~Desperate's P.O.V.~

Gerard had left the room for a few minutes and came back with some clothes,

"I got you a pair of my jeans, they're a women's cut so they should fit. and I stole one of Frank's shirts," he said, handing me a pile of clothes. "get dressed,"

Gerard turned around and I started to take off my clothes and get dressed. I was actually surprised that the jeans fit as well as they did. "done," I said. Gerard turned around and smirked,

"what?" I said, starting to become self-conscious.

"nothing, would you like to borrow my eye liner?"

"uh, sure?"

He dragged me to the bathroom and watched me as I brushed out my hair and put a bit of eye liner on my top and bottom lids, then bust out laughing. I pushed him roughly against the wall, scaring the shit out of him. he stopped laughing.

"tell me what the-fucking hell is so damn funny!!" I shouted,

He looked at me fearfully, then a stupid smirk appeared on his face, "you look pretty-damn hot," he said. my face went completely red and I let him go.

"your fucking strong as hell, too," I laughed at his comment. Gerard led us into the living room where we were greeted by the rest of the band. but for some reason they just kept staring at me. I'm not really all that pretty to begin with. I'm not all that thin, actually, even though I haven't had a decent meal in six months. and my beasts have developed into a DD, sadly. so, I'm not all that attractive and I'm a bit over-proportioned in the top half. I sat down across from Frank, who was messing with his guitar. He looked up at me and smiled.

"nice shirt," he said, smiling.

"whatever," I said, blushing and hiding my face behind my extremely long bangs.

"Frank, put your shit away, we've got to go now," Gerard shouted from some other room, I wasn't even aware that he had left me. Frank sighed and put his guitar down. the rest of the guys got up and left me in the room with Frank. we got up and followed them.

~

we were at the mall, and damn, was it huge. especially for a Michigan mall. (note from author~ seriously, the mall's in Michigan are small as fuck. it is not fun in any way, shape, or form.) Gerard and Frank were fighting over who was going to take me shopping while the rest of them went to go get dinner.

"dude, your a perv, first of all, and you peep in the lady's room," Frank started,

"I find that very un-settling, seeing as hew as in the room when I got dressed..." I said. "can I just choose?" Before anyone could protest, I grabbed Frank's hand and walked with him in the opposite direction of the rest of the guys, yelling a quick "bye!" over my shoulder at Gerard.

"well aren't you in a hurry?" Frank questioned, I rolled my eyes at him and dropped his hand.

"not really, he's kinda annoying," I said,

"sister, ain't that the truth,"

we traveled to the other side of the mall and finally found a hot topic, and damn was it huge. seriously, two fucking stories.

"band tees?" he asked, I nodded my head. we gathered all of the clothing I would need.

"I'm gona need to try these on," I said to the sales person, they got me a dressing room.

"I want to see how those jeans fit, by the way," Frank said, I cocked an eyebrow.

"you mean your not going to watch me?"

Frank smirked and shook his head, "I think you'll be fine,"

I tried on the shirts, and the jeans, letting Frank see how they fit me. I'm pretty fucking sure that it was just an excuse to look at my ass, but...

Notes

okeez... I will update again later tonight or tomorrow. I hope you've liked this so far;)
hardest thing ever: keeping a decent pokerface while writing fan fiction with your parent in the room.

~Katiekilljoy<4