Frank's P.O.V

"It's not that I don't love you or anything, but I have my own needs, so yes. I'm sure for the six hundred billion time."

"You're the best" Jasmine kisses me on the cheek, "I couldn't sleep down there."

I decided, when I left for a few night that I was moving into the basement, no longer could I share my bed with my twenty year old cousin, no matter how much I love her. Jasmine sits crossed leg on my old bedroom floor, helping me back my stuff into boxes. Why do I have so much crap.

"Frank, I have something to tell you," she reaches under my bed and takes out my bottles of alcohol, well my now empty bottles. "I drank it all. I'm sorry."

"You're lucky I like you," I laughed, picking up a pillow and throwing it at her face.

Jasmine's P.O.V


I have my own room! I love it, now I just have to find a job. I don't care what it is, I can't live of the guys for the rest of my life. They've been so good to me, well apart from you know who. I can't even say his name. He hasn't touched me since, but my whole body tenses up when I'm around him.

I look through the local newspaper, any job. Waitress! Perfect, I love food. I look through my closet at my brand new clothes, thanks to Gerard, he said something like "It's a shame to see you dressed as a female version of Frank, one's enough."

I take out a navy blue knee length skirt, white vest top and a navy blue cardigan. I look in the mirror and apply my make up, winged eyeliner, light pink blush and peach colored lipstick. I fixed my hair into a high ponytail. Done.

Gerard and Mikey are off at work, and Frank is off with a girl he's been spending loads of time with, she better be nice. So I go off in search of Ray. I find him in the kitchen making food. It looked disgusting.

"Want some?" Ray says holding the pan up. "Peanut butter, bacon, cheese and apple."

"No, thank you." I give him a weird look.

"Don't knock it until you've tried it." He puts the weird mixture in between two slices and takes a bite, "Hmm, better than sex"

"Ray, can you drive me here?" I told out the newspaper with the add for a waitress. "I'm sorry to be a pain, but cars scare me, I tried to learn once, didn't go well."

"Sure, they have nice burgers, I can wait for you."
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Ray has eaten in his way through 3 burgers, a large fries and two chocolate milkshakes, where the hell does he put them!? I find him sitting in the car listening to Whitney Houston, I knock on the window making him jump.

"Shit, don't tell the guy, I love a bit of Whit." he says turning the volume down. "How did it go?"

I walk around to the other side of the car, "I got the job!" I break out into a huge grin, "My first job"

"Well then, my dearest Jasmine, this is cause for a celebration." He takes out his phone and sends a text to somebody. "Shopping time."

"Wow, I didn't know there was so many." We walk together down the alcohol aisle. "Cherry shots? I like cherry." I pick up three bottles and put them into the cart.

Ray laughs at me and shakes his head, "So apart from the other day when you completely broke Gerard's heart, have you ever been drunk before?"

"I..I what?" Ray said I broke his heart. "Ray..?"

"Okay, don't shoot. He likes you, really likes you. He had this special day all planned, he was going to take you shopping, out for lunch and then for a walk to his favorite places."

"Oh.." I pick up more bottles of I couldn't even tell you what they were and put them in the cart.
If I hadn't got drunk, I could have spent the day with Gerard, sweet loving Gee.
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"Pizza's here" Ray called up.

"Pizza? How much do you eat?" He takes six large pizza's of the guy and hands him a handful of money.

"Thanks sugar," he winks and shuts the door with his foot. "Cherry shot?"
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Four shots later.

"Ray, you're my best friend." I kiss him on the cheek and fluff his hair up even more. "I've never ever, ever been drunk."

"I can tell." He laughs at me as I turn the music on and start dancing to it.

Gerard and Frank walk in the door just at the point I start dancing like a hoe. "What we celebrating then?"

"I got a job!" I smile and jump up and down, "And cherry shots!" I hold up the half empty bottle and laugh.

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