A/N: Well here I am, trying to write chapter 7… I've been sitting here for about 40 minutes trying to get an idea for this chapter… I think I know where I'm going to take this chapter… but it could be totally different by the time I'm done… you never know… Well enough of my crap, on with the story! Please read and review! I will love you forever and ever! And thank you to everyone who reviewed the other chapters! Okay, now I'm REALLY done!

Chapter 7: Goodbye Love

One week. That's all that's left until he leaves. One flipping week; seven days; 168 hours; 10,080 minutes; 604,800 seconds (depending on how you wanted to count it) left until the love of my life leaves (not that anyone's counting)! I just can't take it anymore. Now, I am reacting totally different from last week.

I said I spent all of my time with Frank, doing everything with him, and all that fun stuff. Well, now I'm doing the exact opposite. I don't even want to look at him; it makes me feel sick to my stomach. I just lay around in my room all day, listing to music.

And of course Frank picks the perfect time to try to talk to me (for probably the millionth time!) right in the middle of listening to "Whatsername," by Green Day (which is pretty much a song about this guy who looses this girl that he really loves and is trying to remember what her name is, and it's really depressing, especially if the love of your life is about to leave!).

So anyway, I'm listening to the last track off of the "American Idiot" album, when who should walk in but Frank! I was already tearing up a little bit, but him coming in just made it a million times worse!

"Annabel?" He asked cautiously as he opened my door. I was in my bed, a box of chocolates on my stomach, just pigging out, about to burst into tears. "Annabel, can we talk?"

"No." I said picking up a piece of chocolate and shoving it into my mouth just as Billie Joe Armstrong sang, "Now I wonder how Whatsername has been…"

"Aw, come on," he said, sitting on the edge of my bed. I turned my head to look at the wall, so I wouldn't have to see him. That ended up being a bad idea, seeing as his picture was now right in front of my face. "Tell me what's wrong."

"You." I said, not bothering to look at him.

"Why won't you look at me?" he asked, "Or talk to me, or talk to anyone else for that matter."

"Because."

He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. "Tell me what's wrong? Why are you just locked up in your room all the time? Talk to me, we miss you, I miss you."

I smacked his hand away. "Don't touch me." I snapped, and instantly regretted it.

He stared at me for a moment and stood up. "Fine, I guess you don't really need me." He started walking toward the door. "I guess I'll just leave."

Only then did I look at him, really look at him. He looked torn up inside, like I felt. I hadn't realized that this would be affecting him as much as it was affecting me too. And, looking at him, the thought of him leaving, walking away from me without me having said a word to him, it scared the shit out of me. Only then did I realize that I did need him, or I would go crazy.

I sat up in my bed. "Wait!" I called, right as he was about to close the door behind him. He turned around, a slight smile on his face and looked at me, waiting for me to say more. "I… I really do need you." I looked down at my hands, nervously. "Don't leave me." I whispered.

He walked over to me and pulled me into a hug, sitting down next to me on the bed. We sat there, in each other's arms, for God knows how long. After a while though, he said, "Talk to me."

I wasn't sure what he wanted me to say to him. Did he want to know why I wasn't talking to anyone? Yes, that was obvious. But I didn't want to say anything about that yet. It still hadn't totally sunk in that he, the love of my life, was almost gone from me forever.

I just said the one thing that I knew with all my heart and body and soul was the truth. "I love you, Frank."

He just smiled, and I rested my head on his chest. "I love you too, Annabel." He whispered into my ear as tears started streaming down my face.

"I'm sorry." I said, trying to wipe away all of my tears. "I just… I just don't know what I'm going to do without you."

"You don't have to be sorry." He said. "I feel the same, believe me. But not talking to anyone isn't going to make it any better, or make me stay longer."

"I know," I said, "But… I just can't look at you because I feel like I can't have you. Like I'm not good enough and that's why you're leaving."

"Don't think that about yourself!" Frank said. He turned me so I was now facing him. He started stroking my cheek with his thumb. "You are not the reason I'm leaving, I love you. You are beautiful, smart, funny, and just perfect. And I feel like the luckiest guy in the world whenever I'm around you. I love you." He said again.

"I love you too." I said, for the millionth time. But no matter how many times I said those three words, it would still never be able to show how much I love him.

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Shane, Adam, Roman, and Jake were busy putting amps, guitars, drums, microphones and all of the other band equipment into the back of their van. Frank and I offered to help, but they said no, that we should spend our last hour together.

Yes, today was the day they were leaving. They had to start their tour in a few days, and I had to get ready to go back to school next month. I probably look like shit right now, standing here, weeping in Frank's arms, but I really don't care. Frank and I are spending what time we have left together, together for the last time.

"Promise that you will never forget me." I whispered into Frank's chest. Everyone else had already said goodbye to my dad and I, and they were already in the van, ready to go.

"I could never forget you." He said wrapping his arms around me for the last time.

"I love you." I said, firmly. I stood up straight. I had to be strong. If this love was real, like we both felt it was, then this wasn't goodbye.

"I love you too." He said. He kissed me on the lips, hard, one last time. And I knew that I was right, this wasn't goodbye, not really.

He turned around, and went into the van. I can't believe I survived this day. I turned around and started back towards my house, I didn't want to see him go, it would kill me.

I went up to my room, and sat on my bed. I looked at all of the pictures hanging on my walls. But there was a new one added to my collection.

It was a picture that had been taken at my birthday party. Frank had his arms wrapped around me, tickling me, and he was kissing me on the cheek, with his eyes closed, and I had the biggest smile on my face, trying not to laugh.

Looking at this picture, and the other's of him, suddenly made me felt nauseous. I covered my mouth, ran to the bathroom, and threw up. I had no idea what I was feeling, or why I was sick suddenly, but I didn't really care at the moment.

Once I felt a little better, I went back into my room, laid down, closing my eyes, drifting off to sleep with only one thought going through my head…

I love you, Frank Wiegand, and I always will….

A/N: It's over! And I know it's only 7 chapters, but I promise, there will be a sequel that will be WAY better than this, and much longer. I already have chapter one planed out in my head, and it should be up really, really soon! I have Friday off this week and Monday off next, so it should be up sometime between now and then! Thank you to everyone who has read my story, and everyone who had reviewed! I love you all to DEATH! Also, sorry this chapter's short, I just can't think of anything else, and I REALLY want to write a sequel. Thanks again! Please, please, please, please, PLEASE review! I LOVE YOU ALL! And watch out for the sequel!