Kissing Through The Fence (Frerard)

New lives

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It's been 6 months, and I've moved on from Frank.

After he left, I locked myself in the motel room for god knows how long, and did a few things I regret. It must have been days, weeks even. Then came Pete.

I heard a loud banging on the door, but it seemed muffled.
"Housekeeping!" Said a distorted voice from the other side of the door. Shuffling. I tried to yell for the voice, I was sure I was going to die. Pounding footsteps came closer and closer until the door flew open. All I remember after that was yelling and sirens.

"Yes, 911? He's bleeding terribly from his wrists and thighs and he's barely breathing."

It turned out that I had been there a week and a half, and I had lost 30 pounds. I had to get 45 stitches total on my arms and legs, and Pete was right by my side the whole time.

"Gee? Gee, your coffee is getting cold." I blinked back to reality and looked around, remembering Pete took me to a coffee shop for the beginning of his "special plan" for our 5 month anniversary. He waved his hand in front of my face briefly. "You zoned out for like 3 minutes, you ok?" I nodded and smiled at him.

"I'm thinking about this special surprise at the end of the day today. Let me just ask, will wild animals or getting completely naked in public be a part of this 'special surprise'?" I used air quotes and he laughed.

"Maybe not the wild animals or the public part, but I will definitely get you naked by tonight." He flashed me that devilish smirk that made me blush every time. After that, his smile faded and his dazzling brown eyes turned watchful as he leaned in for a kiss. I smiled as I closed the gap between our lips. Another thing I loved about Pete, among thousands of things, was that he could really kiss. I could tell exactly what he was feeling when we kissed, and right now, he felt nothing but pure passion and love. When we pulled away, he checked his watch and shook his head. "We have about 7 minutes, then we have to get out of here or we'll miss the next stop on our totally amazing 5 month anniversary." I giggled and sipped my coffee. I was truly happy.

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The last 6 months have been...rough.

"Fuck you, Frank! Out getting drunk again." Jamia spat out the word 'drunk' out like it was poison.

"I wasn't getting drunk! I was playing with my fucking band, you crazy bitch! You would know if you weren't out fucking my best fucking friend all the time!" I exploded, I've never yelled like that. But what Jamia said snapped something in me.

"Maybe I am fucking him! He actually pleases me! Go back to that fucking Gerard kid." I just stood there for a good 30 seconds before grabbing a few things and hopping into the car for the first time in six months.

A/N: sorry this chapter was a bit short, but I have an announcement!!! I'm going to finish this story within the next five chapters or so.