"Mmph-"I took my mouth off of Ryan's,"What time do your parents want to leave tomorrow?"
"Fuck don't mention them right now. Probably twelve or one,"Ryan started mouthing kisses down my neck as his hands slid up my sides.
"Good. You're staying at mine again tonight then,"I moaned as he started sucking on my collarbone.

"Way ahead of you,"He brought his mouth up to mine and smothered me, slipping his tongue in to slide against mine. Right now we were home alone in the lounge. The girls were all working and Miranda was back in LA for the next month. Ryan and I had the house to ourselves for a good three hours and we were going to make the most of it. One thing I was glad about was that I wasn't drunk for once, unlike the last three times.

"Should we be doing this here?"Ryan whispered as I started tugging his shirt up.
"Probably not,"I paused,"But I dont want to move."
"Neither. Forget I said anything,"He mumbled and finished taking his shirt off for me. My hands slid down his bare torso as I kissed him like I was dying for it. His fingers trailed lightly around my hips as our tongues slid against each other's.

"Hellooooo?"Someone called suddenly.
"Mmph,"I sighed against Ryan's lips as we pulled apart, me licking my lips regretfully.
"Oh for fucks sake,"I grumbled as Deandra walked into the lounge.
"Oh. Sorry. Dont mean to interrupt but we need you down at the shop. There's an angry customer saying he wont leave until he speaks to the owner. He's really agressive and I dont want him to start getting physical,"She said seriously.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Well what's wrong?"I somehow detached myself from Ryan and stood up, doing my best to ignore my hard on.
"I'm not sure he just brought his coffee back and asked if you were there and when we said that you werent he starting yelling,"Deandra said. I followed her outside to the car, yelling for Ryan to come with us.

-time lapse-

"Ryan do you just wanna take a seat or something? Get Deandra to make you a coffee. This shouldn't take too long though."
"No problem,"He smiled and went away. I went over to where Charlie was standing in the doorway to outback looking upset.
I went over to him and said,"How come you're workimg? Isn't it your day off?"
"Marcie called me and asked me to work the afternoon for her. Said she felt sick or something,"Charlie muttered.

"Has he said anything?"
"Not since we offered him another coffee. He told us to forget about it and that he'll wait for you in silence,"Charlie said without taking his eyes off the back of his head. I looked over and sighed.

"Better get this over with,"I shrugged my shoulders and walked over to sit down in front of a much younger guy than I had pictured. I had thought it would be some grumpy old man but it was in fact a young guy with shortish brown hair, green eyes and a nice looking face. Even when he was sitting I could tell that he was tall.

"Hi. I'm Frank Iero. I own this place. You wanted to speak to me?"I smiled politely at him.
"You're Frank? Oh my god,"His voice was a lot lower than I had expected. It was smooth and silky sounding. It was probably perfect for singing.
"Yes. I'm Frank."
"My names Gabe. You dont know me but-"
"Gabe... That name sounds familiar,"I said as it slowly wriggled around my brain, searching for the memory it came from.

"Really? Gerard said he didnt think he told you about me... Maybe Mikey did,"Gabe said thoughtfully.
I stiffened, feeling all pleasantries disappear,"You know Gerard?"
"Oh wow. You really dont want anything to do with him do you. I've never seen someone lose their kindness so fast,"He stared at me through long lashes.
"What does he want?"I sighed.

"You. He doesn't know I'm here. None of them do. I became friends with Mikey and Pete before all that weird shit happened. I've stayed pretty close to them since and I know that they are all lost without you."
"What do you mean?"I asked slowly, trying to ignore the pang of hopefulness inside my gut.
"I mean, they hate the dude thats in the band in your place. They miss having you around. And Gerard is writing so many fucking songs about you its getting annoying,"Gabe sat back in his seat and folded his arms.

"Well what do you want me to do about it?"
"Call Gerard. Join the band. Come back to Jersey."
"And what, leave all this?"I spread my arms out to gesture to the shop.
"Why not?"Gabe shrugged his shoulders.

"Uhh maybe because I've spent a whole year building up the business. Maybe because my Mum's home is here? Maybe because my best friends live here with me? Maybe because I've got a life here that I love? Any of those making any sense?"
"What about your home back in Jersey? And your friends?"
"What fucking home?! I grew up in an orphanage you dick! The house I'm living in here was the first home I ever had. I dont have any friends left there. They've all moved on and away,"I glared at him. Who the hell did he think he was?

"Frank you have no idea how much you are needed back there. Gerard needs you,"He said quietly.
I stood up and pointed to the door,"I'd like you to leave."
"Frank-"
"Now!"I glared at him, staring daggers into his back the whole journey from the seat to the door. As soon as he was gone I said,"Lock the door."
"Frank are you okay?"Deandra asked softly. I ignored her and gripped the edge of the table to try and keep myself from falling.

"I need a drink,"I said finally. I pushed past Deandra and her concernd face to behind the counter. I reached under where I kept the Baileys and poured myself a glass,"Ryan you want some?"
"Uh- sure why not,"Ryan shrugged his shoulders.
"You guys can go home. I'll close up,"I smiled at Deandra and Charlie. They both looked at me, worry written all over their faces, before sighing and getting their crap and leaving.
"Here we are,"I smiled at Ryan as I sat down in front of him and handed him his drink,

"So who was that guy?"Ryan asked and took a mouthful.
"Oh. Just this guy from New Jersey. Friends with Gerard or something, I dont know,"I shrugged my shoulders and changed the subject,"So that was pretty frustrating. Deandra walking in on us.
"God. Tell me about it,"Ryan groaned.
"You wanna do it here?"I raised a daring eyebrow at him.

Ryan stared at me, a grin slowly pulling at the corners of his lips,"Are you sure? I mean its- its a place where food and drinks are served. Its a little unhygenic dont you think?"
"Ever heard of an office? No customers go in there,"I grinned at him, enjoying the warmth the Bailey's was setting up in my stomach.

"Well then yes, I shall take you up on your offer. After a bit more to drink though. I'm fine with fucking in a bathroom, car or bedroom. But in such a public place I might need a bit more-"
"Liquid courage?"I winked at him and went to get the bottle.