.But You're Beautiful To Me. ~Frerard~

Part 26 ~ .But You're Beautiful To Me.

Gerard's POV

"I wrote a new song." was all I said as I got into our tour bus, joining the musicians sitting on the couch and the floor (the couch was small and fucks given, minimal)."

It had been a couple weeks since my date with Frank and a couple months now since we started dating. We kept talking about the future and it made me realize that for the first time in my life, I actually believed I'd get that far. For the first time in my life, I let myself believe my story could have a happy ending. Frank was probably one of the best things that ever happened to me, in a world that once seemed set to destroy me. So I did what I do best, and wrote him another song.

I joined them and sat on the floor, my scrunched notebook pages in my hands, a smile on my face. As I was trying to smooth them out, Frank got closer, shaking my arm, "Show us!" he said impatiently, resting his head on my shoulder. Really, that was all the courage I needed, so I started singing:

These are the eyes and the lies of the taken
These are their hearts but their hearts don't beat like ours
They burn 'cause they are all afraid
For every one of us, there's an army of them
But you'll never fight alone
'Cause I wanted you to know
That the world is ugly
But you're beautiful to me
Well are you thinking of me now (now)

These are the nights and the lights that we fade in
These are the words but the words aren't coming out
They burn 'cause they are hard to say
For every failing sun, there's a morning after
Though I'm empty when you go
I just wanted you to know
That the world is ugly
But you're beautiful to me
Are you thinking of me
Like I'm thinking of you
I would say I'm sorry, though
Though I really need to go
I just wanted you to know
I wanted you to know
I wanted you to know
I'm thinking of you every night, every day
These are the eyes and the lies of the taken
These are their hearts but their hearts don't beat like ours
They burn 'cause they are all afraid
When mine beats twice as hard

Frank's arms snaked around my waist, his face resting in the crook of my neck. I could feel his shaky breath on my skin.

'Cause the world is ugly
But you're beautiful to me
Are you thinking of me
Like I'm thinking of you
I would say I'm sorry, though
Though I really need to go
I just wanted you to know
That the world is ugly (I just wanted you to know)
But you're beautiful to me (I just wanted you to know)
Are you thinking of me

Stop your crying, helpless feeling
Dry your eyes and start believing
There's one thing they'll never take from you
(And then your face, will be lost forever, we'll never be the same
Like ghosts in the snow
Like ghosts in the sun)

"This is... actually kinda good Gerard! Better than the last one proposed anyways.." Ray finally declared.

Frank came out of his cuddly vibe then, "Hey! My song about cowboy sex was great, you just don't appreciate the finer things in life Ray." Defended Frank, pouting.

"What did you think Mickes?" I cut in.

"About the cowboy sex song?" he answered with a grin. I rolled my eyes at his and he answered for real, "It was really good actually, I think it could make the album!"

I almost squeeled but my rejoicing was stopped by Mikey's usual question, and the panic it always fires up inside me.

"Who's the inspiration Gee? Got a special lady we haven't had the pleasure of meeting yet? It would explain the hickeys that keep appearing on your neck..." Mikey asked bluntly, very probably not expecting the answer I had planned and decided to give him this time. I saw Ray looking awkward in the corner of my eyes, knowing the awkward meter was just about to go up a notch and feeling slightly bad for my friend. "Is she nice?"