Stick By Me, I'll Stick By You

My name is LucilleMarjorie Way. I recently graduated high school and got accepted in NYU, so I had to move in with my brother Gerard. We're really close. But we're not actually related. I was adopted when I was a couple months old. Never knew where I was born or who my parents were. But I love my life as it is now, so it doesn't really matter for me. I really love my family now. And they love me.

It was only the second day that I've moved in, and I decided to go out for a little sightseeing. "Gerard, I'm gonna go out for some coffee. You want some?" I called out from my room. Well, his guest room, but since I moved in it's officially my room. "Did you seriously just asked me if I wanted coffee? Wow, Lou. I really thought you knew me well enough. I can't believe you..." He said, wiping fake tears below his eyes. "Dork." I chucked a small pillow and it hit him right on his face. "Okay, I'm going. Bye!" I kissed his cheek and headed to the door. "Bye baby Lou! Don't talk to strangers! And if someone offers you drugs, remember to say thank you because drugs are fucking expensive!" He waved his hands while switching channels on tv. Man, he's the best.

One thing I learned from NYC: It's fucking big, man. I think I got lost a couple times before I found a fairly decent coffee shop. I walked in and headed straight to the counter. "I'll have a green tea latte and a black coffee, please." I said while I started rummaging my bag for my wallet without looking at the cashier. Shit. It's not there. "That'll be 5 dollars, miss." No, no, it can't just disappear! I started panicking when the cashier asked me, "Umm..are you okay?" His voice was so sweet yet concerned. "Shit...I think I lost my wallet. Can you just serve the other customer first?"

I looked over my shoulder only to find that there was no one behind me in the line. He chuckled. I looked back and saw a shaggy-haired guy with tattoos and piercings. Huh. I never expected him to look like this with such voice.

"Wait, what are you--" He took out 5 dollars and put it in the cashier machine. "It's on me." He said, smiling. "Oh my, thanks." I said in awe. "On one condition." I snapped back to reality and realized that I've been staring at him in a weird manner. "Yeah?" "Your number, please." He said, grinning. I stared at him blankly.

"Dude, I'm 13..." His eyes widened. "Holy shit, I'm so sorry, I didn't--" I burst out into laughter. I'm pretty small for my age, so I like to trick people into thinking that I'm still a minor. I did it again, I thought to myself. "I'm kidding!" He glared at me. "You sneaky little thing you." I stuck my tongue out at him and he just laughed. "How old are you really? Because you're cute and all, but I don't wanna have to deal with the police." He gave me a terrified look.

"I'm 18. Old enough?" I said, grinning. "Cool! Number, please?" He handed me a pen and his arm covered with tattoos. I was gonna write when I couldn't find a spot on his arm. "Umm...do you have a piece of paper instead?" I chuckled.

"Sure, here you go." He handed me a piece of tissue.

He glared at me when I gave him the tissue. "How would I know you're not giving me some fake number?"

"Go on, try it now." I challenged him. He took out his phone to dial the number. I felt a small vibration from my bag and I took out my phone, showing him that there's an incoming call from an unknown number. He nodded pleasingly. "Alright, call you later!" He waved as if I was about to leave at that moment.

"But...my coffee.." I looked at him, confused. "RIGHT! Sorry, here you go." He blushed and handed me 2 cups of drinks. "I'm Frank, by the way." He took out his hand. I shook his hand. "Lucille." He smiled. "Wow, such a pretty name." I blushed like crazy and giggled.

"Thanks. Yours too. But not pretty as in pretty. You know, pretty as in handsome...because you are handsome not pretty. You're not a girl. Ahahah." I trailed off awkwardly. He just chuckled. "Hey, you wanna hang out sometimes?" "Sure!" I said excitedly. "Great! Here, tomorrow, 11am?" "Sounds good to me." "See you then!" I waved as I walked out of the coffee shop.
Another thing I learned about NYC: Frank.

"Oh Gerard! I got the love of your life!" I sang to him from the door. He ran to me like a hungry puppy. "Gimmegimmegimme mah coffaaayh!" I handed him his cup and he jumped back to his couch, carefully sipping on his coffee. "Umm..you're welcome?" I walked to him. "Oops, sorry. Thank you baby Lou!" He grinned from ear to ear. I rolled my eyes. "Hey, Gee. The funniest thing happened to me today." And so I told him what happened in the coffee shop.

He stopped me when I brought up Frank.

"What's his name again?" "Frank, why?" "Hmm..and he works in a coffee shop, you say?" "Yes, Gerard. What's with him?" I started to get annoyed. Ugh. Gerard and his nosiness.

"Oh, nothing. I know a Frank who works in a coffee shop. But this is New York City for crying out loud. There are probably hundreds of Franks working in coffee shops. But then again, I'm not really sure if my Frank works in a coffee shop. Does he really? What does he actually do? Hmm..he's just so mysterious..." He said trailing off, like I did with Frank. I ruffled his hair and stood up from the couch. "Alrighty, Sherlock Holmes. You solve that case yourself. I gotta crash. Night night, Gee!" I blew him a kiss and went to my room. "Sleep tight, Lou! Love you!"

Notes

Hey! So this is my very first fanfic evur. Idk if people will read it but i hope people do ;_;
Please tell me what you think! :D