You Are Everything I Want 'Cause You Are.....

The full title is "You are everything I want, cause you are everything I'm not."

P.O.V. Gerard

You smile at me from over the top of your book, bringing it to my attention that I've been staring at you for over ten minutes. I try to return my focus to the television, but it's no use; my eyes keep wandering back to your face.

I could spend countless hours, simply admiring the perfection that leaks from every contour of your body. I'll never get sick of looking at you; a perfect example of perfection, so detailed and elegant. I know you like the back-seat of my car, and I love every little thing about it.

Your hips are like heaven, a little bone poking out, but you've managed to keep you beautiful curves. When I see them I think of having you in the water, your wet shorts clinging to your wet body as I kiss you, holding your rounded hips and pressing against them. You're so beautiful.

I watch you read, that serious look on your face as you chew the inside of your cheek. I wish you could see how perfect you are.

You look up at me, your big, round, honey eyes meeting mine. They're more than beautiful. There's no word for it. You look back at your book, not saying a word, but you grin. You must think I"m creepy.

I wish I was even half as pretty as you, so maybe you'd look at me, and notice how much I crave you. I want to be thin, until my him bones poke out under my skin and you can see the curve of my waist. You'd like me then I bet. If I was pretty like you. But I'm not. I'm just...me. You could never love me. I'm not beautiful enough to deserve it. You can do better than me and we both know it.

You shift in your seat, turning so your legs are on the couch. I love how you move; smooth and gracefully. It's beautiful and the fact that you don't notice or do it on purpose, only makes it more appealing.

I watch you read, wishing I had the balls to tell you what I'm thinking; to tell you how you make me want you; every little think I've been hiding since the first time I met you. I should've told you that very first day. But It wouldn't have changed anything. I'd still be ugly old me and you'd still be Frank. Beautiful and perfect in every way.

You sigh and put your book down, dog earing a page to mark your spot. You look at me for a minute, without saying a word, before you get up and stretch yawning.

"I'm going to bed." You say, walking past me. You stop in the doorway and look back at me. "Want to come?"