Always

The crowd that was literally only about twenty people started going wild. They were jumping up and down. I smiled knowing this was good for the guys. They weren’t use to this regardless if the audience was drunk or stoned. I began to jump up and down as well, mouthing every word with Gerard.

After several more songs, the last one being Vampires Will Never Hurt You, the band was done. The audience diminished immediately and I stood there solely smiling as well as very sweaty.

Gerard ran over to me.

“Did you hear us, Danny? They loved us,” Gerard exclaimed, grabbing onto my shoulders. “Oh my fucking mother of god, I must get more to drink.”

Gerard ran off with Bob and Ray. I trudged to Mikey.

“So, Mikey how was it?” I asked, taking his bass from him.

He sighed and shook his head then walked away. That only left me with Frank. Frank smiled. Putting his guitar down, he ran over me and lifted me up in the air.

“Did you see us? They loved us!” Frank shouted. He set me down and continued poking in my sides.

“Stop, Iero,” I laughed. “I saw it all. I was the one screaming into the microphone with Gerard. I was the one jumping around with all of you and the crowd. You were fucking incredible.”

Frank’s smile turned into a straight line.

“What?” I asked.

Frank just stared at me. “I suppose we could get more to drink now, yeah?” he proposed, taking me by the hand and walking me to the kitchen.

Frank poured me a drink as well as himself. He drank it all and then poured a second.

“It looks like you’re trying to get not only yourself drunk, but myself as well,” I said, as we walked to the living room and sat on the sofa.

“Maybe. I’m so nervous,” Frank whispered. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder on the sofa.

“Why are you nervous?”

“The show and you’re next to me.”

“Frank, I’ve sat next to you so many times. You put your arm around me multiple times. We kissed for heaven’s sake!”

“It’s just, I don’t know. I’m drunk. Forgive me, please,” he said, reaching in his pocket. “I have this,” he chuckled, holding up a cigarette.

It wasn’t an ordinary cigarette. I rolled my eyes and perched my lips at Frank.

“So, what do you say?” Frank questioned, waving the joint in my face. “It will be fun.”

I sighed.

“Come on, Danny, let’s go to the backyard.” Frank grabbed me by forearm and led me to the backyard.

Frank sat in the grass, bringing me down with him. He pulled out a lighter and lit the joint as he held it up to his lips. He inhaled and held his breath until he passed it over to me. I repeated what he did and began coughing.

“We are going to have fun,” Frank laughed. “I’m already feeling like I’m on a cloud.”

I smiled, hugging Frank. “I haven’t done this in so long.”

“Well, get ready for a good fucking time, Danielle.”

“You never call me Danielle.”

“Only when I’m serious,” Frank smirked, taking one last hit.

Notes

My writer's block is still getting the best of me. I am so sorry! Hang in there, guys!

-christy-