The only way I'll really smile is if you cut me ear to ear.

Charlotte's P.O.V

PREVIOUSLY ON "THE ONLY WAY I'LL- you know what, let's just leave it at that...

"Come on. Let's go" Gerard looked down at my face and I beamed up at him. "I love you Mr. Way" I mumbled into his shoulder. My eyes closed and I felt like I was being swallowed into a black hole.

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Or at least I wish I had. My eyes were fuzzy. My hearing was intensified. Someone was bashing shit together. I groaned. "SHUT UP!" I shouted, covering my ears. "She's awake" Someone mumbled, well screamed. "Charlotte. I swear to god, if you shout one more fucking time, I will come up there and scratch your fucking eyes out" Frank groaned from underneath me. I must be in Gerard's bunk. "Fuck off Frank" I moaned while turning onto my side. I felt something going up my throat. Fuck. I pulled the curtain to the bunk back and stumbled as fast as I could to the bathroom. I almost kicked the door down and opened the toilet lid. Spilling all my guts into the tiny white bowl. Someone lifted my hair up from my face. I spat a few times into the toilet before flushing it. "Are you feeling better now?" Gerard cooed, letting go of my hair.

"Thanks. Yeah" I pulled my tooth brush out and cleaned my teeth. Getting some mouth wash and spitting it into the sink. I felt weak and my hearing went a little better. "Everything is too bright" I slumped against Gerard's chest and he chuckled while rubbing my back. "Here" Gerard grabbed the pair of sunglasses from his head and placed them on my eyes. "Better?" He smiled, bending down to see my face better. "Perfect" I smiled lightly. Gerard picked my hand up and held it, walking out of the bathroom and into the living area. "Morning sunshine" Ray chuckled. "Shut up fro man" I smirked, giving him a one armed hug. "Hey beautiful" Mikey kissed my cheek and I patted his shoulder. "Hey man" I sat down on the couch, Gerard still holding my hand and sitting on the right of me. "Coffee?" Ray suggested, handing a Starbucks coffee cup in front of me. "I love you so much right now" I nearly inhaled the coffee into my stomach.

"Did somebody just fucking say coffee?" Frank grumbled as he slid out of his bunk like a dead whale. I snorted, coffee dribbling down my chin. "Swallow it!" Mikey pointed at my filled up mouth of coffee. I shook my head, giggles coming up my chest. "Charlotte!" Mikey wrapped his hand around my mouth. "Swallow!" He chuckled. I swallowed it and choked. "Oh my fuck!" I bursted into laughter/dying cough fit. "Coffee. I need coffee" Frank crawled on the ground towards us. I tried to keep a straight face but he looked like he was struggling so much to crawl. "Frank... you suck" I croaked. He stopped crawling to glare up at me. I flipped him off and he shook his head. Ray grabbed the last coffee from the cardboard tray on the table. "Here you go princess" Ray winked and passed the coffee to Frank.

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"Guys! What the fuck!? You have to be on stage like.... right now!" Gerard hopped onto the bus and looked at us. Frank was slumped against me. I still felt like shit. I had two pills and yet I feel worse. "Come on! Seriously! Frank get your lazy piece of ass up!" Gerard slapped Frank's foot. "Piss off Gerard" He groaned into my shoulder. "Charlotte, come on sugar. You need to get ready!" Gerard crouched down, a look of 'I don't want to be rude but get the fuck out of here' on his face. I frowned. "I feel like shit Gee. I can't even words" I sighed. Gerard looked down at the floor, trying to think of a plan to get us up.

"Frank, I'll buy you that misfits jumper that you've always wanted..." Gerard raised an eyebrow, a small smirk on his lips. Frank immediately jumped off of me and ran to the bathroom. The sunglasses were still over my eyes. "My poor baby" Gerard cooed, touching my forehead. "Help me" I pouted. The headache was raging inside of my brain. It felt like somebody was squeezing my head. "I'll buy you anything you want..." Gerard bribed me and I shook my head. "I don't want your money. I may need a little kiss and a new fucking head" I groan and rubbed my head. "Well, here's your kiss" Gerard leaned towards my face and kissed me on the lips. "Here is your new head" He pointed at his head and I chuckled lightly at his stupid silly face.

