'Jealousy was also a big issue, you know. Seeing you with everyone from Mel, to that coffee place girl, the tattoo parlour girl and Bianca, I was just...I couldn't believe how completely and utterly useless it made me feel. It started out as such a harmless crush for the first few weeks, but eventually progressed to infatuation and, now, well...I can honestly say that I'm completely in love with you...but I know that there's no way in hell that you'll believe me,' I said, suddenly feeling like the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders, the same weight that had been there, relentlessly getting heavier by the day, for the last year of my existence. I was doing it; I was telling Frank Iero that I was in love with him. About fucking time.
'I want more than anything in the world for you to believe me. All of this time has been wasted with us both telling ourselves that it was impossible that we each felt the same way about each other, when now we obviously realise that we do. I know that I have no journals or real proof, but...I hope that this confession is enough to make you believe that no one in this world can ever physically ache to be with you every moment like I do,' I said, feeling utmost proud of myself for forming my feelings in such an eligible, elegant manner. I never thought of myself as the "poetic" type, but I guess when you're in love with someone, it sort of comes naturally.
'Prom's such a fucking joke,' I sighed in irritation, surprising myself at my abrupt diversion. Frank looked up at me in confusion at my subject change, my inappropriately nervous tendencies getting the best of me...again.
'The only reason I said yes to coming with Joey was because I was so sure you'd get asked out by someone...and I though the only reason you asked me in the first place was out of pity. But, when Joey asked me out, I knew that I was lying to myself. I couldn't take it anymore and now I've lost him as a friend, just because I thought that it could have possibly had something to do with why you weren't talking to me,' I confessed, watching his jaw open slightly in shock as his eyes met mine again. I could feel myself melting again under his powerful stare, praying that he'd be able to understand what I was saying and maybe even empathise with it.
'That night that you came over and told me, well, everything, I was the person making constant calls to your house and cell phone. I was going to tell you how I felt, because I thought that our friendship was already in shambles, but it was only because the pressure of these feelings we both had finally gave way,' I explained, seeing realisation and understanding wash over his prefect face. I could still barely believe that someone so perfectly made could want to spend their time with someone like me, never mind confess that they were in love with me. I guess that no matter how much time did go by I'd never be able to fully absorb it all.
'I-I don't know what to say, I...Lienna, what's left for us to do now?' he spoke up in a slight stammer. It was then that I noticed my body start to shake from the cold, goose bumps forming on my arms. Frank seemed to notice this, too, and quickly shrugged off his black tux jacket. I chuckled quietly to myself as a tear rolled down my cheek, feeling like the luckiest person in the world as he wrapped the vanilla scented jacket over my shoulders.
'I need to know that you believe everything I've just told you,' I told him, connecting my eyes to his once again. The overpowering urge to lunge forward into his warm arms and kiss him again was now more pronounced that ever, causing a sickly feeling to creep into my stomach.
'Lienna, I've known and been in love with you for a whole year. Of course I trust you enough to know that you're telling me the truth...however unbelievable it is to hear,' he chuckled to himself. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders an held me close, his heartbeat the most soothing sound I'd ever heard.
'I can't believe this is happening still, it's just...it's all so sudden,' he said, his soothing breath floating over my cold skin as he spoke. His hand grasped onto my arm tightly as he held me close, my hand finding its way to his barely covered chest, the white dress shirt he was wearing obviously thin.
'Considering the facts displayed here, I uh...I think it's pretty much safe to say that what happens next is going to be the best moment of my life so far,' he chuckled to himself lightly, the index finger from his free hand tilting up my chin so that he could plainly see my grinning face.
'Lienna, you're the most intelligent, fun, kind hearted, interesting, loving, caring, gorgeous girl that I have ever met or even looked at in the last eighteen years. I can't help but believe that fate has managed to bring us together like it has, and I know that after I ask you this one question, nothing can break us apart,' he grinned helplessly, his words like the best song I'd ever heard as they met my ears.
I stared deeply into his beautifully captivating eyes as his mouth opened to ask me the one question I had been waiting for.
'Will you officially become my girlfriend?' he asked, and a million emotions fluttered throughout my body. The dark night seemed to illuminate into a bright summer's day as I stared up at Frank, my grin matching his in such a way that told us both how alike and perfect we would and were going to be together. My knees weakened slightly as I moved my head upward from his chest, so that my forehead was pressing against his, and I nodded enthusiastically.
'Yes,' I breathed, about to allow my grin get even bigger, but I was cut off by Frank's warm, soothing lips crashing down onto my own. I allowed my hand actions to mirror his, my fingers now running through his hair identically to how his were through mine. I felt completely in my element now, like this was the most memorable, beautifully ecstasy-worthy moment of my life, especially when Frank's desperate tongue managed to part my lips open.
