Lindsey P.O.V.

After a week of our little chat, I began to think Eliza isn't right for Gerard.

I mean, I know what you might think, 'it's because I still love Gee.' Well that is one reason, but the other is on the tip of my tongue.

"Hey Lindsey," Frank said taking the seat next to me.

We were eating breakfast. Now that the whole thing between me and Gee is 'cleared' up, I let the guys sit with us.

Gerard, Bob, Jimmy, and Eliza weren't here yet. It's just Jennifer, Frank, Ray, Steve, and I.

"What's up," I said.

Out of no where he kisses my cheek. "Ew you nasty!" I said. I grabbed a napkin and wipe off where he had kissed me.

"Hey, don't look at me, Gerard wanted me to do that," Frank said.

"Double ew." I said rubbing the napkin on my cheek harder.

"Lindsey, you're going to leave a big red mark on your check!" Jennifer said.

I stopped and put the napkin on the table.

"Too late!" Frank said and laughed.

I gave a sarcastic smile and punched Frankie on the arm.

"Ouch! Hey that hurt, a lot!" He protested.

"Good. That's what you get for kissing my damn cheek," I said.

"Who kissed who?" Gerard said taking a seat next to Bob. Eliza sat next to Gerard, of course.

"Lindsey, why do you have a big red mark on your cheek?" Jimmy asked taking a seat next to Jenn.

By now everyone was here sitting down.

"Frank kissed my cheek! That's what fucking happened." I said.

"Keep your lips to your wife, Frank," Mikey said.

"What, it was a message from someone," Frank said.

"Well tell them they can go fuck themselves," I said looking at Gerard. He saw and looked down at his food.

"Well, I think that person will get the memo," Frank said.

"So, are you guys excited for the week break we have." Steve said.

"Honey, it's just a break from the shows, we're still on tour," I said to Steve.

"Isn't it next week?" Ray asked.

"Yep," Steve said.

"Well, aren't you excited," I said taking a bite of my biscuit.

"I get to see my Lucinda," Steve said with a smile.

"Aw you going to see your wife," Frank said in a baby voice.

"Shut the fuck up, Frank," I said playfully, "you have a wife too. Remember, her name is Jamia."

"Oh no! I've been brainwashed!" Frank said and laughed.

"Oh no! Aliens do exist!" I said.

"Quick Lindsey," he said grabbing my arm, "we must call the FBI!"

"I think we should let the aliens take Frank," Bob said.

"Well, fuck you too," Frank said.

"Guys! Stop it, you're going to make me choke on my food!" Jennifer said.

"Boo Boo, we already do that with just us," I said.

"True. But, Boo Boo, I'm a drummer who needs her energy for the day," Jennifer said.

"Then drink a lot of caffeine, Boo Boo," I said and we all laughed. Frank laughed so hard that soda came out of his nose.

"Oh my gosh... ew you motherfucker," I said between the laughs. I laugh so hard that I manage to fall to the ground.

I think we were too loud, because everyone was looking at us, trying to understand what was so funny.

"Oh my gosh! Someone pick up Lindsey. She fell! She fell! She's on the ground!" I heard Gerard said between the laughs.

Sadly, no one came to help me up cause we were still laughing our asses off. Literally.

Soon, I heard choke noises coming. I didn't know who it was but we kept laughing.

"Someone, help the person who's choking," I manage to say between the laughs.

I heard someone get off their chair and help the person.

"Why to keep laughing you guys," I heard Eliza say.

I saw it was Gerard who help Eliza. He then came over to where I was, rolling on the floor, laughing my ass off, and help me up.

Somehow, we all managed to pull ourselves together. My stomach hurt so much from laughing, it's not even funny!

"Guys, my stomach hurts!" I whined.

"Well, no shit Sherlock," Jimmy said.

"Guys!" I said.

"What!"

"We're stupid."

"It took you that long?" Bob said.

"You know you're in it too," Frank said.

