Your love is killing me

Chapter six

Oh fuck baby, here we go.
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Frank's point of view, again.

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I was worn out after the show, sweaty and tired but I couldn't bail on Gerard like that. "I'm about to get ready" I texted him and got in the bus to find a pair of clean something. Everything was dirty.
(Summertime just played) I threw on some ripped jeans and a white shirt. I looked out the bus door before running down the street. I called a cab up because I was not walking 4 miles. I waited on the side of the street before the cab pulled up 5 minutes after I called. I gave the dude the address, I was gonna be an hour early but I didn't care.
"I might be an hour early" I text him.
"Okay, I'll try to get there early" he replied two minutes after that. He driver dropped me off at the coffee shop and I walked in and took a seat, waiting for him. I was getting nervous, very nervous. I played on my phone until I got a text.
"Almost there" he sent.
I sat there pretending to be on my phone so I didn't have to talk to anyone. (The ghost of you played)
"Frank?" I heard a familiar voice, I looked up and was immediately pulled into a hug, I hugged back. I knew who it was, I looked at his face and hugged him again. "I missed you" Gerard said. "I missed you too" (desert song?) I told him then sat down in the booth. He ordered a coffee and I ordered a water. It's fuckn hot in California. "So what's been going on?" I asked him.
"Nothing really." He said but adds "just drawing" I smiled and nodded. He was good at that.
"What about you?" He asked.
"Just touring, nothing exciting. I've been to all these places before." I said as he nodded. He had short red hair. I liked the red on him.
"I missed you, frank. You don't know how much.." he said.
I pulled out the necklace from under my shirt. "I still have it.." I told him. He gasped and pulled something out from his pocket. "I still have mine"

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