Hello Angel, Where Are You?

Alrighty, this is the sequel to I Was Never Okay, I Promise. My awesome friend Jennniferr_Lynnn helped me write this~ Hope you enoy and thanks for reading.

-J

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Gerard's Point Of View***

   "Frankie! Can you come here for a second?" I called from the bedroom. He walked through the doors, still without a shirt from when we woke up, and sat down on the bed, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

"What is it, baby?"

"I wanted to show you a new song I've been writing... It's not done yet and it still needs a lot of work, but I wanted to show you what I have so far."

He leaned away from me, and we sat cross-legged across from each other. "Let me hear it," he said.

I nodded and held the note book with the lyrics in front of me. I glanced up at Frank, who had a smile on his face, waiting for me to start.

" Sing it out, boy you've got to see what tomorrow brings.

Sing it out, girl you've got to be what tomorrow needs.

For everytime, that they want to count you out,

Use your voice, every single time you open up your mouth. " I finished and looked up.

" That's all I have so far. But I think it's going to be great. " I told him with a shy smile. Franks smile was bigger now. He loved to hear me sing- as he had told me many times before.

" I love it. It sounds awesome. " frankie agreed. " Just like you."

He leaned across the bed and pecked me on the lips, a smile still on his face. He pulled away all too soon and grabbed my hand, making me drop my notebook and pulling me off the bed.

"Come on, I made lunch for us," he said, tugging me out of the room. He turned to look back at me, a smile still plastered on his face. "And you can have some more coffee, too."

"God, I love you," I said, pulling him to me and kissing his cheek. He laughed melodically and we walked into the kitchen.

I sat down at the table as Frank went over to the counter to grab the coffee pot from the coffee machine. He had made us both chicken sandwiches, with a side of macaroni and cheese.

He sat down across from me and set the coffee pot inbetween us, cracking his tattooed knuckles before picking up the sandwich and taking a bite. I picked up the coffee pot and poured a cup for myself, watching the dark liquid fill the cup. I set it down and then picked up my sandwich also, taking a rather large bite.

" Taste good?" Frank asked after he swallowed. I nodded. " Hell yeah. " I said, my mouth still full.

((sorry I was w my mom >.< ))

I quickly finished my lunch, washing it down with my coffee.

"Damn, Frank. You know how to make a hell of a good meal. You should cook more often," I said, smiling. He rolled his eyes playfully at me, finishing what was left of his own food.

It's fine yo. ))  Frank poured the rest of the coffee from the coffee pot into his own cup. " How did therapy go yesterday?" He asked me, taking a sip.

" It went.. fine. We talked about a few things. Like.. what to do if I saw her in Walmart or some place. " I took a deep breath and sat back in my chair. I ran a hand through my hair and looked down at the table. Frank reached across the table and held my other hand. " You're doing great, you know that, right?"

I nodded slightly, keeping my gaze lowered. I wanted to agree with him completely, but I couldn't.

"Hey, look at me," Frank said, giving my hand an encouraging squeeze. I hesitantly looked up at him, seeing a determined look on his face.

"You're doing great. If anyone says differently, you ignore them, okay? Don't put yourself down about it, because you're doing amazing. You've always been good at getting yourself back on your feet. Who cares about her? We don't. We aren't going to. Right?"

Tears slightly formed in the corners of my eyes at his words. He never failed to surprise me with how much he cared about and loved me.

"Right."