Never Mind About The Shape I'm In

FRANK'S POV

I check his phone. A wave of relief washes over me. It was just Bob. Bob was okay. He was a complete teddy bear around the guys, but whenever a got bullied he was a rabbid dog - but like... human.

When Gerard finally got out of the shower, I hopped in and washed my hair.

I washed out all the dirt and all my problems. I just got everything out of my hair for a while, but I knew that I would sin again. I would leave here clean and come back just as dirty if not more so. I always feel the same.

I'll do that tomorrow. I'm doing that today. I did it yesterday.
While I was in there I sang a few of my songs. Then I thought about writing something fresh.

I think I want it to repeat to get the point across, but it needs to speed up a bit first.
"because it feels like yesterday
i can't be wrong
i'm relieving yesterday"
I continued to think about the song as I went to the bedroom to get dressed in my tightest jeans seeing as that's what I was wearing when I came over -I was trying to impress Gerard- and one of Gerard's Iron Maiden shirts. This one is my favorite because it was one of the earliest.

Nope, they don't make 'em like this anymore.

I went back to the bathroom and used Mikey's straightener.(Mikey's gonna be so mad at me.) Making sure my bangs swept around my right eye just so. I pulled out my thick red eye liner that I always carry and smudge the lines I make. Then I remember I got a hair cut that makes my cheeks look chubbier (and dammit I loved my cheeks!)

I grabbed a wipe and got rid of the red because it didn't go with the cut anymore. Then I pulled out my black eye liner and put on a thin line. I looked myself over in the mirror and prepped for another day of hell until I smelled something.

Coffee?

I ran to the kitchen like a kid ran to the presents on Christmas day.

Am I supposed to buy them presents? Shit. I already missed Black Friday.

Gerard, Mikey, Ray, and Bob are all leaned against either the counter or the fridge sipping on their cups of liquid heaven. My nose hadn't failed me.

Bob went to the living room and turned on Jake and the Neverland Pirates while Ray and Mikey told me and Gerard about their new favorite horror movie, The Gate, as if we hadn't watched it a billion times before. I wasn't listening though. I was too busy giving Gerard the evil eye.

"What's wrong with your face Fwankie?" he said laughing into his cup then taking a huge gulp. That son of a bitch was mocking me!
"The fact that coffee isn't in it is very wrong." I managed to say through gritted teeth. Straining not to raise my voice.
"Sorry. I didn't know Bob would be here so early."
"Sorry don't cut it." I was livid. He knows love coffee. I fucking LOVE it!
"Well what do you want me to-"
"Sorry with a hug would repay the debt."
It really wouldn't. The nearest coffee shop is 3 miles from here and I can't function without a cup of goodness in my hands. But how could I stay mad at him? Especially when he's hugging me.
Once we're done hugging it out -both of us releasing at the same time- I walk into the living room to have a word with Bob.
Who does he think he is? The queen of Shiba? You cant just steal coffee.

He ignores me when I sit beside him, so I sit in his lap. That boys lap was made for sittin'! When he continues to ignore I frown because he's done this before, but he always cracks.

When I first met him, he ignored me for a while. I guessed he wasn't talkative, but now I know he's the average chatter box. I got him to acknowledge me by... well... I um... I kinda...and yeah.

"Hey Bob" I looked at the edge of his eyes since he hasn't shifted his gaze from the TV. I guess he's used to me sitting on him by now. I grabbed his cheeks, forcing him to face me and pulled him close. Closer.

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