George Miller / Papa Frank • Imagines

Plastic Taste

Going through a break up sucks. Going through a break up with someone you were in a relationship with for many years sucks as well. Joji and I were together for about rough 5 years, totally happy. Or, at least I was. He said he wanted to travel, focus more on his music and more on his Filthy Frank Show. He didn't need me in his way. Even though him and I did mostly everything together. We made music, we would cook, we would write together, we would take dance lessons, we would always be by each others side and now I'm moving all of my stuff out of his apartment. I was too shocked when I heard it, I didn't even cry. "We should break up." And that was that. We didn't fight, we didn't argue, we haven't even had a real conversation after the whole thing. The last of my stuff will be moved into my new apartment tomorrow, I still share a bed with him, which is what hurts the most after trying to move out for a week. 5 years and he wants to stop now. Why not tell me after maybe a few months you didn't want me in your way? Or maybe even the latest, a year. I sigh and look over to see him fast asleep. I look back at the clock and tears swell into my eyes 5:56am. I don't want to go. I want to roll over and wrap my arms around him, beg hin to love me again. I want to beg him to not let me leave, not let us go to waste. All the things we built are now on fire and can't be restored and it sucks to admit it. I am still in love with George Miller, and he doesn't want anything to do with me. I wipe my tears away and close my eyes, trying to find a hint of sleep that I haven't been able to grab in the past week since it happened. Then, I felt his arms. They wrapped softly around my torso and pulled me close to his chest, I take in his smell and start to cry again. He kisses my head and I know he is still asleep, he hasn't touched me in so long, yet said anything to me whatsoever. I look up and his chocolate eyes are red, he's been crying too and I didn't even notice. I hold him close to me and start to sob against him as he does too. We lay there and cry, enjoying the last morning we will ever spend together. I look out the window to see the sun rising in the New York sky, making my heart was to rip itself out of my rib cage and beat up George. Joji... The man I love. He kisses my head again and then my cheek, meeting my gaze and kissing my lips over as over while he let's his hands roam their way down to my hips. He pulls me closer and kisses me harder, trying to satisfy his hungry. I cry more against him, realizing this is the last time we will ever do this. "I love you." I whisper and he stays silent, sucking on my neck. "Excuse me for my plastic taste." I whisper and he stops kissing me, holding me close to his body as he falls asleep. I stare out at the sun and I feel my tears still rolling down my face as I close my eyes and finally get a few hours of sleep before waking up alone in George's bed. I crawl out slowly and look around, taking in the scenery one last time before walking out and seeing George carrying my final box to his front door. "Great, you're up." He says and he hands me the box, brushing his fingertips against mine. "Last box." He says and this is the most he has said to me in so long. I don't think he remembers last night, but once he sees the scene on my neck, he looks awake from my gaze. "Thanks." I whisper as I slip on my shoes at his door. I stand in the doorway and look into his eyes one last time. "George.." I whisper and I see sadness flash into his eyes, considering every time I said his name I was happy. I'm not happy now. "Yes?" He says and he stand at least a few feet away from each other, not breaking eye contact. "Will I ever see you again?" And he looks confused now. "Only online." He whispers, confusion turning to sadness and he back away. "Goodbye, Y/N." And he shut the door in my face, making my heart break into a thousand pieces.