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I walked down the hallway, keeping my head down. Frank wasn't here today because he had a doctors appointment and it left me all alone. I didn't realize how much I really needed him until now. There was something so emptying about being alone and being away from him.

Someone shoved me against the lockers and I whimpered. I looked over at Brendon as he stood there with his group of friends.

"Where's your faggy boyfriend?" Brendon asked.

Th-they know?! N-no, they don't know, I've been so careful.

"Frank isn't a fag," Lindsey said. "No way he's dating someone with a dick."

"If anything he's sticking into that fat ass Jamia," Kritsrin said.

"Why would he go for a pig like that when he could just fuck me?" Hayley asked.

I cowered against the lockers as I looked at them.

"You're right, not even a fag would wanna be with this hideous fuck," Brendon said, shoving me again.

Pete laughed, shoving me then.

"No one would ever fucking want you," he said. "You're fucking worthless."

Unfortunately for me class had started, which meant we were completely alone and not even a teacher could help me.

"Even your mother doesn't love you," Brendon said. "Remember all those times your mom would never show up to school events? I remember watching your own mom hit you and that's when I realized just how pathetic you were. Not even your own mother loves you."

I didn't say anything, I just looked down in shame. He was right, no one loved me. Not my mother and certainly not Frank.

That's when the first hit came to my jaw. After that was another swift punch to my stomach. I doubled over, groaning as I clutched my stomach. I was pushed over onto the ground where I was kicked.

"Oh my god, I'm, like, so bored," Kristin complained.

"You wanna skip class and get some frozen yogurt?" Lindsey asked.

"Does frozen yogurt have any fat?" Kristin asked. "Because I'm on the five bite diet and I'd rather there be as little fat as possible."

"What's the five bite diet?" Hayley asked.

"I only eat five bites of a meal," she said. "My caloric intake is only about 900 calories a day."

"Great, now you've really made this boring," Pete said. "Let's go."

They all left and soon I was alone in the hallway. To think I was left alone just because they got bored talking about diets. I stayed there for a moment before actually getting up. I didn't move for a while before I finally got the energy to stand up. I walked out of school and down the street I lived on.

I sniffled as I went into my house and up to my bedroom. My jaw was hurting as I laid down in my bed and closed my eyes. Tears stung my eyes but I tried my best to push them away as I buried my face into the pillow. The part that hurt the most is that they were right, they were right about everything. Nobody loves me and nobody could ever love me, Frank couldn't even love me. I'm too awful to love. I'm just fat and gross and nobody wants me.

I laid there for hours until I heard the front door open. I assumed it was my mom until my bedroom door opened. Someone crawled into bed behind me and wrapped their arms around me and I could immediately tell it was Frank from his cologne.

"Hey, Baby," Frank whispered. "I missed you."

I let out just a little mumble in reply.

"You okay?" He asked.

I nodded slowly and he pulled me tighter.

"Baby, what is it? What happened?" He asked. "Was it Pete and them again?"

"No," I lied. "I'm fine, Frank. I'm just really tired, I didn't sleep very well yesterday."

"How come?" He asked.

"I-I just accidentally drank coffee too late at night so I couldn't sleep," I said.

Frank chuckled softly and kissed the back of my shoulder.

"Well, I'm glad I finally get to see you," Frank said. "I've missed you so much. And the doctors was boring and I had to get a shot and they gave me a Scooby Doo band-aid that I think is pretty rad."

I turned around in his arms and he smiled at me, giving me a soft kiss.

"I've just been waiting until I can have you in my arms again," he said.

"Don't you have other things you would rather be doing?" I asked.

"No, what else would I want to do?" He asked.

"I don't know, just do something that doesn't involve me," I said.

"There's nothing I would rather be doing than cuddling with you," he said.

"Do you really still think that we're fate?" I asked.

"Of course we are," he said. "And I have a feeling that we're going to be together for a long time. And you're so pretty and perfect and I still don't really understand just how you're single. I bet anyone would try to pick you up in a heartbeat."

I blushed softly as I shook my head.

"I mean it, you're the literal embodiment of perfection," Frank said. "And I am so fucking lucky to be able to call you mine."

"You don't mean that," I mumbled.

"I do, Gerard, I do mean it," he said. "I remember the morning I was walking to my new school and I was so scared. But then I saw this beautiful, beautiful boy and I knew that we were meant to be, it was love at first sight. And then I got the courage to talk to him and it was so perfect and I followed him around like a little puppy and he thankfully let me and then one day I worked up the courage to kiss him when we tried to make ice cream. It was soft and sweet and there were millions of butterflies in my stomach at that moment as I held him close and I knew I wanted to be with him."

I looked at him, smiling softly as I gave him a kiss. Frank wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. He gently pressed me against the mattress and held my hips.

"And then," he whispered, "I remember the way my skin felt against his for the first time. He was so beautiful in the candle light he completely took my breath away. I just wish I could've stayed in that night forever in our beautiful homecoming dance. I wish I could've just held him in my arms and kissed him and let him know that everything was going to be okay. I wish I could've kissed his scars and told him how much I cared about him."

"Why didn't you?" I asked.

"I don't know, I guess I was just scared," he mumbled.

"What could you be scared of?" I asked.

"Scared that maybe if I said the wrong thing he would leave me again," he said.

"He wouldn't do that," I whispered.

Frank gave me a soft kiss, his lips lingering on mine. He picked up my hand slowly pushing up me sleeve to reveal my scars. He gave my wrist a soft kiss and I could see his eyes glazing over with tears.

"I love you," he whispered.

I didn't even realize I was crying until he gently wiped away my tears.

"I love you so much, Gerard," Frank whispered. "And I just want you to be happy in life, that's all I could ever want."

"Y-you really love me?" I whimpered.

"Of course I do, all I want is to be with you forever, we're fate, Gee, we're soulmates," he said.

"I love you too, Frank," I whispered.

Frank pulled me close, burying his face into the crook of my neck. I hugged him tight, pulling him close to me.

"I'm sorry for that time I didn't talk to you for a month," I mumbled. "It was a mistake, really. I was just so scared and I didn't want to be hurt again. I thought that pushing you away would be better than getting my heart broken."

I gave Frank a soft kiss and he smiled at me. He laid down beside me, holding my hand. I turned on my side to face him, both our heads resting on the soft pillow.

"Frank, I lied to you," I whispered. "I didn't just stay up late last night, I was alone so Brendon and Pete cornered me and beat me. A-and they told me about how no one would ever love me because I'm just so disgusting and--"

"No," Frank interrupted. "Don't you ever fucking listen to them. They don't know what they're talking about. You're the best person I have ever fucking met. They're just stupid high school kids that only feel better when they're making fun of other people just so they can ignore their own internal pain and self-loathing. They don't really mean any of the shit that they say."

"They're always just calling me a fag and they believe you're giving it to Jamia but they really hope not because they say that she's too ugly to get someone as hot as you," I said. "They all want to fuck you, all those girls who terrorize Jamia want to fuck you. They're all super into you and I always get kind of get jealous when they talk about how much they want to fuck you."

"I would never want to fuck them, the only person I would want to be with is you," he said. "I love you so much and what they say is just bullshit. I'm sure they say the same things about every guy in the school."

I sniffled and nodded, cuddling up close to him.

"I'm really glad I got to see you today, you always seem to know what to say," I mumbled. "You really make me feel better. I'm really glad I met you."

"I'm really glad I met you too," he said. "I am the luckiest fucking person in the whole world."

Frank wrapped his arms around me and rolled over as I giggled. He pressed his lips against mine in the sweet kiss that I could never stop loving.