"Getcher ass up!" "Dude, seriously, Brian's gonna kill us if we're late again." "I got it, Ray. Just get out for a second." "If you're gonna rip off limbs, leave his arms. We have to be there in ten." Mikey? "Got it. Leave his arms." Shortly following I hear the padding of shoe clad feet and the click of the door. Then, I feel. I feel my favorite hand cupping my jaw, thumb brushing my cheek bones. Next comes the peck on my neck trailing down and across my collarbone. He's uses the smooth, sultry voice that goves me goosebumps and his hair hangs down, just touching my skin. "Fank?"-peck-"Frankie?"-peck-"You need to get up." The kisses trail up the center of my throat and I can almost understand what's going on. Where's Ray? Wasn't Mikey here? Whatever. I'm goin back to sleep. Then, the lips are catching mine and I'm being tugged towards actual consciousness. The lips are chapped, but kinda soft and the head weilding them keeps nodding into it. Then, I feel the matress dip on either side of me and a weighted heat on my chest. Then, I'm very awake and when I feel a tongue dance over my lips, I kiss back and roll my hips up, pulling the hips over me down. Too soon, the soft, chapped lips are gone along with the warm weight.Then, I open my eyes.
"Mornin." A swift peck on the lips, before he's up and at the door. "Hurry up, babe, or you'll be late for the interview." Babe? "What the fuck, Gerard?" "Be down in two minutes or you'll have to find your own ride." I hop up so fast I almost face plant, as i go to grab his wrist. "You gotta give me a ride." "And why's that?" He steps forward a little and so do I. "You owe me!" get on my tippy-toes to try and gain some inches. "Nope." He says it like it's fact, when it's complete fiction.
“Yes, how many times did I give you rides when I had my car?” I feel my eyebrows go up without my official permission, but I’m sure I lifted them subconsciously.
“You did me a favor. I never said I’d return it.” He tucks my longer hairs behind my ear and says with the sincerety of a love letter. “You know I’ll leave your ass.”
“Pweeeeaaase?” I whip out the puppy dog eyes, but he turns away before they properly take affect.
“One minute.” He pinches my hand and I release his wrist out of instinct rather than logic.
“Come. On. Have a heart.” He’s on his way out when I bring up that he said two minutes. He slips his head back through the door.
“’s not my fault you argued for one of them.” With that, he’s gone and after blinking at the door for most of my minute, I shuffle to the bathroom to brush my teeth, get the crud out of my eyes, and put on some eyeliner.

I sniff my shirt and of course it smells horrid. I tug it off as I scan my floor and bed for something decent enough. I uncover some jeans that don’t smell like bacon and stick them under my arm, but every shirt is filthy. I shuffle out of the guest room and into Ray’s because he’s the only one that does his laindry regularly. I just grab off the top of his shirt drawer and pull that on, so I can comb my hair to an okay degree.

Once I’m back in the bathroom, I come all the long, dark hairs to the right and lazily spray some extra-hold on my head before I double check my eye-liner.

“We’re leaving!” Mikey calls before I literally here Ray’s car starting.

I grab my shoes and hustle downstairs and see Gerard downing his coffee before setting the empty mug down and heading out. I jog to his car in my slippers and see Ray driving off with Bob and Mikey. I plop in the backseat.

“Sit up front.”

“Why?”

“I’m not a taxi driver.”

I hop up front and wiggle into my jeans while we go.

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