"Fuck you, Iero," Bob said.

"Please," Frank said.

"There are children here!" I said.

"Really, who?" Frank said.

"Boo Boo and I," I said.

"We're giant five year-olds," Jennifer said.


After the breakfast, we did our shows and everything. I couldn't shake off the looks I got from Eliza. I mean, do you really have to be a bitch right now?

The ice cream truck came. We stopped it and asked for some. I tell you, we're giant five year-olds.

As I get my ice cream, I can hear Gerard laughing with Eliza. I bit my lip and looked away. I began to walk to a bench with my head down.

When I sat down, I felt a lump in my throat. Oh, how I hate being in love with him.

"Is this seat taken?" I heard Bob ask.

"No, not at all," I mumbled. He sat down.

"What's wrong," he asked.

"You know," I said. He looked at Gerard and Eliza.

"He's an idiot, I tell you," Bob said.

"I know," I said. "Why did I break my promise, Bob?"

"You know why," he said.

"No."

"Because you really do love him, the same why he loves you. The only reason he's with the Wicked Witch of the West is because he's been trying to forget about you for a long time." Bob said.

"What?"

"Gerard. Since the day you left to New York, he's been trying to forget you. By the way, why'd you left?" Bob asked.

"I was originally planning to be in New York for just a year, maybe less." I said.

"Well, plan failed. You were there for four years." Bob said.

I laughed. "I know. Well, we recorded a new album, so that's another year." I said.

"So you were suppose to be there for two years. But you were there for four," Bob said.

"I know. The extra two years was because my mother got very ill and died." I mumbled.

"I'm sorry for your loss," Bob said rubbing my back.

"It's fine. We all die in the end," I said.

"Sounds like you're not afraid of dying." Bob said with a frown.

"I'm not. I mean, that's what gonna happen to all of us. We die. We're born, live a life here, then die." I said.

"So why aren't you afraid of dying. Most people are." Bob said.

"Because I almost have my so call 'bucket list' checked out." I said.

"Really? Well, why are other people afraid of dying?" Bob asked.

"Because they still have things to do in their 'bucket list', that's why," I said.

"Okay. If I were you, I finish that ice cream," Bob said.

"Don't worry, I will," I said.

He stood up. "Well, I'll see you later, Lindsey." Bob said.

"Bye."
I ate my ice cream, but not too fast. I kept looking at the ground. I jumped when I saw a pair of feet there.

I look up to see it's Eliza.

"Hey Eliza," I said giving a smile.

"Drop the attitude," she snapped.

"What?" I asked in confusion.

"Drop the attitude, Lindsey," Eliza repeated.

"What attitude?" I asked.

"Quit stealing Gerard from me! Don't even fucking talk to him or I'll fuck you up. Got it, bitch?" Eliza snapped.

"Well, not trying to be rude here, but quit being the Wicked Witch of the West," I said.

"Ha ha ha. Funny, you know you should be a comedian," Eliza said sarcastically.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I snapped.

"What is yours? You're trying to take Gerard away from me you fucking cunt," Eliza said.

"Me, steal Gerard- no, no, no. You got it wrong. We're just friends. That's all," I said.

It's true. We're just friends and I don't think I want to get back with Gerard.

"Just friends, huh? Well, explain to me why they drugged me," Eliza said.

"Who drugged you?" I asked.

"The guys. They drugged me for a reason. And every since I was drugged, you seem to welcome us more," Eliza said.

"Well I didn't know you were drugged in the first place." I said. "And I just want to be nice."

"You know what. Don't talk to him. Don't look at him. Don't take him away from me, or I'll fuck you you slut!" Eliza said and left.

"Wow, what a bitch." I said to myself.

I know why she wants to be Gerard's girlfriend so badly. She wants to be in the spotlight. And, the only way she can be in the spotlight is dating someone famous, like Gerard.

Eliza doesn't really love Gerard at all. She only wants him for the fame. Gerard is being used.