"I'll get up! But I'm leaving straight away" I sighed, pushing myself off the couch. "That's my girl" He got off the floor and stood up. I went to my bunk and quickly slipped on some black clothes. Nothing too bright. "I'm sorry, are we going to a funeral?" Frank came out of the bathroom, looking happy and energetic. I watched him. "How the fuck did you get so...so fucking- uh. I'm not even going to bother" I threw my hands up and pushed the sunglasses further up my nose before staggering down the bus steps. I combed my fingers through my hair and pulled out my packet of cigarettes. I slipped one in between my dry lips and lit it. Taking a deep breath and sighing in relief. I placed one of my hands in my leather jacket.

Fuck. My head is aching like a bitch. Gerard caught up to me, pulling my hand out of my jacket and holding it. I smiled and lifted the white stick to my lips, taking a drag and blowing the smoke up into the air. We were still in New Jersey, of course. 2nd show and we're done. We'll be moving on to another state, don't know where but it's far. I tighten the grip I have on Gerard's hand. "You're so emo today" Frank nudged my shoulder and I glared at him. "Shove it up your ass Iero" I smirked and took another drag of my cigarette. "Just saying! Jesus" Frank muttered. We made it to the stage. I was eager to get this done and ready.

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"Thank you for coming out here today!" I smiled. We just finished our song. I was so eager to get off the stage and sleep. I kept my sunglasses on for the whole time. I combed the hair that fell into my face back and got off the seat. I looked at Frank and sent him the 'I'm leaving right now'. Look. Frank smirked and shook his head. I frowned. "How about one more song!?" Frank screamed into the microphone. I covered my ears and shut my eyes. Fuck he was loud. I opened my eyes and glared at Frank. The crowd was cheering "ONE MORE SONG! ONE MORE SONG!" I groaned and slapped Frank's arm while sitting back down. "You love me don't you" He bit his tongue and I flipped him off. I picked up my guitar. What the hell were we going to play? I mean we could play 'When you can't sleep at night'. "Remember that song you wrote when we were 10?" Frank whispered in my ear. "What? The one where my dad played the guitar for us?" I frowned once more.

"Yeah. That one" Frank looked down at me. Okay, let me just explain why he looked down at me. I got the tiniest, shittiest, mother fucking chair of all from back stage. Frank got the nicest and the biggest. I was kind of pissed off for that. "Can't we just go for simple. Plus, I don't remember how it went" I huffed. "Oh come on!" He nudged me. "No! We'll leave it for your kids or some shit" I waved him off and he pouted. "Hmm... OOH!! I KNOW! How about we do an acoustic version of 'I don't love you'. I'm pretty sure we're not singing that today" Frank rubbed his chin. I nodded. "Whatever. Let's do this!" I smiled.

I don't love you always sent shivers up my spine. "Want me to start? I mean... I know this song off by fucking heart" Frank shrugged. He was still hungover but more energetic then me. The whole time we had this conversation the crowd was silent. They were patiently waiting for us to begin. "Sorry guys, for the wait. We have decided on a song. Just be patient" I sighed into the microphone. "You sing. I can't really sing this song to save my life..." Frank chuckled. "How would this song ever save your life..." I frowned, my face scrunching up. "I don't fucking- uh! Charlotte! Just do the fucking song!" Frank laughed and I giggled. He ran off the stage and came back with his Gibson. The song wouldn't be the same if he didn't play it.

Frank strummed on his guitar, I did the rhythm. Everyone standing before us knew what song it was straight away and screamed. I grinned and waited for the time I had to sing. Frank smiled at me when it was time. "Well, when you go, Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay And maybe when you get back... I'll be off to find another way..." I sung into the microphone in front of me. Some girls in the front screamed their hearts out. I smirked and put more emotion into the song. "Well come on, come on!" I clutched my chest, my eyes glued shut as I shouted into the microphone. Frank got off the chair and began to go full out on his guitar. I laughed and slapped my legs as he spun around. My eyes switched over to Gerard on the side of the stage. He was smirking and laughing at frank. His beautiful eyes locked onto mine and he smiled. I sent him on back and grabbed the microphone. This is the good bit. The one that is filled with so much emotion, it would kill someone.

