The only way I'll really smile is if you cut me ear to ear.
Chapter twenty two
Frank's P.O.V
Here I am. At this stupid bar. Alone. Crying my eyes out like a loser. I held the glass of poison with shaky hands. I sat at the end of the bar, in the shadows. I raised the glass to my lips. The honey coloured liquid glistened. I stared at it before drinking it all down. I slammed the glass down. Charlotte. I smacked my head. I just wished she would get out of my head. One glass isn't good enough.
***
Her name was echoing in my head. I went through 4 glasses of straight whiskey. I sobbed into my arm, thoughts of us together filled my head. The alcohol in my system was slowing my thoughts down. Her smile, her big adorable eyes, her pink cheeks, her luxurious dark hair, the tattoos, her heart locket. I squeezed my eyes shut. I felt rage swirl out of my heart and through my veins, beneath my skin. I wiped my eyes and placed $100 on the bench before walking away. I bumped into people on the way out, shoving them out of my way.
One man didn't get the message. I shoved him and he shoved back. "Who the hell do you think you are?" The overgrown bastard yelled. "I'm Frank fucking Iero" I muttered before raising my fist. It felt like slow motion. My fist was flying through the air, colliding with the shit head's face. He fell back, holding his head. His eyes widened and he looked at his hand. He had a cut on his cheek bone. I smirked as he came over to me. Everyone underestimates me. I may seem small but I can kick your ass. He went to punch me square in the jaw. I grabbed his fist, pushing it back. I kicked him in the groin. He fell to his knees. Finish him.
My rage and anger leaked into my hands. I clenched them and looked into the douche's eyes. The place was silent as everyone watched. My right hand went first. Smashing the man's face. My left was next, colliding under the asshole's jaw. With one final gasp, the man fell on his side. Knocked out. I smirked and went to leave. A waitress had a bottle of beer on a tray she held. As I went past, I grabbed it and winked at her. I kicked the door open and met the coldness of the night. Taking a swig of the cold beer and smiling.
***
No one is at the motel. I checked Ray and Mikey's room. I even checked Gerard and Charlotte's. I groaned and reached into my back pocket. I grabbed my phone and switched it on. The picture of Charlotte and I on stage flashed up. A small smile creeped onto my face. "...I can make my own decisions. If you don't like that, then there's the door..." Her crying voice echoed in my head. I stare at the picture of us. Her smiling face and my stupid goofy grinning one. What have I done?
***
I called Charlie. She sounded, okay...
I opened the door to my new hotel room. I moved out of Mike's and Ray's. I know that we're staying here for 2 more nights before we leave. I got my laptop out of my bag and went on twitter.
@Chemical_romance_inmy_pants @Frankiero Where are you Frankz! Missed you at the show tonight!
Heaps of tweets were sent to me. They were all the same. I clicked onto one that had an image and waited for it to load. One picture popped up, it was Charlotte on stage with Ray, they were playing their guitar's together while leaning on each others backs. I smiled. She was holding my Ebony Gibson SG.
@Frankiero Sorry for my disappearance. Here's a picture of a cat.
I linked a photo of a cat sitting in a bowl of milk. I took a deep breath and just before I logged off of twitter a photo caught my eye. Who's that? I looked closer and gasped. Is that Gerard and Charlotte? They were clutching onto each other on stage, kissing. My eyes widened and a happy feeling bursted in my heart. "FINALLY!!" I shouted. The phone beside me began to ring and I picked it up. "Hello?"
***
Charlotte's P.O.V
"Hi, you wouldn't know where a Frank Iero is staying, would you?" I asked the receptionist. She looked up from her computer screen, her spectacles on the tip of her nose. "Depends who is asking" She muttered, a sour look on her face. Bitch. "Charlotte Holmes" I smiled. "Give me a second" She picked up the phone beside her. "Good evening, this is Carol calling from the receptionist area.... Yes. No, there is no problem. A Charlotte Holmes wants to know where you are staying? Right. My apologies. Thank you Mr. Iero. Have a nice night. Oh! Haha. Thank you" The receptionist blushed. She put the phone down and looked up at me. Her smile fading. "Level 2, Room 1" I felt a sudden burst of courage. I flipped her off. "Thank you" I strutted to the elevator and pressed 'Level 2'.
God, she was a bitch. 'Ding'. The doors opened and I turned to the first door on the left. I knocked 3 times. What should I say? 'Hello. Yeah. About last night, I'm a total wreck without you. I need you in my life and I fucked up?' Sounds good. The door opened and Frank's head poked out. He looked me up and down before pushing the door back. "Come in" He smiled. "Thanks" I quickly stepped into his hotel room. "So...Uh- Oops! You go first. No, you go first. Wait. Stop. Okay..." We said together. I awkwardly rubbed my neck and turned away, walking to his hotel window. Frank cleared his throat and silently stood next to me.
"Uh. So... Gerard huh?" Frank chuckled lightly. "Yeah. Right. Um. Gerard. He's pretty cool" I sighed and watched a taxi drive away from the hotel. "Listen... Charlie. I'm so sorr-"
"Frank! It's fine. I should be the one apologizing" I cut him off. "Actually no. I should. I mean, I said that ignoring you is bad, yet I did" Frank huffed. "That doesn't matter Frank. I should be the one to apologize. You were only trying to protect me" I faced him this time. He took a deep breath and twiddled his thumbs. "I'm sorry for walking out like I did. I didn't mean what I said" His eyebrows drew together. "You suck" I smiled. "You suck more" He looked up at me with a small smile on his face. "Dick" I poked my tongue at him. "Bitch" He embraced me in a hug and I sighed. "I missed you so much Frank" I snuggled into his hug. "I missed you too sweet heart" He rubbed my back.
***
I had a change of Pajamas's and was now sleeping at Frank's motel room. Gerard thought it would be best if we spent the night together. He had things to do on his comic so he wanted some peace and quiet anyway. Frank ordered some popcorn from the room service menu and we cuddled on his bed while watching adventure time.
