I'd Rather Not Miss Out On Us
Chapter 16
Chapter 16
*Franks POV*
I wake before Jess, but I don’t move. I just watch her sleep. She’s so beautiful. I’ve missed her so much. It’s crazy. All this is so fucking crazy. I moved to LA. I didn’t like it the first time I lived here, but it seems to be the place I always need to be. The man that took every ounce of pride he had into his home state, moved across the country. I won’t lie, Jess was a big part of the reason. And the fact that someone I’ve only known for a month can affect such a huge decision scares me, but I don’t let it bother me.
Jess stirs in her sleep and her eyes slowly start to flutter open. She looks at, smiling. Her eyes run down her and my tangled bodies. Her eyes stop at her waste, though, and I see her eyebrows furrow. She grabs my hand from her waste and examines the back of it carefully.
She found the surprise.
“I was hoping you’d notice it. I got it done a week after I got back to Jersey. I was going to tell you, but decided it’d be a cute surprise.” Her eyes soften, her lips open as she stare at my hand and rubs her thumb over where it once said ‘Jamia’.
I got it covered up with a really cool looking skull. It’s the only thing that my artist could cover it up. It was tricky, and now the back of my hand is completely covered in ink. I had to get it covered up. Not for Jess. For me. I would sometime look at it and feel a cringe of pain, and want. I can’t have that. I’m over it now. The divorce is in the past now, and the only thing that’s left from it is my three beautiful children. Jess is helping a lot. I was still drowning in self-pity until the moment I laid eyes on her.
She smiles up at me, and leans up to kiss me. I kiss back. It remains soft, slow, and gentle. She pulls away and hops off the bed, pulling the small blanket with her, wrapping it around her.
“Do you have groceries yet?”
“No, I’ve been doing take out. Wanna go shopping?” She nods. I get off the bed too, and look around for some boxers. My backs facing Jess when I hear her giggle. I turn around. Still naked. Still not caring.
“What are you laughing at?” I smirk.
“Your ass. It’s so cute.” She walks closer to me. I pull her into my grasp and hold her there, pressing against her.
“I could say the same to you.” I smirk.
I pull her chin up and plant a kiss to her lips. The kiss gets heated. Our tongues battling for dominance, me winning. At some point she lets her blanket fall. We both stand there, kissing, naked in my pretty much empty bedroom. I pull away first and bend down to grab the blanket. I wrap it around her shoulders and she pulls it close.
“Get dressed.” I say as I walk out into the living room area.
“I have no clean clothes here, Frank!” I smirk, and grab the pile off the couch and walk back into the room. Jess looks at me with confusion. “Are those mine?” I nod.
“Dalton ran a few clothes back in here that didn’t get unloaded at B’s before they left. You were in the bathroom I think.” I explain.
“Awhh, Dalton. He’s too good to me.” I laugh. And throw the clothes on the bed.
“We can stop by and get more if you’d like later.” She nods and picks out an outfit, dropping the blanket and putting the clothes on. I find jeans and a t-shirt and cardigan and put them on.
When we get to the car, Jess looks at her phone “Oh, shit. Frankie?”
“Yes?”
“Coffee before groceries at my shop with Dalt and B?” she mumbles her words together, she’s embarrassed, she forgot, she’s so cute.
“Sounds nice.” I pull out the drive way, and grab Jess’s hand as soon as I can. I’ve missed having a hand to hold.
The coffee double whatever date thing goes good. Small talk that mostly consist of music and Jess’s band. I don’t know if Jess knows this, but I’ve become quite a plan. I took the liberty to buy their two EP’s and one album. They’re really good. And Jess is super talented. The band has great potential. They’re already pretty big, and right now, their trying to get on the warped line up. The chances of that are pretty high, and I’m terrified. She said I could come with, which I probably will for a few gigs, but I’ll have the kids for half of it. I’m gonna find out how Jamia felt for the last 12 years. The Cellabration on the other hand, doesn’t have a tour planned until November. It’s currently March. A much needed break to do all the other shit I’ve had in the works. Not doing music sucks though, so I still write a lot.
We get groceries, and head back to the house. We pull out all the snack foods and start eating while unpacking. Jess is more than happy to help.
Jess is rad. If I had to choose three words to describe Jess they’d be: Stunning, talented, and rad. And I’m more than lucky to be able to call her mine.
Occasionally, I get a little worried about the shit I’m gonna have to go through when the media finds out Frank Iero is with a girl 13 years younger. It’s legal. It’s perfectly fine. I was still talking about how much I loved my wife when Jess was underage, so they can’t say it started out wrong. I’m only a slightly worried. Most of me couldn’t give two fucks. Now, when it comes to all the shit Jess might get, I start to get pissed. She’ll get jealous fans, people using her to get to me, and shit like that.
But, there’s perks for Jess. Dalton brought it up today at coffee. After our relationship gets out, Jess is gonna be known as Frank Iero’s girlfriend for those who don’t know who she is already. Fans of mine are gonna go looking into her life, and her band. A good portion of people will probably like it. So, Jess dating me can be really good for the band. I shoved Dalton off when he first said it, because thinking of it like that makes me feel conceited. But I can’t deny my fame, no matter how much I hate it sometimes.
