Romance Reloaded

(Franks POV)

Fuck this.
After an hour of awkward conversation with Ray and the odd questionable glance from Gerard, I had really had enough. I downed the last of my beer and paid my tab. “I’m going. I feel like shit.” I spat as I got up from the bar stool. “So we’ve fucking noticed!” Gee hissed. I was stunned by his direct statement, Gerard hadn’t spoken to me all night, I certainly didn’t expect him to start talking just as I was about to leave. “Frank, I don’t know what the hell is going on with you but you’re being such an ass. If it’s because I’ve been ignoring you then I’m sorry. I was really hurt and going cold turkey from alcohol wasn’t helping. I’m over that now. Buddies?” Gerard held out his hand for me to shake it. I just stood there. After all these months and he chooses now to start talking to me again. I took a deep breath and reluctantly shook his hand. To my astonishment Gee pulled my hand towards him, pulling my body towards him. He embraced me in a friendly yet awkward hug; I eventually had to bite the bullet and I hugged him back. My anger melted away from me and I almost succumbed to tears. “Sorry, man. Yeah, buddies… I guess.” I quickly let go as I felt my voice cracking, I didn’t really want to start crying in the middle of a bar. Soon after I departed and made my way home. I met Kat in the lobby and we walked up the stairs to our apartment together.

“Umm. Is Mikey, okay?” my awkward words broke the silence and Kat looked surprised as she unlocked the door to our apartment. “I didn’t think you cared. Yes, he’s fine. He’s coming to the bar on Friday and, he’s bringing a guest.” She giggled and turned up her nose as she flounced into the room. “Who’s he bringing like?” I questioned suspiciously. I watched Kat as she slipped off her skinny jeans and peplum top, replacing them for my old Misfits tee shirt I gave her nearly a year ago and a small pair of Lycra shorts. She giggled and dived onto the bed. “You’ll have to wait and see.” I was a little annoyed Kat wouldn’t tell me but I just smirked and removed my own tee shirt before pouncing on her. She bit her lip and giggled seductively. I pinned her arms above her head and nibbled her neck before kissing her passionately. Kats smile disappeared from our kiss and she pushed my arms away so I’d release her. “What’s wrong, angel?” I asked worriedly as she slipped under the covers and curled up into a foetal position. “I think we should go to bed.” Kat said solemnly. Confused by her actions I took off my jeans and slipped under the duvet beside her.
It was as if she knew.

(Kats POV)

I tossed and turned all night beside Frank but my thoughts were driving me insane. The second his lips touched mine I just wanted to recoil. The spark was gone and in its place was a strange presence I hadn’t felt before, I wasn’t really sure what was happening with me and Frank but it was slowly ripping a hole in my heart. I tried not to let that get in the way with college though; I figured things would blow over after a few days. Friday came around quite fast and my excitement for the announcement later that day began to grow. Brendon didn’t have classes on a Friday afternoon so it was just me and Lola for a few hours. We both sat side by side in Professor Simmons terribly boring lecture about the ‘Higgs Boson’ or the god particle as it was also known. I had spent the last hour or so doodling dragons in my note book when I noticed a tall, slim girl with short brown hair try to slip unnoticed into the class. Simmons stopped her almost immediately. “Miss Erika, you know I do not approve of tardiness in my lectures. Explain yourself.” The professor’s voice echoed through the room making the situation all the more awkward for everyone apart from Simmons himself. “Sorry sir. I’ve just returned from Miami. My flight landed this morning and I can’t afford to miss any more time off so I figured I’d come to your lecture this afternoon.” The girls voice, sweet and promising, rang through ears disturbing a memory. I knew her.

I scanned my thoughts for where I might have seen her before or where I knew her from, I zoned back into my mind and didn’t notice her take the available seat next to me. ‘Ray!’ I screamed internally. The girl was who Ray had told me he met in Miami, Christa Erika. Or at least she matched the description he had given me extremely well. At that moment Lola interrupted my thoughts by leaning over my next towards the girl. “Christa! It’s been ages! How are you?” my thoughts were confirmed. I’d found the girl Ray hadn’t stopped talking about for the last few months. “Sup, Lola.” She smiled past me. “Yeah, it sure has been a long time. Glad to be back though.” Both Lola and Christa carried on talking over me for a good few minutes before I came into the conversation. “Oh this is Kat, Christa. She’s fairly new here.” Lola said as the bell rang for the end of the day. “Hey, Christa.” I began awkwardly. “This may seem a little forward but do you wanna meet us in MercBar tonight? I have a friend I believe you know.” Christa tilted her head and furrowed her eyebrows. “Umm. Okay, Yeah. I’ll meet you both there.” She replied, still quite indecisive. We packed our books and departed ways down the corridor outside the lecture hall.