"Hey! When the hell did you get that done?" Frank pointed to the tattoo of a rose. It was black and some of the petals were drifting down to my wrist. "Oh, yeah. I got that like... uh. Before I met Gee" I smiled. "Do you like it?" I grinned. "Like it? I love it!" He beamed. "Hey! speaking of tattoos. Do you want to get another friend one?" I stroked my thumb and thought of tattoo ideas. "Sure. What do you think we should get this time?" He asked. "Well... OOH! How about I get a white skull on my thumb and you get a black one on yours?" I looked up at him and his eyes widened. "HELL YES!!" He put his hand up and I high fived it. "FRIENDS FOREVER!" We rejoiced in unison.
***
I woke up in my best friend's arms. My head was on his chest. I lifted it up and felt a crack as my neck went to it's normal position. I yawned and stretched my arms. Frank made a loud snoring sound and then mumbled something. I giggled and rubbed my eyes. "Frank..." I whispered. "Frank. Get up lazy butt" I bit my lip as he frowned. "Nooooo. Let me sleep"He rolled over. Attacking me with his arms and whole body. "I can't- get. Up!" I tried pushing him off of me but he was too heavy. "Frank!" I whined. "No. My name isn't Frank" he sighed. "What is it then?" I gave up and stayed still. "Gonzalos" His sleepy voice was trying to sound Mexican. "Come on heavy butt. I need to have a shower" I pushed his shoulder and he groaned. "You're comfy!" He pouted. "GET! OFF!" I shouted. "HEY! HEY! HEY! Enough with the loudness. I'm up! Bitch!" He rolled off of me.
"Thank you Mr. Iero" I sat up and went to the bathroom. "You're like... so not welcome Holmes" He replied in a girly voice.
****
"Let''s do the TATTOO'S NOW FRANKIE" I jumped on the bed. "Yeah, Yeah. Hold on" Frank muttered while typing on his laptop. My phone went off and I rolled my eyes. "Hell-oooo?" I sung out, answering my mobile. "Charlie? Finally! It's Chelsea... I need to tell you something quite exciting yet frightening" Chelsea sounded weird. I frowned. "Alright. Do you want to meet up for lunch? Frank and I are kind of doing nothing... lazy lump of shi-". "Hey!" Frank shouted, a pout on his face. "Shit..." I continued and laughed. "Sure! I'd love too. Hey. You can bring Frank if you'd like" Chelsea chimed. "Alright. I'll meet you at the Starbucks down the road at... 11 o'clock. Is that cool?" I asked. "Sure. See you then Charles" She hung up and I smiled.
"Man. That's intense.." Frank murmured. "What?" I asked curiously. I sat on the bed next to him and watched his computer screen. A video of Gerard and I kissing on stage was playing. "FRANK!"I blushed. "What!" He laughed. "That's... that's so fucking creepy, and you know it, perv" I slapped his arm and he grinned. "I reckon it's fucking cute" He grinned. "Just. Please stop watching that. It's weird and making me a little uncomfortable..." I got off the bed and clasped my heart locket around my neck. "Oh! So it's okay if the whole world sees it but when Frank wants to see it... NO!" He kept his eyes on the computer screen while waving his arms around in frustration. "Oh! Frank can't see his two best friends kissing because it's weird" He mimicked my voice and I glared at him. "Just don't watch it!" I blushed harder and slipped my spiky converse on.
"Whatever" He sighed and closed his laptop. "Come on! Get dressed! An eager Chelsea awaits us" I threw a pair of his jeans and a random band shirt at him. "Ooh! Nice underwear!" I pulled out a pair of red lacy underwear from his draws. "Uh. Thanks?" He snatched them from my grip and placed them on his head. "If you didn't know... these are actually not mine. Loser" He snorted and threw them on his bed. "Whose are they then?" I smirked, crossing my arms and waiting for his answer. "Gerard's" He snickered and went into the bathroom for a shower. "Well I guess he wouldn't mind me giving them to him. Would he?" I picked them up and went to the front door. "Yeah. Actually. Can you do that for me?" He laughed, the shower turned on and I bit my lip. I opened the door to the hotel and closed it. "CHARLOTTE? I WAS JOKING!" Frank shouted, the sounds of him slipping over and trying to wrap himself in a towel was hilarious. "Fuck! Shit!" He groaned as he opened the bathroom door.
"Still here kitten" I purred while holding the underwear between my index finger and thumb. "Are you fucking serious? I almost fucking died trying to stop you. I slipped over for Christ's sake. Shit. I'm lucky to be standing here" His hair was dripping and his blue towel was showing a lot of things I didn't want to see right. "Uhh... Frank. There's um... Yeah" I covered my eyes with one hand as I pointed at his manly bits. "Oh fuck off" He closed the bathroom door and I giggled.
Fine. I will then. I should totally give these to Gerard. I smirked as I looked at the under wear. "FRANKIE! I'm Going to check on the boys" I announced as I opened the hotel door once more. "Alright! Be quick" He called out. "Will do" I walked out of the hotel, shoving the underwear in my back pocket. I pressed the button for the elevator and waited for it to open.
***
When I arrived to the 3rd level, I went to my room and swiped the key card to get in. I lightly closed the door behind me and creeped over to the beds. Gerard was sprawled out on my bed. A sketch book, laptop, packet of cookies, pencil case and my iPad was surrounding him. I smiled and decided to move all the crap to the empty bed. I picked up his sketch book last and flipped through the pages. I saw a couple of pictures that made me gasp. They were all of me. The first was me on the outside of the bus, my loose gray sweater covered my fingers, a cigarette was in my left hand, my right leg was perched up on the bus and my hair was in a loose bun. My tattoos looked brighter and my cheekbones looked more defined and higher. It seemed like I was watching something far away.
