Part Three of my Frank Iero fan fiction. I hope you’ve all liked it so far!
My eyes met his gaze.. I couldn’t look away. Finally, he spoke in that same sweet voice I had missed ever so much.. “Hi ___, how’ve you been?” It was small talk, and I could see tears forming along his eyes. I wanted to run, but I was glue to my chair, frozen like a statue. I tried to speak but even my mouth remained still.. That was when I snapped. I ran as fast as I could out the door and sprinted toward home. He was quickley on my heels but I remained just out of reach. But then, as I crossed the threshold, he came crashing into me. We fell to the floor, his weight collapsing ontop of me. He crawled off me but pulled me into his lap. I broke down in his arms, crying to no end. Eventually I stopped and fell into a sound sleep in his arms.
The next morning I woke up in my bed. I couldn’t tell whether last night was a dream or not.. Slowly I pulled myself out of bed and walked toward the door. Outside I could hear the low murmur of voices coming from the television. Cautiously I entered the main area of the aparment, poking my head around the corner to see him sprawled across the couch. His eyes were closed so I swiftley ran toward the kitchen making no noise to awake him. Halfway through making breakfast I felt arms snake around my waist. “Please don’t run away again.” He whispered sadly in my ear. I turned to face him, looking him dead in the eye. I missed those hazel eyes so much it hurt. “I’m sorry Frank.. I just missed you so much.. You were my best and only friend and you left me all alone!” I felt tears forming in the back of my eyes but I blinked them away. He held me tightly, and whispered how sorry he was, hiding his face in the curve between my neck and shoulder. I felt his tears run down and along my collar bone.
Eventually he let me go and I finished making our breakfast. Afterwards we moved to the couch and began sorting everything out. We spoke about what had been happening since we’d last seen eachother. His life was much more interesting than mine. Frank spoke of the band taking a short break and that he decided to come find me. He told me about a new band he was starting up too called LeATHERMOUTH. It didn’t feel like I was in the presence of a growing rockstar, it just felt like back before he left, back when everything was perfect. And hopefully everything was going to go back that way. But that’s how we remained for the rest of the day, happily chatting and joking, hardly moving from the couch. I had my best friend back.
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