'Hey,' Frank breathed quickly, abruptly moving his face about an inch from mine with a wide set grin on his face. I could only just believe how perfect this moment was, every single broken piece of my life magically coming together to make everything make sense and seem complete.
'What did I tell you about making out with lip rings, huh?' he asked teasingly, causing me to grin at the memory of him first telling me how good it was to make out with someone who had a lip ring, never mind when both people had them.
'You're stuck with me now, you know that, right?' I asked him playfully, his arms wrapping around my waist as he pulled me closer. He planted a sweet, innocent kiss on my lips, one of a million more to come, brushed some hair out of my face with a swift, gentle movement of his hand, and grinned in his usual teasing way as he let out an elegant sigh and whispered,
'You're pretty strung out for a girl.'
These are my other finale banners from MandaXx :]
On Sunday the 22nd of August 2006, I decided to post up four chapters of a new story I had in the works called Pretty Strung Out For A Girl.
Another Wasted Breath was almost finished and I already had ideas planned out for this new story, but I had no idea where I was going with it.
No one really read it, but, by around the twentieth chapter, I'd gained about fifteen or so readers.
Now I look back at the quiz details of that first chapter, and it's been taken 3562 times.
Before I knew it I had people throwing banners at me, telling me how my writing was descriptive, un-rushed, realistic and very enjoyable, telling me how my writing was also dragging on, getting boring and having no real purpose, asking me to update immensely, to read their stories and give them feedback...it was a lot to take in.
Pressure piled in on me, but luckily [I wasn't saying luckily at the time, though, lol], I lost the internet for six weeks. This gave me a hell of a long time to do some writing and I had eighty chapters all done for when I got the internet back.
I'd like to point out that without this internet mishap, PSOFAG wouldn't have as many updates as frequently as I get them out now. I'd also like to inform you that because I don't plan to lose the internet again, everyone is going to have to be a lot more patient when the ball starts rolling for my next story.
Without sounding corny or big headed, this story has enabled me to connect with MCR a lot more as a band and the pressure that they had on their shoulders.
Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge discovered them, got them acknowledged, loved, and gave them a hell of a lot of fans. People started to highly anticipate their next album, thus making them weary to bring out The Black Parade.
Is it just me that can notice how my Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge is PSOFAG, and how my next story will act as my The Black Parade?
Ah, my next story.
Medicate Your Lives is the name of it :]
I have a lot of ideas for it that are extremely well planned out, if I do say so myself. I only have eight chapters wrote up so far, so you're seriously going to have to be patient if you become hooked on it or anything, lol.
It starts out very differently to any other Frank story on this site, I do believe, so it should make an interesting read. I think it will have around 150 chapters in total, making it a lot shorter than PSOFAG, but a lot of advice has been given to me to make this my best, most well-written story to date.
First chapter will be up on...Wednesday?
Okay, now I know a lot of people are going to be extremely disappointed by the ending of this story, but you know what?
So long as I, the author, like the way I ended it, then that's it. No questions asked. If I like it, then that's all that matters, in my opinion.
I'd like to kindly request that I don't receive hatemail or shit like that. I'll just put it down to the fact that you're jealous of how "popular" I am on this site, however hard that concept is for me to understand still.
Now, with haters, come the 95% of lovers of my stuff.
I know that my closer friends on this site and the dedicated, more appreciative readers, which is the vast, vast majority, will personally like the way I have ended this story. I sincerely hope that you've enjoyed this agonisingly long read, and that things turned out good for you, lol.
This is where I would like to thank the following users, in some form of order:
DeadLoveOfAVamp, aka Ashley, the use and base of the character Ashley in the story and one of the people who have stuck with me from the beginning :]
xXHarlotXx, aka G, the fellow Brit with excellent advice and supportive, nice tendencies :]
1985-ANDREA-1985, aka Andrea, the kind hearted, down to earth, obsessive lover :]
Nanuaq and mildeto, dudes whose stories I read and am good friends with because they're kind and type in full English :]
SPandGCgirl and [x]Pansy[x], the good conversationalists that I look forward to talking to :]
x3Kristenx3, the awesome, animated banner maker girl that I need to revive my conversations with, lol :]
And MandaXx, those two awesome, kind, dedicated talented girls that I owe over twenty banners to and a hell of a lot more attention and "thank you"'s than I can give them.
That's sort of it.
PSOFAG is over; the ending of an era.
I just hope you'll be patient enough for what's next ;]
xo;;<3.
frankieroishot.