The second was me on stage, a guitar in hand, a microphone in front of me and a grin on my face. The third was my favourite. I looked to be lying in a meadow filled with black roses. One side of me was a skeleton and the other was normal. I closed the sketch book and placed it lightly on the other bed. I should do something cute. Something really cute. I walked to the side that Gerard was closest on and crawled on top of him. I sat on his lap and leaned down to kiss him. I pecked him on the lips and he woke up immediately. I brushed the hair that was covering his face and smiled warmly at him. "Hey sugar" I looked into his golden eyes and he smirked before yawning and wiping his eyes. "Hey" He mumbled. He placed his hands on my hips and I moved my hands to either side of his head, leaning down to look into his eyes.
"What time is it?" He sniffled. "10 o'clock" I chirped. "Mmhmm. Sleep was good" He mumbled. "That's... good" I chuckled. "I'm sleepy" He pouted. "Will a kiss make it better?" I raised an eyebrow at him and he grinned. "Yes" He nodded. I smiled and bent down to kiss him. Our lips touched and I closed my eyes. It felt nice, to just be able to kiss him. I sat up and he groaned. "I'm still sleepy" He said with an amused pout on. "Cutie" I winked and pecked him on the lips. "Come on sleepy. Up you get!" I hopped off of him and held my hand out. "No! Come back!" He pulled my hand forward, making me stumble onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around me and rolled over. He laid over the top of me. "Oh come on! Frank did the exact fucking thing this morning! Men are losers" I huffed and tried to push Gerard off of me. "No. Frank and I are just smart" He commented and kissed my cheek before rolling off of me and standing up.
"Woah. Hey. These are- oh wow" Gerard bent down and picked up the red underwear. They must have fallen out of my pocket. "Are these yours?" His eyes were wide, blood rushing to his cheeks as he pointed them at me. "Nope! Their Frankie's" I smirked. "Oh! Heh. Wow. He has nice taste in lingerie" Gerard sighed and examined the underwear. "Yeah. Pretty sweet" I placed my hands behind my head, crossing my legs at the ankles and watching Gerard. He threw the underwear across the room and laughed. "I'm going to have a shower" He smiled and went to the bathroom. "Alright" I smiled back.
****
'I got a text' My Sherlock notification broke the silence in my hotel room. I picked up my phone and saw a text from Frank.
'Where are you? I told you to be quick!- frnk xo'
I rolled my eyes and typed out an answer.
'I'm in the city, with my father, we're watching a marching band ;) - chrlie xo
'Are you trying to make a funny? I forgot to laugh. Where are you?- frnk xo'
'I'm in the city! i.e my hotel room. Get your pretty butt up here- chrlie xo'
'No. You come down here- frnk xo'
I sighed and sat up just when the door to the bathroom opened. "Hey Charlie? Can you pick me out something to wear?" Gerard poked his head out. His hair was wet and dripping everywhere. "Alright" I smiled and went to his suitcase. I picked out a pair of dark blue jeans and a black T-shirt. "Here you go sugar" I walked to the bathroom and opened the door wider for him to take them. I handed them to him and my eyes wandered to his chest. The blue fluffy towel was loosely held around his waist. His skin was pale and damp. I blushed and looked away. "Thanks" He leaned closer to me and kissed me on the cheek before closing the door. "Hey Gee. I'm going to lunch with Frank and Chelsea" I announced after a moment of silence. "Yeah, That's cool! I need to speak to Ray today about tomorrow" He said, his voice was shaky as he slipped his shirt on. The door opened and I grinned. "Cool! Alright! Well... I better go. Um- yeah" I went to the bed and picked my phone up. I turned around and ran into Gerard's chest. "Oops! Sorry" I blushed.
"It's fine" He marveled. "Have a good time" He smiled. "I will" I quietly replied. He brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear. He leaned down and kissed me gently. It felt like a volcano had erupted in my heart. I kissed him back and he caressed my cheek. We parted and he looked into my boring coloured eyes. "I love you" He bit his lip and I felt like I was going to die from how cute he was. "I love you too" I blushed and pecked him on the lips before turning to leave. "Wait!" He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. "One more kiss" He smirked. "Oh come on! Frank is waiting Gee!" I laughed. He smashed his lips to mine and held me close. I felt dazed as he let me go. "Woo" I took a deep breath and stumbled out of the hotel room. "Have a good time Charlie!" He chuckled.
***
"There she is!" I pointed at Chelsea's thin figure walking towards us. Frank and I made it Starbucks and found a window seat. Chelsea scanned around until her eyes fell on us. "Chelsea!" I got up and ungracefully stumbled over to her. I tangled her in a hug and she patted my back. "Charlie!" She smiled as I pulled back. "I got a window seat for us!" I fist pumped the air and Chelsea laughed. "Hella yeah!" She grinned. She greeted Frank with a friendly hug and kiss on the cheek. We sat down, I sat next to Frank, Chelsea sat across from us.
We sat down and I gave her a 'Tell me everything' look. She took a deep breath, biting her lip and blushing. "Charlie. Frank. I have something really important and kind of scary" She looked at the table and shook her head. Taking another deep breath. "Hey. Are you okay?" I frowned, pushing my hand out towards her. Frank did the same and Chelsea grabbed them both. "Yeah. Uh. So- I-I'm... oh god!" She blushed harder and I chuckled. "I'm pregnant" she bit her lip and looked up at us slowly. My jaw dropped. "Wha- when? how? AGH! CHELSEA!!!" I squeezed her hand and cried in happiness. "Congratulations!" I cheered. "Congrats Chels" Frank grinned. "I have a confession to make... I haven't actually told the Daddy" Chelsea furrowed her brows and bit her index finger. "Chelsea..." I raised an eyebrow and she sighed. "I know! I know! I should have told him first, I just- I don't know if he's ready yet..." She let go of our hands and rubbed her face. "I don't even think I'm ready" She looked out the window, her lip trembling.