(Frank’s POV - meanwhile)

I opened one lazy eye and extended my arm to retrieve my phone from the bedside table. I unlocked it to find a message from an unknown number. Confused, I sat up and rubbed my eyes before opening it.
‘the other day was fun. Wanna hook up again today? ;) Jamia xx p.s. your number was on the tattoo form.’
I felt my stomach tie itself in a knot and my chest tightened. I knew it wasn’t the right thing to do. After a moment of contemplating how to reply I looked down at the screwed up sheets where Kat had once laid and a wave of anger came over me. Kat didn’t want me anymore, she made that clear last night; so why should I stay here alone when I could have a hot brunette pinned against a wall. With a smirk on my face I typed a reply.
‘I’d love to hook up again. Come over to my flat at 40 Mercer street. Be here in an hour. ;) xx’

Soon enough an hour passed and the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Jamia dressed in a tight black dress and red heels, I wasted no time in leading her in and locking the door behind us. I sunk my teeth playfully into her neck as I backed her up towards the bed. Jamia groaned and pulled my hair. I made quick work at unzipping her dress and ripping it off her as fast as I could. My heart was racing as I straddled her gorgeous body. It felt so wrong but so right. I kissed her passionately, and she kissed me back. Something I hadn’t gotten from Kat in a while now. She bit my lip and smiled through our kiss, I soon released her and headed down; she guided my head to where she wanted me and moaned. “Oh. Frank…”

After what seemed like an eternity of hot, passionate, fiery sex, I sat on the edge of the bed and watched Jamia slip her dress back on. I pulled a packet of cigarettes from my jeans pocket and proceeded to light a slim stick between my lips. “You seemed a lot more into it this time.” Jamia said as she fixed her hair in Kat’s mirror. I exhaled a trail of smoke across the room and smirked. “let’s just say I’m more care free now than I was last time.” Jamia raised her eyebrow as she walked over to the door of my bedroom. She giggled seductively and winked at me before disappearing around the door and letting herself out of the flat. I passed the rest of the day by practicing my guitar and then searching my closet for something to wear for that night, after all Kat had told me that Mikey was bringing a guest and we should all dress quite formally. I eventually settled on a white shirt, thin black tie, leather jacket and skinny jeans.

(Kat’s POV)

I arrived home and threw my bags down next to the door. “Are you ready?” I called. “We have to go and buy a bottle of wine before heading to the bar.” There was no reply. My blood began to boil as I walked into the bedroom to find Frank asleep with his guitar. I was about to shout at him for being behind when I was the cute, innocent look on his sleeping face; too adorable resist. Instead I took off my converse and playfully threw one at the sleeping Frank. “Get up lazy. I want you to go out and buy a bottle of wine before we go to the bar.” Frank opened his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows at me as a huge yawn escaped his lips. “We’re going to a bar, why do we need to buy wine?” frank asked as I headed over to the closet and searched for my black blouse to wear with my red skinny jeans and black heels. “As a gift.” I stated from behind the closet door. Frank quickly changed as I sat at my dressing table to do my makeup in front of the mirror. “Guess I’ll be heading out now.” Frank said peering around the door. “Okay. Meet you at the bar.” I said whilst evening up my eyeliner wings.

After half an hour of hair spray, mascara and deciding how to wear my hair I stood in front of the mirror and studied myself in great detail. I pinned my hair back in a high braid slipped on my leather jacket. To say I wasn’t too confident with my appearance I thought I looked pretty good. I decided to call Lola to tell Christa and her to meet us at the bar at 6:00pm, in half an hours’ time. Grabbing my lipstick and phone I headed down stairs and began walking down the boulevard under the setting sun. Despite my excitement for Brendon and Mikey’s announcement something was making me feel rather uncomfortable, though I couldn’t really figure out what it was.

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