"When you go. Would you have the guts to say... 'I don't love you... like I loved you yester-DAY!'"I stood on the edge of the stage, holding my hand out to the crowd as I basically cried my heart into the microphone. I dropped on my knees and belted out the chorus. "I don't love you! Like I loved you yesterday!" My eyes were closed, my hand still pointed out. People were touching my hand and I smiled. My head was lowered, my breathing was puffed and my head ached. I got off the ground and gracefully bowed. "Thank you Jersey!" I cried out.

One girl caught my attention. "I touched her hand!" She cried out to her friends. I waved at her and her eyes widened. "Hi" I brought the microphone to my lips for only a second to say that. "Hey! While we're doing the set up, why don't you just go and talk to the kids down there" Frank whispered into my ear. "Why?" I asked. "You're famous baby" He winked and slapped me gently on the butt. "Ass hole" I laughed, turning around and kicking his butt. "Hold on a sec guys. I'm coming down!" I threw the mic to the ground and heaved myself off the stage. I dropped to the grass below and everyone screamed. "Hugs?" I asked. I held my arms out and went closer to the barricade. I was engulfed by people. Tim the security guard was holding onto me, making sure I wouldn't be hurt. I was getting pulled at and tugged. I laughed and felt myself being pushed up. Fuck. Tim's hands slipped and I was now bouncing around. In other words, I was crowd surfing. I giggled and felt everyone laugh with me. People held onto my arms and legs. One girl jumped up and kissed my cheek. My sunglasses were still on and my head ache was leaving.

I looked at the stage and saw Gerard in the middle of it, watching me. He had his arms crossed, a small smirk on his lips and his raven messy hair was covering his eyes. I waved at him and he waved back. He's such a cutie. Out of no where, A guy grabbed my head and brought his lips to mine. My eyes widened and I tried to push him away. What the fuck? I felt a flash and my eyes stung. I finally got a good amount of strength and pushed him away. I tried to stand up. I finally did, the fans helped. They held onto my feet, creating a perfect pathway to the stage. "Now who the fuck just kissed my girl?" Gerard said into the microphone. I giggled, stepping on hands. "Thank you. Oh I love you too. Thanks! See ya" I said on my way through the people. I got to the edge. Tim wrapped his arms around my legs and lifted me to the stage. Gerard grabbed my hand and pulled me up. "I love you all but don't touch my girl.... Besides. That isn't how you kiss a woman... this is" Gerard placed his hand on my lower back, he placed his other hand on my face and kissed me passionately. Woah. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and I pulled on his hair, earning a few whistles.

"I bet the other bands playing don't show this kind of shit" Frank's voice boomed over the speakers. I blushed and parted away from Gerard. He kissed my nose and I bit my lip. He brushed a piece of hair behind my ear and bent down for another short kiss. "I love you" He breathed. I looked away, my blush getting bigger. "I love you too" I looked up at him, a small smile on my mouth. "Noooo! I looooooove youuuu" He mimicked a drunk person. I frowned, memories from last night flashed in my head. "Oh my god. I so did not say that. Did I?" I asked, mortified. "You so did say that" He laughed. "Fuck" I laughed. "Now get out of here before I kiss your little face off" Gerard squinted at me, a grin on his face. "I wouldn't mind" I winked as I sassed off the stage.

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I made it to the bus. The boys had to do a Warped interview. I threw my shoes off and slumped on the couch. I snatched the TV romote and switched it on. "Boring. Boring. Your shirt is cool. Boring. Ooh" I switched through the TV channels, finally picking a colourful kids show. I bit my lip in excitement and watched. My phone started to ring and I glared at it. "Why are you bothering me?" I hissed at it. The ringing stopped and I smiled, before it rang again. It must be serious. I rolled my eyes and answered it.

"Charlotte. It's Bennie. Where is the copy of Batman? It should be on my desk" He sounded pissed off.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I stared at my sketch book from across the room. "I-ugh. Bennie. I'm sorry. I'll send it now" I promised. "That isn't good enough Charlotte. You promised that you'd keep up with the work... uh! Just fucking send it down. This is your last warning, next time you 'Forget', You'll be fired" He hung up and my eyes widened.

Shit.

Notes

Hey!
Hope you liked this chapter :)
I'm sorry if there are any spelling errors or any grammar stuff ups, I can't be bothered editing.
Thank you to all my readers! I love you all so much!
I changed my mind on this story and have a new ending for it.
No need to fear, it won't end just yet.
Here is the outfit:
Charlotte's hungover outfit. She cray.

Bye! xx