"Chelsea! Oliver loves you!" Frank cooed. "Really?" Chelsea eyes sparkled. "Of course he does!" Frank looked at me and smiled at Chelsea.
***
We spent the whole day at the park. Just walking around and discussing pregnancy shit. Chelsea said that she'd love to have a girl. We talked about names and Frank told Chelsea to see a doctor about it. By the time we said good bye, it was night time.
"I can't believe Chelsea is having a baby!" I squealed as Frank and I were in the elevator. "I know right! AGH! Oliver and Chelsea are going to make beautiful children!" Frank smiled while looking at the flashing red numbers above the elevator doors. "I'm going back to sleep Charlie. You can come up if you like but I think you should see Gee" Frank combed his hair with his fingers as the doors opened to level 2. "Alright Frankie! See you later!" I gave him a hug and waved as the doors closed.
I hummed the song playing in the elevator. It was some Britney Spears song. The doors opened and I slipped my key card out of my back pocket. I whistled as I opened the door. "Gerard! I'm home" I chimed. I closed the door and walked into the room. The lights were off and I frowned. I switched them on and laughed.
Gerard was lying on 'our' bed. A bouquet of roses laid next to him. I giggled and looked at his face. He was dead asleep. Poor thing. He must have tried to wait up for me. I removed my beanie and slipped my jacket off. I dropped them on the floor and removed my converse. I pulled my jeans off, leaning onto a chair while removing them. Where are my PJ's? I was looking frantically in my suitcase. Shit. They're in Frank's room. I smacked my forehead and looked down at myself. My underwear do kind of pass as booty shorts, only tighter. I kept my long sleeved T-shirt on and tied my hair up into a pony tail. I padded into the bathroom and grabbed my toothbrush.
I brushed my teeth and checked myself out in the mirror. I looked into my big blue eyes. They were so dull, I always wished that I had better eyes. Frank says I'm silly and that my eyes are beautiful. I grabbed my makeup remover and wiped my eyes. I gave myself one more look over and sighed. "How could anyone think I'm pretty?" I shook my head.
I switched the light off to the bathroom and the light for the whole hotel room and stumbled to the bed. I kicked my toe on the corner of some unknown thing and face planted on the ground. "Ow..." I groaned. My toe felt like it got stabbed a million times by a fork and my face felt like it was on fire. I tried to crawl my way to the bed only to find myself at the window. What the fuck? Where am I? I spun around and squinted my eyes. I saw the outline of the bed and grinned. There we go! I crawled over to the bed and climbed onto it. I moved closer to the warm body next to mine and laid my head on their chest. I sighed in content and thought about Chelsea. I hope Oliver takes the news well.
He should. He's a good guy, he'll understand. "Did you seriously just fail your way into this bed?" I flinched at the sudden sound of Gerard's voice. "Woah! you're awake" I looked up to his face and saw the light outline of it. "Kind of hard not to wake up when someone is stumbling around your room" He chuckled. "Right" I placed one of my hands over his heart and felt it beating. "How is Chelsea?" He moved his arm over my head and around my shoulders. "She had some pretty BIG news to tell me" I smiled at the memory. "What's that?" He asked. "Well. She's expecting" I looked up at him again. You could basically here his eyebrows move. "Really?" A sound of happiness in his voice. "Yep" I placed my head on his chest again and closed my eyes.
"I'm pretty happy for her" I rubbed small circles over his heart. "Would you have kids?" Gerard silently questioned. "Yeah. Maybe" I smirked. "Kids are cool" He said and I grinned. "Yeah. Kids are cool. L-O-L" I waited for his reaction. "L-O-L? Are you feeling alright?" He placed a hand on my forehead and I giggled. "I'm just messing with you!" I beamed. "I don't know... I reckon you need some kisses to make you better" He laughed as he rolled on top of me and kissed my face. "Mwah!" He kissed both of my cheeks and my nose. I giggled and tried to push him away. "No! Let me be young again! O-M-G! W-T-F!" I spelt out. "Uh-oh! That's gonna need more kisses! STAT!" He sent wet kisses all over my face. "No!" I laughed.
"She's in refusal!" He cried out while laughing. I laughed and he tried to catch his breath. I bit my lip and focused my eyes on his face. The large grin on his face shrunk to a tiny smile. He leaned down and locked lips with mine. I combed my fingers through his messy hair and enjoyed the feeling of this kiss. It was sweet and soft. He released me and I removed my hands from his hair. "I can't wait to make you mine" He whispered. His face inches from mine. "Me either" I smirked.
***
**1 day later**
On the road again. Next stop, New Jersey. My home! I was brushing the knots out of my hair while Mikey painted my toe nails. Why is Mikey painting your toe nails? I hear you ask. I don't know, He suggested it. He was sitting cross legged on the ground in front of me, a bottle of black nail polish in his hands and a stupid smile on his face. "This is great. I like this. I see why girls enjoy this type of shit" He looked up at me and I frowned. "Wooooow..." I laughed. "Shut up. This is fun" He pouted and continued to paint my nails.
"I'm just going to ignore that..." Ray pointed at Mike as he walked into the kitchen. "Hey! Just because I enjoy painting nails doesn't mean I'm weird!" Mikey shouted. I giggled and gathered my hair to one side, brushing it all together. "So Frank was talking about singing a new song or something?" Mike cleared his throat and fanned my nails. "Yeah. What of it" I flipped open my sketch book, placing the brush down and picking up a 2B pencil. "Is it good?" Mike stopped and smiled. "Is what good?" I asked. "The song. The new song" He got off the floor and sat beside me. "Yeah... why?" I smirked. "Can I hear it?" He winked and nudged me in the ribs. "I mean... I am your best friend and *cough* Future brother *Cough*" I laughed at his comment and shook my head. "You'll have to wait and see" I started on my latest project from Bennie.
