KILL ME MOTHERf**kER! Shut me down, witch. That chapter was the most beautiful poop in the whole f**king world. Why? Why do you have to be such a damn good, amazing motherf**ker, babe? Thank you so frigging much! My ears were doing all the work. Listening. Waiting. Listening. f**king waiting. He cares. He f**king stopped, he f**king retained himself from exploding, just to be able to hear his baby. To f**king hold him close, dreading the answer that could fall from those lucious lips, and the pain but still love in those greens. He's changed drastically, for better. He still makes stupid mistakes, like leaving his baby alone, but he still cares. And he came back, he came back for his baby. f**king amazing. I took a deep breath. Decided it was time to just look at him. Look at the broken f**king useless mess in front of me. Take it all in, in a way he was my creation. Did I not make him this way? It hurts him to realize all the damage he has put his baby through. It hurts to see such perfection completely smudged. But he feels aliviated, because at least he knows he isn't the one who really broke Frankie down. He knows that somehow, he rescued his baby. He saved him, he took him. He demostrated he cares for him, he demostrated an action filled with the most deep, pure but denied love. And here goes the pansy of the year. I have to stop watching The Notebook. I'm being a guy lover. “I wouldn’t change it for anything. Everything that happened that day, I’m glad it did, Gerard” “I wouldn’t change it for the world” he whispered, and then let his eyes drift to meet mine. “That night, G…when I came back to you, back home I mean….you looked like you just f**king cared. You looked….at me…like how I wanted you to look at me ever since I f**king met you. You looked at me like nobody f**king else ever did” he said. I've fallen in love with ol' green eyes. G thinks Frankie is unaware to the world around him, f**king frail. Sure, he is vulnerable, he doesn't fight back, he takes everything in and he doesn't manage violence. But the way he analyzes situations stuns me. How he would be there for his G. How if it means he has to get butt-raped to get his f**ker back, he'll take it. He's loyal, of course, but he stands up for himself in a different way. He fights back, but he isn't violent, he doesn't punch, he doesn't kick. But he defends what he wants. And he keeps the faith. I looked at him in spite of myself. My eyes widened, in shock? f**k, I already knew that but here I was with this f**king pain in my chest. This hole? Like a bullet pierced right through my motherf**king skin, pierced right through the heart I thought I didn’t f**king have…and made me bleed all over that goddamn floor. He touched him. But this was different than before…before Frankie wasn’t mine. But now…he f**king was. Wasn’t he? Tell me he is a cold, heartless motherf**ker; tell me he doesn't love Frankie. And I'll smack your head against my bedroom's wall, witch. Seriously, G can express his feelings in a roughly romantic way that seems so beautiful and pained at the same time. Not just only the fact that his baby was raped, but the fact that it wasn't just his, now. He was tainted... by somebody else. He was corrupted, destroyed by another human. He was like... taken away from him. And he feels devastated, it hurts, it f**king hurts so much. Damn Gary. He smiled. Before getting up out of the tub. Water dripping off his naked white body. I got up too and got the homo a towel. “You’re so f**king stupid” I muttered as I wrapped the towel around him. It was more like a way of saying "I'm glad you're okay. I'm here for you. I'll catch you, baby." Obviously, he doesn't use the exact, right words, but if you're really paying attention to the lines and catch everything. You can see he is mentally thanking any God up there, for keeping his baby safe. For making him going back to that town, for making him realize how much he loves him. He's mentally slapping himself for being so f**king slow and stupid himself. And even if he can't express it correctly, Frankie can see it in his eyes and in his actions. “Guess what?” I could feel his breath on my face now, the stench of alcohol and vomit coming off of it. “I’d do it again. Every f**king day…any f**king body…as long as you’d just f**king stay…never f**king leave-” I cut him off this time. Finally after so f**king long crashing my lips against his. This was stupidly sweet. Not the way it was written, but the way they express their feelings. None of them can use the exact words, but they can read the other's eyes. And they can feel the love radiating from their irises. And G finally admitted to himself that he can't stay away from Frankie. Because since the beginning of this journey, Frankie was sure that G cared for him, but he wanted G to accept so. Fan-f**king-tastic! I missed this more than anything…I swear. Being away from your baby, knowing he could be in danger, which he was. Feeling alone, drowning and suffocating in a everlasting solitude. Being the jackass, smartass, butthole and denial f**ker that you've always been. Lead you to this. To love, to love that man in front of you. And you don't see him as the guy lover right now, you see him as your lover, your drug, your life and maybe even your death. I let my lips stay this time as my hands found his f**king face. Held him there, f**king felt him there. This was real, he was back. XD MegaLulz at G. How pathetic he can be right now? I laughed, I awwed, I stared at these lines. I f**king bounced afterwards. It was like, he said everything he felt in that simple kiss. The way his body, his soul, his self feels while having Frankie this close. f**king close. It's Friday, I'm in love. That echoed in my mind, and plus, I was listening to that song while reading and that line sounded in that part. f**king spectacular. “I missed you so much” I said breathlessly pressing my forehead against his. It was like saying "I love you." For the first time in the whole story, G spoke out loud his feelings. Like seriously, they rolled out of his tongue. And that was f**king sweet and adorable. Because, he doesn't know how much it means to Frankie. All those little actions. Those words, that gaze, it's beautiful. He doesn't know how much of a man he is right now. Because no matter if he prefers dick, he's now acting like a real man. Becuase he accepted himself, he accepted his feelings. Finally, a f**king long comment. But this chapter... I had to analyze it, because this is epic. f**king G, finally accepted it! The first step to admitting his love for Frankie, just a bit more and fluff! But... there's something that is bugging me. Okay, everything's going well, but... G left his jacket in the motel room where he killed Faggy Jason. And that's not good. So, everything's too good to be true right now. I still have that bugging inside. Or I'm being paranoid, too much time with G and you begin to lose your sanity. Heck. I loved this update, I've re-read it three times. I can't get over it. I'm so proud of G, so f**king proud of him, of his courage. He deserves to be happy for once, like Frankie. I love you, baby. Thank you so freaking much. You're perfect dear :wub: OX, p.