick, Ray and Bob was round. We was sat in a circle playing spin the bottle - Truth edition -. 

"Pete, who is the person you lost your virginity to?" Patrick asked.

Pete laughed "I think we all know that one." winking at Mikey.

I gagged and looked away, not wanting to know what my little brother - Who is 15 by the way - gets up to on a Friday night. Mikey blushed and turned away, also embarrassed. 

It was Pete's turn to ask a question. "Ray, who do you really like."

Ray ducked, biting his lip slightly. Not wanting to tell the truth. "Uhhh. Don't laugh right, but Bob..??" He said sort of asking a question.

Every ones eyes widened especially Bob's. Bob looked Ray straight in the eye without saying a word.

"Say something. In fact don't because I already know what you're going to say, you like that chick that sits across from you in English. And I know you don't like me back, and you know let's just pretend today..." Ray was cut off by Bob smashing his lips against Ray's. Ray was slightly taken about but settled quickly. Everyone laughed and clapped at the same time. Eventually they broke apart, smiling at each other. Still in shock of what just happened.

"Anyway, Gee. What's going on with you and Frankie??" Ray asked, still shaking.

I looked down ant my legs "I don't know, Ray..."

"What do you mean?" Almost everyone said.

"I thought we was going good, but I haven't seen him since Saturday and we haven't talked about what 'THIS' means" I guestered with my hands.

Everyone looked down unsure of what to say.

"I really like him." I admitted.

Thursday came around and it was sort of sickening, especially at lunch. Ray and Bob were constantly hugging and kissing and it made me think of what I missed with Frank. Pete actually kissed Mikey in front of us today and it was sort of awkward. Mikey was a little unsure of what to do, especially since EVERYONE was staring at him and Pete. Pete left after a while though with Patrick to find out the Chemistry homework they had been set. I was a little unsure about the relationship that Pete and Mikey had. I guess I was just being a little over protective because Pete's a great guy. I just felt Mikey was slightly too young. That's my personal opinion though. Lunch ended and everyone separated, I walked with Ray and Bob to Art. Art was great though, I began placing the main parts of my assignment and started adding work to my portfolio that had to be sent off. 

Pete drove me and Mikey home after school. It was pretty silent in the car but I wasn't worried too much. Tomorrow was Halloween and I was looking forward to the Zombie movie marathon me and Mikey have each year. I was glad it was a Friday as well tomorrow as I got to drink without worrying about the hangover for school.

I clambered out the car and set my belongings down in the hallway of my house before setting out for a cigarette at the back door. Tears did escape my eyes for the first time since Frank left, all I wanted was an explanation, nothing more. I didn't care about that anymore. It hurt me most that I lost such a great friend, and even though I didn't know him too well I FELT like I did. 

I heard the doorbell ring from outside but I chose to ignore it, as I was lost in my cigarette.

I heard Mikey shout my name from across the house so I stamped out what remained of it and walked inside. 

"Who is it?" I asked Mikey, groaning inwardly.

"Look for yourself, lazy git." 

I slowly opened the door to see Frank on the other side, looking slightly pissed off. 

"Where were you today?!" He asked.

"Where were you on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday??" I asked back.

He pushed past me, inviting himself inside. "You know damn well where I was." 

"No I don't, otherwise I would've been there today."

"I text you 3 fucking times, Gee!"

"What are you talking about?"

"You fucking ignored them all." 

"I didn't ignore them, I didn't fucking get them. I've had my phone turned off since Friday because I lost the charger!" I almost shouted back. I started getting slightly angry.

"So you waited for me on those 3 days?" Frank asked, slowly calming down, voice softening.

"I waited, but you didn't show up. I thought you'd given up, so I didn't turn up today."

"Oh" Frank replied, face slightly relaxing. "Sorry."

"For what?" 

"Shouting. I didn't realize, and I'm sorry for not being there on those 3 days."

"Where were you exactly?"

"Ill." 

"Oh." 

Frank walked over to me and hugged me tight. Head burrowing into my neck. "I missed you." 

I smiled, kissing the top of his head. "I've missed you, too." 

Frank looked up at me, smile still etched onto his face. He gave me a small peck on the lips before heading for the door. "See you tomorrow? And actually turn up?" 

"I will, and you too. " I smiled back at him. I don't think that smile left for the entirety of the day.