"Stop your crying, helpless feeling, dry your eyes and start believing, there's one thing they'll never take from you" I finished the song quietly. I had been working on writing and memorizing it for quite a few months. Music was my escape, it made me feel good when I was upset, and calmed me down when I was angry. It got quiet, and I could faintly hear some music playing. It sounded like it was coming from the ground, and I noticed a wire coming out from Frank's pocket, and followed it to a pair of headphones lying across the ground. I carefully leaned forward and picked them up, making sure to not wake up Frank, and put one earbud up to my ear, and immediately recognized the song. It was make it stop by Rise Against. My eyes watered and I looked down at Frank, who had moved from my shoulder to my lap, and he looked so peaceful, yet so damaged. Put into the simplest terms, he looked completely beautiful, and I yearned to fix him. I yearned to put him back together piece by piece, and to hold him so tight that no part of him will ever fall apart again. "Wait what are you thinking? You just met the guy and you are already talking like you love him. He probably doesn't even like guys!" I thought to myself. I have never really believed in love anyways, let alone love at first sight, but I felt a connection with Frank. I was so drawn to him, I don't know what it was, but he made me feel warm, and I liked it. I may have just met him, but it felt as if I had known him my whole life. I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of people yelling, and realized it was lunch, and there were kids coming to the field to hang out and eat. Then I noticed who it was that was walking dead set toward us. It was the assholes that were beating up Frank. I prayed that they would keep walking and go to the other bleachers, or at least on top of the ones we were under, but they walked directly underneath them, and stared straight at me. "Shit" I muttered, and shook Frank. He mumbled and groaned. "Frank we gotta go" I quickly said, and upon one of the guys laughing, he bolted upright.
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You're Beautiful To Me (Frerard)
أدب الهواةFrank Iero is an outcast at his school, bullied, and has an abusive alcoholic mom. His dad left them, and he feels completely alone. That is, until he meets Gerard Way, who changes everything.
