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Bright Lights That Cast A Shadow

Chapter Twenty Six

I huffed loudly as I set down another box in my already crowded living room. I snuggled it up nicely against the others before turning, exhausted, and letting myself fall onto the plushy couch. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, just enjoying my moment of relaxation.
It didn't last long though. I was quickly interrupted by the shrill ring of my cellphone going off. I sighed, annoyed with the high pitched sound. One of these days I vowed to myself silently in my head I will change that to some song...Misfits maybe? While pondering what song would well as a ringtone I fished around the couch for my phone where it seemed to have disappeared.
"Aha!" I exclaimed triumphantly as I found it buried under a cushion. I got comfy again before hitting the answer button. "Hello."
"Hey Gee! Just calling to see how packing is going." Frank's voice greeted me from the other end of the phone, and I smiled as I pictured him sitting at his desk at work, or maybe in a sound room.
"Eh, it's a bit, err, messy," I confessed glancing at all the haphazard boxes laying around. It looked more like a battlefield than a living room. "But everything is pretty much packed up and ready to go over to your apartment."
"Our apartment," Frank corrected me with a chuckle. I knew we were both grinning at the words. It all seemed to have happened so fast. Six months ago I didn't know Frank Iero existed. Five months ago I became his friend. Three and a half weeks ago we started dating. Tomorrow I would move in with him.
I guess if you didn't stop to consider the circumstances it would seem a little fast. I mean what couple move in together after only a couple of weeks of dating? But starting in about five days I was going to run out of rent money. After that it would only be a matter of time before I was kicked out and forced to live with my sibling. Living with Frank seemed like the better choice though. It wouldn't be that much of a change, considering the fact that we were either at his or mine twenty four seven.
"Our apartment," I agreed, almost savoring the words as they slipped over my tongue. I felt the excitement pour over as I realized that this was actually going to happen. I was gonna move in with my boyfriend.
"So we've both been working hard today. So would you like to go out on a date with me?" It struck me after a moment that we hadn't been on a date yet. We had been too busy worrying over Lindsey, and tending to Bob, and getting ready for the move.
"Sounds great!" I told him. I was already mentally bringing up every piece of clothing I owned and trying to decide what to wear.
"Great! Just wear something casual and I'll be there to pick you up around five."
"I love you."
"I love you too. Bye Gee!" I hung up with a grin starting to spread across my entire face. I was going on a date with my beautiful boyfriend. I resisted the urge to jump up and down and scream like a twelve year old schoolgirl.
I glanced at the clock. I had two hours to get ready before Frank would come pick me up. I paced nervously for a second before flying to my closet to find something to wear. I mentally cursed when I remembered that I had already packed my clothes. I had a quick mental debate on whether or not the loose t-shirt and paint stained combo I was wearing was good enough. I quickly reached the conclusion that it indeed was not and went in search of the box with my packed clothes.
I felt slightly silly for wanting to get slightly more dressed up than usual for Frank. I mean he saw me everyday, but I felt like this was a special occasion, and Frank would enjoy it.
I carefully selected my clothes, trying my best not to disturb the whole box. Satisfied I stood up, brushing off my beat down jeans and went to get changed. I also put on a bit of eyeliner, not a lot, but enough to make my hazel eyes pop.
I looked myself over in the mirror than hung on my closet door. I had selected a long sleeve grey v-neck that was tight, but wasn't too figure hugging. I had also put on my tightest black skinny jeans, and my black leather jacket. I had paired this with my high top black converse. I twisted and turned in the mirror, biting down on my lip.
I wasn't sure if what I was wearing looked okay or not. What if Frank didn't like it? Was it too dark? Was the shirt too tight? I had always been self conscious, but never this bad. I had never felt like this before around Frank. It was probably since it was our first date. I was about to collapse into a puddle of nervous Gee when the doorbell rang.
I glanced at the clock on my bedside table. Holy shit! It had already been two hours. I guess there was no going back now.
I walked to the front door and opened it. Frank stood there smiling as always. I fidgeted with my sleeves nervously as I stared at him. He looked amazing. He was wearing a black and white striped long sleeved shirt, but he had the pushed up past the crease of his elbows, showing off his tattoos on each arm perfectly. He had also opted for black skinnies, but had paired his with Doc Martens instead. He looked hot, and I could only imagine what I looked like compared to him with my unruly black hair and outfit.
My eyes flicked up towards his and I was mildly shocked when I saw that he was still checking me out, with a small smirk across his full lips. I coughed nervously and he looked up at me with eyes filled with...lust?
"God Gee you look so goddamn sexy right now." I would've flushed bright red then, but I hadn't fed yet that week. "I'd kiss you right now, but I'm afraid that might create a problem downstairs."
"Well you look pretty amazing yourself." I wasn't sure why I was suddenly so shy, but it felt right, so I went with it.
"C'mon cutie," Frank said with a wink. "We have a date to get to."

Notes

HAPPY TEN YEAR SOBRIETY ANNIVERSARY GERARD!!! VERYMUCHALIVE
and even though it's not MCR related, RIP Robbie Williams :(

So I asked about one shots last time and I did get positive feedback. So yes, I will be posting one shots. When? I'm not sure. I want to go over some and edit, or in some cases rewrite. Needless to say once I start posting them they might be posted irregularly. Anyway, I'm going to post one shortly so watch out for it. (By shortly I mean a couple of hours)

Also I need you guys to tell me if this is getting too long or drawn out and boring. I don't want you guys reading boring updates cause you want to know how it ends or something. So if you start getting bored just comment or something and I'll pick up the pace.

Sorry for the long authors note here. Please carry on with your other reading now. :)

Comments

Wowowowowww

cKayE cKayE
5/9/19

@daughter of the dead
you
son
of
a
gun
i cant believe i just read that, poor mikey

chapter 27
omfg are you kidding me
please for the love of unicorns tell me it's not true and that he'll be okay

@mychemicalcoffee
Well you did, and you can pass it off as you meant too XDXD

Revengnic Revengnic
9/12/14

@Revengnic
Oh yeah duh. I have that. Well...Omg wait did i match Ray to his casket color. I didn't even mean to do that