Here I am. At this stupid bar. Alone. Crying my eyes out like a loser. I held the glass of poison with shaky hands. I sat at the end of the bar, in the shadows. I raised the glass to my lips. The honey coloured liquid glistened. I stared at it before drinking it all down. I slammed the glass down. Charlotte. I smacked my head. I just wished she would get out of my head. One glass isn't good enough.
***
Her name was echoing in my head. I went through 4 glasses of straight whiskey. I sobbed into my arm, thoughts of us together filled my head. The alcohol in my system was slowing my thoughts down. Her smile, her big adorable eyes, her pink cheeks, her luxurious dark hair, the tattoos, her heart locket. I squeezed my eyes shut. I felt rage swirl out of my heart and through my veins, beneath my skin. I wiped my eyes and placed $100 on the bench before walking away. I bumped into people on the way out, shoving them out of my way.
One man didn't get the message. I shoved him and he shoved back. "Who the hell do you think you are?" The overgrown bastard yelled. "I'm Frank fucking Iero" I muttered before raising my fist. It felt like slow motion. My fist was flying through the air, colliding with the shit head's face. He fell back, holding his head. His eyes widened and he looked at his hand. He had a cut on his cheek bone. I smirked as he came over to me. Everyone underestimates me. I may seem small but I can kick your ass. He went to punch me square in the jaw. I grabbed his fist, pushing it back. I kicked him in the groin. He fell to his knees. Finish him.
My rage and anger leaked into my hands. I clenched them and looked into the douche's eyes. The place was silent as everyone watched. My right hand went first. Smashing the man's face. My left was next, colliding under the asshole's jaw. With one final gasp, the man fell on his side. Knocked out. I smirked and went to leave. A waitress had a bottle of beer on a tray she held. As I went past, I grabbed it and winked at her. I kicked the door open and met the coldness of the night. Taking a swig of the cold beer and smiling.
***
No one is at the motel. I checked Ray and Mikey's room. I even checked Gerard and Charlotte's. I groaned and reached into my back pocket. I grabbed my phone and switched it on. The picture of Charlotte and I on stage flashed up. A small smile creeped onto my face. "...I can make my own decisions. If you don't like that, then there's the door..." Her crying voice echoed in my head. I stare at the picture of us. Her smiling face and my stupid goofy grinning one. What have I done?
***
I called Charlie. She sounded, okay...
I opened the door to my new hotel room. I moved out of Mike's and Ray's. I know that we're staying here for 2 more nights before we leave. I got my laptop out of my bag and went on twitter.
@Chemical_romance_inmy_pants @Frankiero Where are you Frankz! Missed you at the show tonight!
Heaps of tweets were sent to me. They were all the same. I clicked onto one that had an image and waited for it to load. One picture popped up, it was Charlotte on stage with Ray, they were playing their guitar's together while leaning on each others backs. I smiled. She was holding my Ebony Gibson SG.
@Frankiero Sorry for my disappearance. Here's a picture of a cat.
I linked a photo of a cat sitting in a bowl of milk. I took a deep breath and just before I logged off of twitter a photo caught my eye. Who's that? I looked closer and gasped. Is that Gerard and Charlotte? They were clutching onto each other on stage, kissing. My eyes widened and a happy feeling bursted in my heart. "FINALLY!!" I shouted. The phone beside me began to ring and I picked it up. "Hello?"
***
Charlotte's P.O.V
"Hi, you wouldn't know where a Frank Iero is staying, would you?" I asked the receptionist. She looked up from her computer screen, her spectacles on the tip of her nose. "Depends who is asking" She muttered, a sour look on her face. Bitch. "Charlotte Holmes" I smiled. "Give me a second" She picked up the phone beside her. "Good evening, this is Carol calling from the receptionist area.... Yes. No, there is no problem. A Charlotte Holmes wants to know where you are staying? Right. My apologies. Thank you Mr. Iero. Have a nice night. Oh! Haha. Thank you" The receptionist blushed. She put the phone down and looked up at me. Her smile fading. "Level 2, Room 1" I felt a sudden burst of courage. I flipped her off. "Thank you" I strutted to the elevator and pressed 'Level 2'.
God, she was a bitch. 'Ding'. The doors opened and I turned to the first door on the left. I knocked 3 times. What should I say? 'Hello. Yeah. About last night, I'm a total wreck without you. I need you in my life and I fucked up?' Sounds good. The door opened and Frank's head poked out. He looked me up and down before pushing the door back. "Come in" He smiled. "Thanks" I quickly stepped into his hotel room. "So...Uh- Oops! You go first. No, you go first. Wait. Stop. Okay..." We said together. I awkwardly rubbed my neck and turned away, walking to his hotel window. Frank cleared his throat and silently stood next to me.
"Uh. So... Gerard huh?" Frank chuckled lightly. "Yeah. Right. Um. Gerard. He's pretty cool" I sighed and watched a taxi drive away from the hotel. "Listen... Charlie. I'm so sorr-"
"Frank! It's fine. I should be the one apologizing" I cut him off. "Actually no. I should. I mean, I said that ignoring you is bad, yet I did" Frank huffed. "That doesn't matter Frank. I should be the one to apologize. You were only trying to protect me" I faced him this time. He took a deep breath and twiddled his thumbs. "I'm sorry for walking out like I did. I didn't mean what I said" His eyebrows drew together. "You suck" I smiled. "You suck more" He looked up at me with a small smile on his face. "Dick" I poked my tongue at him. "Bitch" He embraced me in a hug and I sighed. "I missed you so much Frank" I snuggled into his hug. "I missed you too sweet heart" He rubbed my back.
***
I had a change of Pajamas's and was now sleeping at Frank's motel room. Gerard thought it would be best if we spent the night together. He had things to do on his comic so he wanted some peace and quiet anyway. Frank ordered some popcorn from the room service menu and we cuddled on his bed while watching adventure time.
