Extraordinary Girl

"A parcel...from...Frank..."
Jamia stuttered, looking at her sister´s face. Elliott only smiled and gave Jamia a nudge, urging the girl to open the parcel from her boyfriend, or ex-boxfriend. Nobody really knew. Not even Jamia herself if she was being honest.
"Come on Jamia, open it up!"
Her dad said, the excitement in his voice clear as the day.
Jamia looked into her father's eyes, smiling softly as she took a step closer to the huge parcel lying infront of her.
"This is like Christmas..."
She whispered through gritted teeth, as she started tearing of the wrapping paper.
When she finally had it all unwrapped, she softly took the lid off the box and the first thing her eyes fell on was a huge black hoodie. She picked it up and held it close to her chest, inhaling deeply. It was definitely Frank's hoodie, and he had worn it. She felt her heart swell at the smell of his cologne, and hugged the hoodie closer to her chest. The next thing she picked up was a white envelope.
Jamia sat down on a chair, and opened the envelope slowly, her sister and father staring at her curiously.
When she had finally opened it up, she took out a letter, and a small necklace fell into her lap. As Jamia picked it up, she saw that it was the dog chain necklace she and Frank both had - the one she had lost just before he went on tour. Smiling softly, she picked it up and put it around her neck. She felt her throat close up but she didn't wanna cry infront of her family, so she blinked a few times and proceeded to read the letter that Frank had obviously written.
She unfolded the pages softly, remembering Mikey's text she had gotten just after her and Frank had broken up.
'....he wont give up on you Jamia. Not ever. He'll do everything to get you back. So rethink your decision...because Frank fucking Iero won't ever let you go.'
Mikey was right. Frank really was putting a whole lot of effort into this.
Jamia lay the letter on the table and started reading:
'Hey Jamia,
Uhm hey. Hola. Hallo. Arigato? I don't know if that even meant hello, but yeah. I just...I kinda thought I might aswell make something out of the miserable state we put ourselves in, and since I couldn't call or text you (because I thought that that would have been a shit idea) I decided to send you a parcel, to remind you of how much I really freaking love you and the beautiful times we had together.
So inside you'll find alot of stuff, alot of personal stuff that I want you to look at if you really miss me.
I don't want us to break up. I want us to grow old together, have a dozen children and I wanna be able to give you everything you have ever wanted. But I need you to give me a second chance Jamia.
I want to know that you're there when I get home from tour, I wanna be able to kiss you, to hold you close at night and to be the only guy who can be the closest to you. I know this is hard, I know I am away alot, but always remember that we have awesome friends and awesome families...and we have dogs.
And one day, I want us to be able to look back at the past and be like 'yeah it was a rough fucking time we had, but it was fucking worth it'.
So yeah..J I love you. And I want you to be happy. Preferably with me. I really hope you like the stuff I put together, take your time to look through it, and let me know whether you got this or not, or if I just wasted my time.
I love you unconditionally.
- xoxo, FrnkIero.'
Jamia smiled and she couldn't help the tears that silently ran down her face. Yes she missed the fucker. And she loved him too. More then anyone else on this planet.
Taking the parcel, Jamia put the letter and the hoodie inside and went up to her room to look through the other stuff that was in there. This was gonna take a hell of a while...
-
About an hour later, Jamia was finally done with looking through Frank's present. He had, once again, blown her mind. The best part was that he had made an actual photo album himself, with every picture they had ever taken together, and cute little drawings and notes everywhere inside. She loved it.
She was now listening to one of the CD's he had put in there, which consisted of all of the songs they had ever loved so far,and some covers which Frank had done himself, while she looked through the clothes he had bought her. They must have cost a fortune. He also had put in a whole bunch of CD's, DVD's and sweets, with a note saying that she should wait for him to get home before she started eating.
Jamia was all in all just blown the fuck away. And she knew what she had to do now. She grabbed her phone and lay down on her bed, smiling softly as she dialed Frank's number.
-
Frank was lying in his bunk, listening to some music when he suddenly felt his phone vibrate next to his head. Without even looking at the caller ID, he took the phone and picked up.
"Hello, you reached Frank Iero, he doesn't give a fuck at the moment. What can I do for you?"
"Could be a little nicer, fuck face."
Frank immediately tensed up as he realized who it was and banged his head on the top of his bunk while he was trying to sit up.
"Fuck! I mean..Jamia! Hey baby.."
He whispered while rubbing his head. He didn't wanna wake the other guys up with his clumsiness.
Jamia chuckled softly, speaking in a soft voice.
"Did you just hit your head?"
Frank ginned, shaking his head softly.
"Yeah I did...you know me, I'm clumsy..."
The line was silent after that, but only for a few seconds.
"So..Frankie.."
Jamia almost whispered, and Frank could feel the goosebumps at the back of his neck. God he had missed her voice so much.
"Y-Yeah?"
He stuttered out, clearing his throat.
"I really...the present. It was so damn perfect...and I am really sorry. For what happened. I hope...I hope you can forgive me..."
Frank grinned from ear to ear as he heard the words spoken by Jamia and he nodded but realized that she couldn't actually see him.
"Yes of course you are forgiven babe. I am sorry too...for leaving I guess..."
"Frankie it's fine. Let's talk about that when you get home okay? I want you to enjoy the tour."
"Yeah sure...but J?"
"Hmmm..?"
Frank grinned, he knew he was playing with his luck, but he didn't care.
"Will I get a kiss when I get home?"
He pulled the covers around him tighter, feeling the old feeling of love and safety again, and he was grinning like a cat. His idea had worked. If he could high five himself now, he would most defiantly do it, but that still had to wait, and he would kind of feel like a loser if he did that...but he could always wake up Bob later.
"You know Frankie...you might aswell get a little more then that..."
Frank almost chocked on his own spit when she said that, and he now finally realized that it was okay. They were okay. And he felt like he could look forward to coming home from tour.

Notes

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- xoxo, Paco.