End of Everything
I'd Love To Break YOUR Heart
Jamia's POV:
I drove home.
The late night sky and cold air didn't make anything better.
I felt like I was getting ready to tear Frank's life apart.
I was so nervous.
"Frank? Are you home?" I wandered timidly inside the room.
"Yeah, what's up?" he looked up from his phone. He was texting Gerard, I figured.
"I need to talk to you-"
"Me too," he interupted, "What is really up? Gerard is acting all weird and he asked me to ask you what you needed to tell me. Now, what was it?"
Frank seemed so upset.
I can't do this...
But if I waited, he would love me more. Everyday he gets more in love.
"Frank- I don't know how to say this... but-"
"You're breaking up with me."
"Well, kinda." Frank looked directly into my eyes.
"Okay, so now we're not together. So you can tell me what's up as a friend." his face was dead serious.
"F-frank... I love you. I really do.
I'm just..."
"What? You love me. So..."
"SO...
I'm seeing someone else.
All of those coffee breaks were just... excuses to fuck with my boyfriend.
And I love you. I lot. But I love him more. I'm sorry."
"No Jamia. I'm sorry.
I'm so motherfucking sorry for trusting you."
"Frank... please understand-"
"Yeah Jamia!
I understand perfectly!
Now,
Please
just, get out..."
"Okay...
Bye Frank.
I really do love you."
"Cool.
Because I don't."
Frank stared me down coldly as I walked through the front door with my things.
Then I called Steve.
"Hey baby.
Do you mind if I stay at your house?
Yeah,
I got kicked out by the hotel manager.
Why?
I was playing loud music...
See you soon..."
Frank's POV:
FUCK! FUCK JAMIA! FUCK LIFE! FUCK MYSELF! FUCK THE WHOLE GOD DAMNED WORLD!
I threw the ring into my dirty clothes with force.
"UGH!!!"
I crashed onto my bed. Crying softly.
Gerard,
I needed Gee.
I ran to his room in tears and basicly killed the door with my fist.
Gerard came.
"Hey Fr-
Fuck, Frank! What happened-
Oh."
He pulled me into a hug and we sat down on the couch.
He stroked my hair as I cried into his shoulder. He comforted me and there was nothing in the world that I loved more than his sympathy.
Gerard's POV:
I heard some angry banging on the door.
I ran and opened it.
"Hey Fr-
Fuck, Frank! What happened-
Oh."
Jamia.
That bitch!
I pulled him into a hug and lead him to the couch, where he cried into my shoulder.
I had to comfort him. And I did.
I stroked his hair, giving him sympathy.
Here was Mr. Frank Iero.
My secret love. Best friend.
And I loved him, and he happened to be in my arms.
I saw my eyesight get fuzzy.
I can't cry now!
I just hated to see Frank like this.
He looked up and saw my eyes.
"Gee, *sniff* why are you crying?"
"Because I hate to see you like this, Frank!"
We looked into eachother's eyes and slowly pressed our lips against eachother's.
"I love you, Frank Iero."
"I love you, Gerard Way."
I drove home.
The late night sky and cold air didn't make anything better.
I felt like I was getting ready to tear Frank's life apart.
I was so nervous.
"Frank? Are you home?" I wandered timidly inside the room.
"Yeah, what's up?" he looked up from his phone. He was texting Gerard, I figured.
"I need to talk to you-"
"Me too," he interupted, "What is really up? Gerard is acting all weird and he asked me to ask you what you needed to tell me. Now, what was it?"
Frank seemed so upset.
I can't do this...
But if I waited, he would love me more. Everyday he gets more in love.
"Frank- I don't know how to say this... but-"
"You're breaking up with me."
"Well, kinda." Frank looked directly into my eyes.
"Okay, so now we're not together. So you can tell me what's up as a friend." his face was dead serious.
"F-frank... I love you. I really do.
I'm just..."
"What? You love me. So..."
"SO...
I'm seeing someone else.
All of those coffee breaks were just... excuses to fuck with my boyfriend.
And I love you. I lot. But I love him more. I'm sorry."
"No Jamia. I'm sorry.
I'm so motherfucking sorry for trusting you."
"Frank... please understand-"
"Yeah Jamia!
I understand perfectly!
Now,
Please
just, get out..."
"Okay...
Bye Frank.
I really do love you."
"Cool.
Because I don't."
Frank stared me down coldly as I walked through the front door with my things.
Then I called Steve.
"Hey baby.
Do you mind if I stay at your house?
Yeah,
I got kicked out by the hotel manager.
Why?
I was playing loud music...
See you soon..."
Frank's POV:
FUCK! FUCK JAMIA! FUCK LIFE! FUCK MYSELF! FUCK THE WHOLE GOD DAMNED WORLD!
I threw the ring into my dirty clothes with force.
"UGH!!!"
I crashed onto my bed. Crying softly.
Gerard,
I needed Gee.
I ran to his room in tears and basicly killed the door with my fist.
Gerard came.
"Hey Fr-
Fuck, Frank! What happened-
Oh."
He pulled me into a hug and we sat down on the couch.
He stroked my hair as I cried into his shoulder. He comforted me and there was nothing in the world that I loved more than his sympathy.
Gerard's POV:
I heard some angry banging on the door.
I ran and opened it.
"Hey Fr-
Fuck, Frank! What happened-
Oh."
Jamia.
That bitch!
I pulled him into a hug and lead him to the couch, where he cried into my shoulder.
I had to comfort him. And I did.
I stroked his hair, giving him sympathy.
Here was Mr. Frank Iero.
My secret love. Best friend.
And I loved him, and he happened to be in my arms.
I saw my eyesight get fuzzy.
I can't cry now!
I just hated to see Frank like this.
He looked up and saw my eyes.
"Gee, *sniff* why are you crying?"
"Because I hate to see you like this, Frank!"
We looked into eachother's eyes and slowly pressed our lips against eachother's.
"I love you, Frank Iero."
"I love you, Gerard Way."