From The Coffee Shop To Here
But It's My Life
Thanks for such nice comments guys cx <4 here we go
Emma's POV
"Really you want to come?!" Franks asks grinning from ear to ear. I nod eagerly."Fuck yeah!" he squeals and jumps up and down. He holds hands with me and we jump together squealing.
"Well I guess I should get my stuff," I suggest.
"Wait what about the shop?" Frank cocks his head.
"Shit," I mumble. I run my fingers through my jet black hair. "Well maybe just maybe I can ask my dad to take care of it," I crack a weak smile. He nods.
"Sounds cool," I cross my fingers and show him while giving him a hopeful smile.
"Alright I'll call him and we'll try to sort things out," I take out my phone and scroll through my contacts till I find the "dad" contact. I press lightly on his number to call. I slowly put my phone up to my ear. Frank wanders through the shop smiling and gazing at the different music posters.I tap nervously on the counter. I'm a tad nervous. Just what if he says no? What if yells at me? What if I get in trouble, but I'm a grown woman;I'm able to make my own decisions. Right? Well what if-
"Hello?" My dad's voice says on the other line.
"Oh hi dad,"
"What's wrong, you sound nervous?"
"Well..."
"Come on, tell me."
"Okay, well um remember Frank, Frank Iero?"
"Oh your little friend from school, what about him?"
"So here's the thing he popped in today at the shop.."
"Go on."
"And he asked if I can go tour with him and his band and I well um was wondering if you can-"
"Now wait just a minute!" My heart skipped a beat oh no. My palms got a little sweaty. This is what I was fearing. "Do you know who these people are, from his band? You don't even know them, they could be rapists!" I roll my eyes.
"Dad I just-"
"And what about the shop, you have worked so hard to get where you are at!"
"That's what I'm calling about. I need someone to take care of it and I was thinking maybe you can.."
"No,'' No. That's the answer I was fearing.
"Look okay um fine. I'll just sell it or maybe close for a few months."
"How are you going to pay for the bills while you are gone? Besides you are too young to go out,"
"Dad I'm freaking 22 years old! I think I can make my own decisions!Just never mind, I can handle it.Bye," I hang up with my blood boiling. "Too young". Yeah right.
"So how did it work out?" Frank asks eagerly.
"Perfectly. I just need to get my stuff and let's tour!" I smile widely and give him a hug.
"Great let's go!" We both walk out of the shop and head to our cars.
"So just follow me to my place," I call out. He gives a thumbs up. I step into my car. How in the hell am I going to do this? I sigh deeply and rub my eyes. I turn on the car and head to my town house.
Emma's POV
"Really you want to come?!" Franks asks grinning from ear to ear. I nod eagerly."Fuck yeah!" he squeals and jumps up and down. He holds hands with me and we jump together squealing.
"Well I guess I should get my stuff," I suggest.
"Wait what about the shop?" Frank cocks his head.
"Shit," I mumble. I run my fingers through my jet black hair. "Well maybe just maybe I can ask my dad to take care of it," I crack a weak smile. He nods.
"Sounds cool," I cross my fingers and show him while giving him a hopeful smile.
"Alright I'll call him and we'll try to sort things out," I take out my phone and scroll through my contacts till I find the "dad" contact. I press lightly on his number to call. I slowly put my phone up to my ear. Frank wanders through the shop smiling and gazing at the different music posters.I tap nervously on the counter. I'm a tad nervous. Just what if he says no? What if yells at me? What if I get in trouble, but I'm a grown woman;I'm able to make my own decisions. Right? Well what if-
"Hello?" My dad's voice says on the other line.
"Oh hi dad,"
"What's wrong, you sound nervous?"
"Well..."
"Come on, tell me."
"Okay, well um remember Frank, Frank Iero?"
"Oh your little friend from school, what about him?"
"So here's the thing he popped in today at the shop.."
"Go on."
"And he asked if I can go tour with him and his band and I well um was wondering if you can-"
"Now wait just a minute!" My heart skipped a beat oh no. My palms got a little sweaty. This is what I was fearing. "Do you know who these people are, from his band? You don't even know them, they could be rapists!" I roll my eyes.
"Dad I just-"
"And what about the shop, you have worked so hard to get where you are at!"
"That's what I'm calling about. I need someone to take care of it and I was thinking maybe you can.."
"No,'' No. That's the answer I was fearing.
"Look okay um fine. I'll just sell it or maybe close for a few months."
"How are you going to pay for the bills while you are gone? Besides you are too young to go out,"
"Dad I'm freaking 22 years old! I think I can make my own decisions!Just never mind, I can handle it.Bye," I hang up with my blood boiling. "Too young". Yeah right.
"So how did it work out?" Frank asks eagerly.
"Perfectly. I just need to get my stuff and let's tour!" I smile widely and give him a hug.
"Great let's go!" We both walk out of the shop and head to our cars.
"So just follow me to my place," I call out. He gives a thumbs up. I step into my car. How in the hell am I going to do this? I sigh deeply and rub my eyes. I turn on the car and head to my town house.
Update?
4/22/14