I'd Rather Not Miss Out On Us

I walk back to my room. M- baby. eyes are filled with tears. I look down at my phone when I notice the flashing blue light. I got a text. it's from Frank. "i already miss driving with your hand in mine. XOfrnk." I smile wide, and text him back. "i just miss you." The tears forming almost fall when there's a knock on the door and then a black skinny jean covered legs walking towards me. Dalton. "Jess, my girl! I want details. How big was it?" I laugh and look up after him, his smile immediately fades and there's suddenly arms holding me. I try to pretend there Frank's but I just can't. "I'm fine. I just miss him." "I know. Now tell me about him." I take a deep breathe and start the story from the beginning. The sound booth, the bar, the sex (which that perv ask for every detail about), the day spent together, the goodbye. But while telling him all this I skillfully avoid telling him who he is. Ignoring give aways. "Okay, well, he sounds perfect. Who is he?" Dalt questions. "He's 33. Divorced. With 3 kids. From Jersey. But he has an amazing career. And his names Frank." Dalton's eyes widen. "Holy fuck, Jess. Well, I guess if you like him, none of that has to matters. It'll just make things difficult maybe. You know that right?" I nod in reply. "He might move to LA. Like me. Dalt, I could be falling in love. I don't love him-" "Yet." Dalton cuts me off. I smile. I haven't even admitted that to myself yet. Could I be? I'm not in love yet, but damn, it could happen. Honestly I think it will if things work out. My thoughts are cut off by Dalton giggling. "What?" I ask. "Nothing, its just that he's living the life of Frank Iero it seems. Ha." I look up at him, and smile shyly before twisting my lips to one side, avoiding eye contact. "HOLY SHIT. YOU FUCKED FRANK IERO. YOU FUCKED YOUR HERO. MY HERO. YOU'RE FUCKING STARTING A RELATIONSHIP WITH THE FRANK IERO. I don't believe you. I don't. At all. Holy shit, Jess. This is huge." Dalton won't stop freaking out for the next five minutes. I get it. its a big deal. I wish he'd stop. "Is it a secret? Does he care if the world knows?" that's a great question. he told his best friend. he was fine with my telling mine. but the world? obviously not everyone should be in his business but maybe he won't care who knows? I make a mental to ask when he calls later. after an hour of talking about Frank and Dalton talking about B he leaves. I check the time. I still have several hours before he'll call. I decide on Harry Potter to pass the time. My phone starts buzzing uncontrollably and I see Franks face light up the screen. My heart starts racing as I push the green button. "Hey, babe." I can hear the smile in his voice. "Hii. How was the trip?" "Ughhh. Long. Boring. Sad." "Why sad?" "You weren't there." He makes my heart melt. "I wouldve been if possible." He laughs. "I know, Jess. So, how did, Dalton, was it? take the news." I tell Frank about me and Dalston's visit. Then we talk about when he's getting his kids tomorrow and how I'm going into the studio. Just casual conversation. We end up being on the phone for a hour. I look at the time and quickly do the math to see it has to be nearly 1 AM over there. "Baby, you need sleep. Jet lag." I yawn out. "Say that again." "What, jet lag?" "No, call me baby" I hear the blush he has to have. "Really, baby?" I coo. "Mmm, I like that. Jam- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." "Frankie, it's-" "No, Jess. Let me get this out, okay babe?" I nod and then remember he's not in front of me. "Okay." "I promise I will never compare you to Jamia, unless its positive on your end. All she called me was curse words. And Frank. She didn't treat me like her husband for the past two years. she was never all lovey with me since we've been together. we took pictures and acted like a couple in public, but that was to not make people question things and so she could show me off. She wanted a divorce before the twins were even thought of, but then MCR got big and she wanted my fame. the girls helped the relationship a lot. and I thought things were okay. then Miles was born and Jamia lost it. What I'm trying to say is I like cute shit. a lot. and I kinda forgot people still did it. so I'm sorry in advance if I mention her name in that kind of context." He brethes loudly, talking fast. I can't help but to feel special. I'm what he likes. "Frank, Frankie, Baby. Don't be sorry. Its okay. I understand. You were with her for a long time. That kind of relationship is all you know right now. That's okay. Please don't feel bad." I say, trying to make him feel better. "Thank you. God, you're incredible." He sounds like he's in awe. It makes me smile. "I know." I joke back. He chuckles,"I really should get some sleep. I'll text you tomorrow, and we can call again tomorrow night? After I put the kids to bed?" "Sounds like a plan. But one more thing? Are... we... a secret? Or... What?" "I don't care who knows. I don't want people in my personal life, but, let people know I met the raddest girl in the world." I smile so big, my face my break. "Okay. Goodnight, Frankie baby." I say in a adorable baby voice. he laughs his adorable laugh. "Goodnight, babe. Sweet dreams." The phone call ends and I curl into the bed, covering myself and hugging to my body and Frank's shirt. He let me keep the 3 I had to borrow. The shirt smells like him. I feel my eyes drift close and fall asleep to thoughts of Frank and how this may work after all.

Notes

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