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Frank's POV

It's Sunday afternoon. I've been laying in my bed all day. I'm still trying to make sense of what happened. One second we're about to have sex, the next, it's all gone. Why didn't I see that it was Gerard before? His voice was the same. His teeth and eyes were the same. The way he knew so much about The Dark Ninja. The way things would just randomly catch on fire when he was angry.

It made me upset knowing that Gerard never really loved me. If he loved me, he would've listened to me. I'd tried apologizing, I'd tried to get him to let me explain everything, but he didn't want a bar of it. All because I was his douche bag boss.

I picked up my cellphone and found his number in my phone before calling him. It rang for a bit before going to voice mail.

"Hey, this is Gerard. I'm busy jerking off right now, so just leave a message. Mom, if that's you, please ignore what I just said," his voice mail said. Sighing, I left a message.

"Gerard, please call me. Please. We really need to talk. I still want to be with you. I'm not gonna let myself get shut out of your life that easily. Please. Just talk to me. I wanna be able to hold you again. I wanna..." I trailed off, tears forming in my eyes as I fought them to continue speaking. "I wanna kiss those tears currently falling down your cheeks," I spoke, my voice quivering. I didn't care if he could tell that I was crying. "I wanna joke around and have laughs like we usually do. I saw the news this morning. Every garbage can around the city has been set on fire. Please Gerard, I'm sorry. Please call me," I said, before the message tone beeped to signal the end of the message recording time. I hung up my cellphone and put it on my nightstand, staring at it, hoping that it would ring soon.

I can't believe that the most annoying guy on earth is the most smartest, funniest, sexiest guy ever. I can't believe that overnight, my opinion of Gerard has changed. All I can currently do is replay all the good times we had together. Our first kiss. Our incredible teamwork in catching the bad guys. Even when I remember all the times he got angry with me at work, he now seems sexy. How his face went bright red and his eyebrows furrowed. How he'd snap at me and be sarcastic. How he'd try and be nice to me, only for me to be an ass back to him. We'd spent Thursday and Friday together and I hadn't even looked his way once. What the fuck was I thinking? I sighed.

And now he hates me, all because I had to mistake Mikey as being The Dark Ninja. All because I had to be an asshole to him. I thought that Gerard was too stupid, too annoying and too uncool to possibly ever be The Dark Ninja. But little did I know, Gerard is actually the coolest guy I know.

I laid in my bed thinking about him, waiting for him to call back. By 11:30 that night, he hadn't called. Of course he wouldn't call me back. I was stupid to ever even think that he possibly could. The Skeleton used to be his only friend. I was the only guy other than his brother that could put a smile on his face. The only guy to make him feel special. And me being me, the impatient guy who just had to try and figure out the secret identity of The Dark Ninja before he'd revealed himself to me, fucked everything up.



As the darkness turned to light, I'd only gotten about two hours sleep. My alarm went off, but I was already awake. I figured that I should probably get up. I hadn't eaten anything at all yesterday and I'd been wearing eyeliner and mascara on Saturday night to try and impress The Dark Ninja when he pulled off my mask and hadn't washed my face since, so I knew it would be everywhere.

I took a shower and forced myself to eat a slice of toast. I got dressed in my darkest, baggiest clothes and threw a massive hoodie over the top which almost came down to my knees. I took one look at myself in the mirror and did not even think about doing my hair. There was no point. My eyes were bloodshot, there were super dark rings under my eyes, I had three-day growth which I wasn't even bothering about shaving off and I couldn't even force myself to smile.

Walking into work 15 minutes late, everyone stopped and looked at me. Of course they stared, I mean I wasn't wearing what I usually wore. I didn't smile and say hello to them and I was late which is very rare for me. Luckily, I didn't have any clients of my own today. I decided to just walk into my office, read the newspaper and then maybe get a few hours sleep. No such luck. As soon as I'd sat down at my desk, I had about 3 or 4 employees surrounding me, asking me what was wrong. I just ignored them.

"You guys, leave. Let me talk to him," Erica suggested. Everyone left my office except Erica, who sat on top of my desk, crossing her legs like she was in elementary school and forcing me to look at her by holding my head up with her hands. "Talk to me," she said. I shook my head and tears came to my eyes. "Oh my god come here," she demanded, jumping up and wrapping her arms around me. I began to weep into her fake, plastic chest.

I cried for a while and Erica didn't say anything. It wasn't until I stopped and she handed me a tissue that she turned around and closed my office door. There'd been about 6 spectators at the door.

"Lock it," I told her. She did as I said.

"Now tell me, what's brought all this on? And don't you fucking dare say nothing, because it is so something. You never cry," she informed me. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth to speak.

"I had this sort of blind date. We'd been dating for a little while and we loved one another, but we both didn't know who the other was. I thought the guy might've been Mikey, Gerard's brother and so I made a jackass of myself. Anyway, it turns out that it wasn't Mikey and the guy I love doesn't love me back because of who I am. And now I feel so fucking stupid," I said, putting my head in my hands.

"Hey, it's alright. We've all been there. We've all had people break our hearts. Hell, I've been there about 3 times in the past year alone. But you know, there are still people that love you. I love you, Mimi loves you. All the other tattoo artists love you... well except Gerard, but the only thing he's capable of loving is fire," she said. I had to laugh. What she'd said was full of irony. "See, there's that sexy smile. Now tell me, how much sleep did you get last night?" she asked.

"All up, about two hours," I spoke, drying my face and sniffling a little bit.

"Lock the door and get some sleep," she suggested. I nodded. And then she left, no doubt to tell everyone about what happened to me. But at least she let me vent to her. It felt good to get everything off my chest. I locked my office door and went over to the couch in the corner, laying on it. It took me a little while, but eventually I drifted off to sleep.

 


Date: 2015-02-28; view: 563


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