"Hey! When the hell did you get that done?" Frank pointed to the tattoo of a rose. It was black and some of the petals were drifting down to my wrist. "Oh, yeah. I got that like... uh. Before I met Gee" I smiled. "Do you like it?" I grinned. "Like it? I love it!" He beamed. "Hey! speaking of tattoos. Do you want to get another friend one?" I stroked my thumb and thought of tattoo ideas. "Sure. What do you think we should get this time?" He asked. "Well... OOH! How about I get a white skull on my thumb and you get a black one on yours?" I looked up at him and his eyes widened. "HELL YES!!" He put his hand up and I high fived it. "FRIENDS FOREVER!" We rejoiced in unison.
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I woke up in my best friend's arms. My head was on his chest. I lifted it up and felt a crack as my neck went to it's normal position. I yawned and stretched my arms. Frank made a loud snoring sound and then mumbled something. I giggled and rubbed my eyes. "Frank..." I whispered. "Frank. Get up lazy butt" I bit my lip as he frowned. "Nooooo. Let me sleep"He rolled over. Attacking me with his arms and whole body. "I can't- get. Up!" I tried pushing him off of me but he was too heavy. "Frank!" I whined. "No. My name isn't Frank" he sighed. "What is it then?" I gave up and stayed still. "Gonzalos" His sleepy voice was trying to sound Mexican. "Come on heavy butt. I need to have a shower" I pushed his shoulder and he groaned. "You're comfy!" He pouted. "GET! OFF!" I shouted. "HEY! HEY! HEY! Enough with the loudness. I'm up! Bitch!" He rolled off of me.
"Thank you Mr. Iero" I sat up and went to the bathroom. "You're like... so not welcome Holmes" He replied in a girly voice.
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"Let''s do the TATTOO'S NOW FRANKIE" I jumped on the bed. "Yeah, Yeah. Hold on" Frank muttered while typing on his laptop. My phone went off and I rolled my eyes. "Hell-oooo?" I sung out, answering my mobile. "Charlie? Finally! It's Chelsea... I need to tell you something quite exciting yet frightening" Chelsea sounded weird. I frowned. "Alright. Do you want to meet up for lunch? Frank and I are kind of doing nothing... lazy lump of shi-". "Hey!" Frank shouted, a pout on his face. "Shit..." I continued and laughed. "Sure! I'd love too. Hey. You can bring Frank if you'd like" Chelsea chimed. "Alright. I'll meet you at the Starbucks down the road at... 11 o'clock. Is that cool?" I asked. "Sure. See you then Charles" She hung up and I smiled.
"Man. That's intense.." Frank murmured. "What?" I asked curiously. I sat on the bed next to him and watched his computer screen. A video of Gerard and I kissing on stage was playing. "FRANK!"I blushed. "What!" He laughed. "That's... that's so fucking creepy, and you know it, perv" I slapped his arm and he grinned. "I reckon it's fucking cute" He grinned. "Just. Please stop watching that. It's weird and making me a little uncomfortable..." I got off the bed and clasped my heart locket around my neck. "Oh! So it's okay if the whole world sees it but when Frank wants to see it... NO!" He kept his eyes on the computer screen while waving his arms around in frustration. "Oh! Frank can't see his two best friends kissing because it's weird" He mimicked my voice and I glared at him. "Just don't watch it!" I blushed harder and slipped my spiky converse on.
"Whatever" He sighed and closed his laptop. "Come on! Get dressed! An eager Chelsea awaits us" I threw a pair of his jeans and a random band shirt at him. "Ooh! Nice underwear!" I pulled out a pair of red lacy underwear from his draws. "Uh. Thanks?" He snatched them from my grip and placed them on his head. "If you didn't know... these are actually not mine. Loser" He snorted and threw them on his bed. "Whose are they then?" I smirked, crossing my arms and waiting for his answer. "Gerard's" He snickered and went into the bathroom for a shower. "Well I guess he wouldn't mind me giving them to him. Would he?" I picked them up and went to the front door. "Yeah. Actually. Can you do that for me?" He laughed, the shower turned on and I bit my lip. I opened the door to the hotel and closed it. "CHARLOTTE? I WAS JOKING!" Frank shouted, the sounds of him slipping over and trying to wrap himself in a towel was hilarious. "Fuck! Shit!" He groaned as he opened the bathroom door.
"Still here kitten" I purred while holding the underwear between my index finger and thumb. "Are you fucking serious? I almost fucking died trying to stop you. I slipped over for Christ's sake. Shit. I'm lucky to be standing here" His hair was dripping and his blue towel was showing a lot of things I didn't want to see right. "Uhh... Frank. There's um... Yeah" I covered my eyes with one hand as I pointed at his manly bits. "Oh fuck off" He closed the bathroom door and I giggled.
Fine. I will then. I should totally give these to Gerard. I smirked as I looked at the under wear. "FRANKIE! I'm Going to check on the boys" I announced as I opened the hotel door once more. "Alright! Be quick" He called out. "Will do" I walked out of the hotel, shoving the underwear in my back pocket. I pressed the button for the elevator and waited for it to open.
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When I arrived to the 3rd level, I went to my room and swiped the key card to get in. I lightly closed the door behind me and creeped over to the beds. Gerard was sprawled out on my bed. A sketch book, laptop, packet of cookies, pencil case and my iPad was surrounding him. I smiled and decided to move all the crap to the empty bed. I picked up his sketch book last and flipped through the pages. I saw a couple of pictures that made me gasp. They were all of me. The first was me on the outside of the bus, my loose gray sweater covered my fingers, a cigarette was in my left hand, my right leg was perched up on the bus and my hair was in a loose bun. My tattoos looked brighter and my cheekbones looked more defined and higher. It seemed like I was watching something far away.
