"What's wrong frank?" Gerard asked with another giggle, as I paced the front of the tour bus. I was still heated, I had told the guys what had happened last night and they laughed at me, which just added onto my embarrassment and now I just couldn't seem to shake it off. "Shut up Gee." My reaction sends him and the others back off into a huge fit of giggles, he grabs onto his sides laughing harder. I roll my eyes, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jeans. Ray wipes his eyes with his thumb, clearing his throat to hide his chuckles before he asked me in a calm tone. "I mean what did you expect Frank, girls here aren't like the girls back at home" I roll my eyes at him before storming off deciding at the moment to take a walk. In hopes that somehow, maybe something would take my mind off of it, off of her. But she stuck to my subconscious like glitter to fingers; no matter how many times I tried to scrub her off she refused to leave almost as if she were stapled bloodily to my thoughts. I walked down the same long corridor hallway I did the night before, my hands shoved angrily into the pockets of my Jack skeleton sweatshirt. A soft voice pours out into the empty silence, catching my attention as I slow down my steps. The sounds coming out raspy and soft, but like butter leaving the person's mouth smoothly.

"Chasing the direction you went, you’re a bottled star"

I saw her then, leaning against the venue's wall. She had headphones in her ears, a black iPod cradled tightly in one hand as she slowly bobs her head. I stopped, watching her open her pretty little mouth again, soft words escaping her lips as she sings out.

"And I want it so bad I’d shoot the sunshine into my veins, could you be my heaven again?"

She allows the note to fade away softly before she glances over in my direction, her bright hazel eyes widening with recognition as mine do the same. The thought had hit me; this was the same girl from yesterday. The fucking wallet thief. My face scrunches up in anger as she quickly pushes herself off the wall. She throws me a wide cocky grin before she sprints off into the darkness of the other end, and I rush after her without thinking allowing my feet to pick up speed. She had had always had a smile that would knock anyone off balance. My feet smacking loudly against the cement pavement as I corner her finally in the back room of one of the stage heads.

"What's the prob?"

A husky voice had asked me as I grabbed her by the back of her jacket, pulling her up until her conversed feet dangled before she squirmed violently out of my tight grip. Rushing over to the tall guy that had spoken up not too long ago. "Well, this little thief here stole my wallet last night after shoving her tongue down my throat." She smirks, her beautiful pearly whites bared at me in anger. When you smile like that sometimes, it reminds me of her. That same breathtaking smirk, I can see play over and over again when I close my eyes. Now, it's nothing but a painful memory that continues to haunt me. "Oh whatever, you loved it." She tells me with an arrogant tone laced within her words, her lean arms crossed over her busty frame as she gave me a small smirk "I had you practically on the verge of calling me daddy. And on top of that, what fucking country do you live in where girls just randomly come up and kiss you? You should have seen it coming!"

"Oh you'd be surprised, when everyone knows who you are"

The comment made her upset and she jumped at me violently, the guy's arm wrapping around her waist tightly, holding her against his chest. He had a striking resemblance of the girl; he had the same ray of brown freckles spread across his cheeks and nose. His eyes, the same golden hazel as hers. The same pouty lips and the same crooked smile expect that his hair was shorter, instead ending at the beginning of his shoulder in fickled strands.

"I'm sorry.” He started off with a slight sigh.

"Frank right?" I nodded with a slight smile. "Yep"

He stared at me for a moment, studying my features with wondering eyes and a raised eyebrow in puzzlement before he asked slowly.

"Wait, wait. Thee Frank Iero?" He started with his face beginning to brighten up, a look of recognition crossing over his features as a wide grin stretches over his mouth "From My Chemical Romance?" A huge smile spreads across his lips as he points to himself and the girl in his hands, his voice rising in surprise, barely speechless.

"Woah! Wow. Well... umm hey, I'm Ash. Wolfgang and I"

She cocks her head at him, sending her long black hair tumbling down one shoulder as she gives him a deadly stare, he catches it quickly correcting himself almost immediately. "I mean, Jay and I. We are big, big fans" Jay pulls herself out of his tight grip, tossing a sarcastic sneer in my direction. "Only him honestly, I don't listen to your shit" Ash gave her a disbelief look, glances over briefly to give her a look before turning back to me answering back in an amused tone. "Not anymore, when she did, you were her favorite." A noise leave jay's mouth, a cross between a growl and a sarcastic snicker.

Ash nudges her with a sharp jerk of his elbow to her side, resulting in her hissing at him angrily through clenched teeth. "Give the man back his damn wallet, Wolfgang." He tells her warningly, holding out his hand like a patient parent awaiting an answer from a stubborn child. Jay stays with her hands placed on her hips, a scowl expression crossed over her face. We waited, until she lets out an annoyed groan, reaching in her back and pulling out my black leather wallet shoving the thick material into the palm of Ash's hand heavily. Ash nods at her with a light smile, turning towards me and handing me the wallet. I smile, giving him small thanks before I open. Going over its contexts before I look up at her, with an eyebrow raised realizing that all the money I had usually stored in there was gone. "What did you spend my money on?" I asked her, watching her beautiful features as she gave me a funny look before replying back in a sharp sarcastic tone.

"Jack Daniels, bitch." She tells me, before letting out another agitated groan and storming off. A few minutes of her being gone, Ash turns to me slowly. An apologetic look splashed across of his face.

"I apologize for her; she's kinda childish when she's drunk and bitchy when she isn't. But she's my sister, so I kinda have to love her either way"

I chuckle, nodding understandingly at his words.

"You're the big brother I take it, and she's the youngest?"

He smiles, glancing down at his feet briefly before looking back up to meet my eyes.

"Well yeah, but only by 3 minutes. We're twins."

"Damn, really? But you both act so different"

"Heh yeah, she just kinda took after my mom's personality and I guess I took my dad's."

I nod, crossing my arms over my chest, "I noticed an accent too, where are you guys from?" Ash smiles, his hand coming up to brush away a stray piece of hair away from his eyes.

"We're from Italy, we-"

"Stop sucking his dick and let’s go, we have rehearsal!"

Jay's boyish voice interrupts him. Causing Ash to roll his eyes, carelessly tossing over his shoulder.

"I'm coming!"

Jay's laugh fills my ears, a beautiful sound that makes the smile drop from my own lips as I stood motionless, my body completely reluctant to move until the sound fades out into nothing but raspy giggles.

"That's what frank said! I hope you swallow ash! "

I get the joke and it makes me chuckle a little, under my breath. Ash face reddens with embarrassment as he hisses out angrily "Shut up" Before he slowly turns back to me, a nervous chuckle leaving his mouth. "Damn bastard, it was cool meeting you Frank. I'll be sure to bother you some other time to get a picture and an autograph if you don't mind"

I smile, "Not a problem, we'll hang out when we both have the free time"

"Right. See you in the meantime. I'm sorry again about the wallet thing. “Ash tells me, walking backwards slowly to the door opening as I nod and give him a small wave of my hand.

"Come the fuck on Pansy!"

"I'm coming Wolfgang,goddammit " He shouts back to her, tossing over his shoulder at me quickly. “See ya Frank." before jogging off through the exit, and disappearing off. I waited until both of their voice and footsteps had disappeared, before heading back off to the tour bus.

"What happened now Frankie?" Gerard asked with an amused tone. "You got pimped by the same girl twice? Your corner's down again?"

"No, but call your mother. She still owes me from that last time"

Notes

I hope everyone likes this, I have to say that I like writing about Jay.

She's such an asshole.