The second was me on stage, a guitar in hand, a microphone in front of me and a grin on my face. The third was my favourite. I looked to be lying in a meadow filled with black roses. One side of me was a skeleton and the other was normal. I closed the sketch book and placed it lightly on the other bed. I should do something cute. Something really cute. I walked to the side that Gerard was closest on and crawled on top of him. I sat on his lap and leaned down to kiss him. I pecked him on the lips and he woke up immediately. I brushed the hair that was covering his face and smiled warmly at him. "Hey sugar" I looked into his golden eyes and he smirked before yawning and wiping his eyes. "Hey" He mumbled. He placed his hands on my hips and I moved my hands to either side of his head, leaning down to look into his eyes.
"What time is it?" He sniffled. "10 o'clock" I chirped. "Mmhmm. Sleep was good" He mumbled. "That's... good" I chuckled. "I'm sleepy" He pouted. "Will a kiss make it better?" I raised an eyebrow at him and he grinned. "Yes" He nodded. I smiled and bent down to kiss him. Our lips touched and I closed my eyes. It felt nice, to just be able to kiss him. I sat up and he groaned. "I'm still sleepy" He said with an amused pout on. "Cutie" I winked and pecked him on the lips. "Come on sleepy. Up you get!" I hopped off of him and held my hand out. "No! Come back!" He pulled my hand forward, making me stumble onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around me and rolled over. He laid over the top of me. "Oh come on! Frank did the exact fucking thing this morning! Men are losers" I huffed and tried to push Gerard off of me. "No. Frank and I are just smart" He commented and kissed my cheek before rolling off of me and standing up.
"Woah. Hey. These are- oh wow" Gerard bent down and picked up the red underwear. They must have fallen out of my pocket. "Are these yours?" His eyes were wide, blood rushing to his cheeks as he pointed them at me. "Nope! Their Frankie's" I smirked. "Oh! Heh. Wow. He has nice taste in lingerie" Gerard sighed and examined the underwear. "Yeah. Pretty sweet" I placed my hands behind my head, crossing my legs at the ankles and watching Gerard. He threw the underwear across the room and laughed. "I'm going to have a shower" He smiled and went to the bathroom. "Alright" I smiled back.
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'I got a text' My Sherlock notification broke the silence in my hotel room. I picked up my phone and saw a text from Frank.
'Where are you? I told you to be quick!- frnk xo'
I rolled my eyes and typed out an answer.
'I'm in the city, with my father, we're watching a marching band ;) - chrlie xo
'Are you trying to make a funny? I forgot to laugh. Where are you?- frnk xo'
'I'm in the city! i.e my hotel room. Get your pretty butt up here- chrlie xo'
'No. You come down here- frnk xo'
I sighed and sat up just when the door to the bathroom opened. "Hey Charlie? Can you pick me out something to wear?" Gerard poked his head out. His hair was wet and dripping everywhere. "Alright" I smiled and went to his suitcase. I picked out a pair of dark blue jeans and a black T-shirt. "Here you go sugar" I walked to the bathroom and opened the door wider for him to take them. I handed them to him and my eyes wandered to his chest. The blue fluffy towel was loosely held around his waist. His skin was pale and damp. I blushed and looked away. "Thanks" He leaned closer to me and kissed me on the cheek before closing the door. "Hey Gee. I'm going to lunch with Frank and Chelsea" I announced after a moment of silence. "Yeah, That's cool! I need to speak to Ray today about tomorrow" He said, his voice was shaky as he slipped his shirt on. The door opened and I grinned. "Cool! Alright! Well... I better go. Um- yeah" I went to the bed and picked my phone up. I turned around and ran into Gerard's chest. "Oops! Sorry" I blushed.
"It's fine" He marveled. "Have a good time" He smiled. "I will" I quietly replied. He brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear. He leaned down and kissed me gently. It felt like a volcano had erupted in my heart. I kissed him back and he caressed my cheek. We parted and he looked into my boring coloured eyes. "I love you" He bit his lip and I felt like I was going to die from how cute he was. "I love you too" I blushed and pecked him on the lips before turning to leave. "Wait!" He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. "One more kiss" He smirked. "Oh come on! Frank is waiting Gee!" I laughed. He smashed his lips to mine and held me close. I felt dazed as he let me go. "Woo" I took a deep breath and stumbled out of the hotel room. "Have a good time Charlie!" He chuckled.
***
"There she is!" I pointed at Chelsea's thin figure walking towards us. Frank and I made it Starbucks and found a window seat. Chelsea scanned around until her eyes fell on us. "Chelsea!" I got up and ungracefully stumbled over to her. I tangled her in a hug and she patted my back. "Charlie!" She smiled as I pulled back. "I got a window seat for us!" I fist pumped the air and Chelsea laughed. "Hella yeah!" She grinned. She greeted Frank with a friendly hug and kiss on the cheek. We sat down, I sat next to Frank, Chelsea sat across from us.
We sat down and I gave her a 'Tell me everything' look. She took a deep breath, biting her lip and blushing. "Charlie. Frank. I have something really important and kind of scary" She looked at the table and shook her head. Taking another deep breath. "Hey. Are you okay?" I frowned, pushing my hand out towards her. Frank did the same and Chelsea grabbed them both. "Yeah. Uh. So- I-I'm... oh god!" She blushed harder and I chuckled. "I'm pregnant" she bit her lip and looked up at us slowly. My jaw dropped. "Wha- when? how? AGH! CHELSEA!!!" I squeezed her hand and cried in happiness. "Congratulations!" I cheered. "Congrats Chels" Frank grinned. "I have a confession to make... I haven't actually told the Daddy" Chelsea furrowed her brows and bit her index finger. "Chelsea..." I raised an eyebrow and she sighed. "I know! I know! I should have told him first, I just- I don't know if he's ready yet..." She let go of our hands and rubbed her face. "I don't even think I'm ready" She looked out the window, her lip trembling.
"Chelsea! Oliver loves you!" Frank cooed. "Really?" Chelsea eyes sparkled. "Of course he does!" Frank looked at me and smiled at Chelsea.
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We spent the whole day at the park. Just walking around and discussing pregnancy shit. Chelsea said that she'd love to have a girl. We talked about names and Frank told Chelsea to see a doctor about it. By the time we said good bye, it was night time.
"I can't believe Chelsea is having a baby!" I squealed as Frank and I were in the elevator. "I know right! AGH! Oliver and Chelsea are going to make beautiful children!" Frank smiled while looking at the flashing red numbers above the elevator doors. "I'm going back to sleep Charlie. You can come up if you like but I think you should see Gee" Frank combed his hair with his fingers as the doors opened to level 2. "Alright Frankie! See you later!" I gave him a hug and waved as the doors closed.
I hummed the song playing in the elevator. It was some Britney Spears song. The doors opened and I slipped my key card out of my back pocket. I whistled as I opened the door. "Gerard! I'm home" I chimed. I closed the door and walked into the room. The lights were off and I frowned. I switched them on and laughed.
Gerard was lying on 'our' bed. A bouquet of roses laid next to him. I giggled and looked at his face. He was dead asleep. Poor thing. He must have tried to wait up for me. I removed my beanie and slipped my jacket off. I dropped them on the floor and removed my converse. I pulled my jeans off, leaning onto a chair while removing them. Where are my PJ's? I was looking frantically in my suitcase. Shit. They're in Frank's room. I smacked my forehead and looked down at myself. My underwear do kind of pass as booty shorts, only tighter. I kept my long sleeved T-shirt on and tied my hair up into a pony tail. I padded into the bathroom and grabbed my toothbrush.
I brushed my teeth and checked myself out in the mirror. I looked into my big blue eyes. They were so dull, I always wished that I had better eyes. Frank says I'm silly and that my eyes are beautiful. I grabbed my makeup remover and wiped my eyes. I gave myself one more look over and sighed. "How could anyone think I'm pretty?" I shook my head.
I switched the light off to the bathroom and the light for the whole hotel room and stumbled to the bed. I kicked my toe on the corner of some unknown thing and face planted on the ground. "Ow..." I groaned. My toe felt like it got stabbed a million times by a fork and my face felt like it was on fire. I tried to crawl my way to the bed only to find myself at the window. What the fuck? Where am I? I spun around and squinted my eyes. I saw the outline of the bed and grinned. There we go! I crawled over to the bed and climbed onto it. I moved closer to the warm body next to mine and laid my head on their chest. I sighed in content and thought about Chelsea. I hope Oliver takes the news well.
He should. He's a good guy, he'll understand. "Did you seriously just fail your way into this bed?" I flinched at the sudden sound of Gerard's voice. "Woah! you're awake" I looked up to his face and saw the light outline of it. "Kind of hard not to wake up when someone is stumbling around your room" He chuckled. "Right" I placed one of my hands over his heart and felt it beating. "How is Chelsea?" He moved his arm over my head and around my shoulders. "She had some pretty BIG news to tell me" I smiled at the memory. "What's that?" He asked. "Well. She's expecting" I looked up at him again. You could basically here his eyebrows move. "Really?" A sound of happiness in his voice. "Yep" I placed my head on his chest again and closed my eyes.
"I'm pretty happy for her" I rubbed small circles over his heart. "Would you have kids?" Gerard silently questioned. "Yeah. Maybe" I smirked. "Kids are cool" He said and I grinned. "Yeah. Kids are cool. L-O-L" I waited for his reaction. "L-O-L? Are you feeling alright?" He placed a hand on my forehead and I giggled. "I'm just messing with you!" I beamed. "I don't know... I reckon you need some kisses to make you better" He laughed as he rolled on top of me and kissed my face. "Mwah!" He kissed both of my cheeks and my nose. I giggled and tried to push him away. "No! Let me be young again! O-M-G! W-T-F!" I spelt out. "Uh-oh! That's gonna need more kisses! STAT!" He sent wet kisses all over my face. "No!" I laughed.
"She's in refusal!" He cried out while laughing. I laughed and he tried to catch his breath. I bit my lip and focused my eyes on his face. The large grin on his face shrunk to a tiny smile. He leaned down and locked lips with mine. I combed my fingers through his messy hair and enjoyed the feeling of this kiss. It was sweet and soft. He released me and I removed my hands from his hair. "I can't wait to make you mine" He whispered. His face inches from mine. "Me either" I smirked.
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**1 day later**
On the road again. Next stop, New Jersey. My home! I was brushing the knots out of my hair while Mikey painted my toe nails. Why is Mikey painting your toe nails? I hear you ask. I don't know, He suggested it. He was sitting cross legged on the ground in front of me, a bottle of black nail polish in his hands and a stupid smile on his face. "This is great. I like this. I see why girls enjoy this type of shit" He looked up at me and I frowned. "Wooooow..." I laughed. "Shut up. This is fun" He pouted and continued to paint my nails.
"I'm just going to ignore that..." Ray pointed at Mike as he walked into the kitchen. "Hey! Just because I enjoy painting nails doesn't mean I'm weird!" Mikey shouted. I giggled and gathered my hair to one side, brushing it all together. "So Frank was talking about singing a new song or something?" Mike cleared his throat and fanned my nails. "Yeah. What of it" I flipped open my sketch book, placing the brush down and picking up a 2B pencil. "Is it good?" Mike stopped and smiled. "Is what good?" I asked. "The song. The new song" He got off the floor and sat beside me. "Yeah... why?" I smirked. "Can I hear it?" He winked and nudged me in the ribs. "I mean... I am your best friend and *cough* Future brother *Cough*" I laughed at his comment and shook my head. "You'll have to wait and see" I started on my latest project from Bennie.
Notes
Hey guys,
Sorry for the lack of updates. My brother came down for a visit and school has been pretty hectic.
I also apologize for any mistakes in this chapter... I'm kind of dead right now.
Studying for math tests suck. I'm going to fail.
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12/22/14