By the time we get the house about half done, it’s dinner time. Me and Jess eat veggie burgers and watch movies for the rest of the night. Today was really perfect. I woke up next to Jess, and we went out with friends and did completely normal couple stuff. It was perfect. And normal. It makes me smile. After the 3rd movie, we head to bed. We don’t do anything, just cuddle and occasionally kiss, me in just my boxers, she in her underwear and my t-shirt, until we fall asleep. I don’t think I’ve been this happy and peaceful in years.
*Franks POV*
I wake before Jess, but I don’t move. I just watch her sleep. She’s so beautiful. I’ve missed her so much. It’s crazy. All this is so fucking crazy. I moved to LA. I didn’t like it the first time I lived here, but it seems to be the place I always need to be. The man that took every ounce of pride he had into his home state, moved across the country. I won’t lie, Jess was a big part of the reason. And the fact that someone I’ve only known for a month can affect such a huge decision scares me, but I don’t let it bother me.
Jess stirs in her sleep and her eyes slowly start to flutter open. She looks at, smiling. Her eyes run down her and my tangled bodies. Her eyes stop at her waste, though, and I see her eyebrows furrow. She grabs my hand from her waste and examines the back of it carefully.
She found the surprise.
“I was hoping you’d notice it. I got it done a week after I got back to Jersey. I was going to tell you, but decided it’d be a cute surprise.” Her eyes soften, her lips open as she stare at my hand and rubs her thumb over where it once said ‘Jamia’.
I got it covered up with a really cool looking skull. It’s the only thing that my artist could cover it up. It was tricky, and now the back of my hand is completely covered in ink. I had to get it covered up. Not for Jess. For me. I would sometime look at it and feel a cringe of pain, and want. I can’t have that. I’m over it now. The divorce is in the past now, and the only thing that’s left from it is my three beautiful children. Jess is helping a lot. I was still drowning in self-pity until the moment I laid eyes on her.
She smiles up at me, and leans up to kiss me. I kiss back. It remains soft, slow, and gentle. She pulls away and hops off the bed, pulling the small blanket with her, wrapping it around her.
“Do you have groceries yet?”
“No, I’ve been doing take out. Wanna go shopping?” She nods. I get off the bed too, and look around for some boxers. My backs facing Jess when I hear her giggle. I turn around. Still naked. Still not caring.
“What are you laughing at?” I smirk.
“Your ass. It’s so cute.” She walks closer to me. I pull her into my grasp and hold her there, pressing against her.
“I could say the same to you.” I smirk.
I pull her chin up and plant a kiss to her lips. The kiss gets heated. Our tongues battling for dominance, me winning. At some point she lets her blanket fall. We both stand there, kissing, naked in my pretty much empty bedroom. I pull away first and bend down to grab the blanket. I wrap it around her shoulders and she pulls it close.
“Get dressed.” I say as I walk out into the living room area.
“I have no clean clothes here, Frank!” I smirk, and grab the pile off the couch and walk back into the room. Jess looks at me with confusion. “Are those mine?” I nod.
“Dalton ran a few clothes back in here that didn’t get unloaded at B’s before they left. You were in the bathroom I think.” I explain.
“Awhh, Dalton. He’s too good to me.” I laugh. And throw the clothes on the bed.
“We can stop by and get more if you’d like later.” She nods and picks out an outfit, dropping the blanket and putting the clothes on. I find jeans and a t-shirt and cardigan and put them on.
When we get to the car, Jess looks at her phone “Oh, shit. Frankie?”
“Yes?”
“Coffee before groceries at my shop with Dalt and B?” she mumbles her words together, she’s embarrassed, she forgot, she’s so cute.
“Sounds nice.” I pull out the drive way, and grab Jess’s hand as soon as I can. I’ve missed having a hand to hold.
The coffee double whatever date thing goes good. Small talk that mostly consist of music and Jess’s band. I don’t know if Jess knows this, but I’ve become quite a plan. I took the liberty to buy their two EP’s and one album. They’re really good. And Jess is super talented. The band has great potential. They’re already pretty big, and right now, their trying to get on the warped line up. The chances of that are pretty high, and I’m terrified. She said I could come with, which I probably will for a few gigs, but I’ll have the kids for half of it. I’m gonna find out how Jamia felt for the last 12 years. The Cellabration on the other hand, doesn’t have a tour planned until November. It’s currently March. A much needed break to do all the other shit I’ve had in the works. Not doing music sucks though, so I still write a lot.
We get groceries, and head back to the house. We pull out all the snack foods and start eating while unpacking. Jess is more than happy to help.
Jess is rad. If I had to choose three words to describe Jess they’d be: Stunning, talented, and rad. And I’m more than lucky to be able to call her mine.
Occasionally, I get a little worried about the shit I’m gonna have to go through when the media finds out Frank Iero is with a girl 13 years younger. It’s legal. It’s perfectly fine. I was still talking about how much I loved my wife when Jess was underage, so they can’t say it started out wrong. I’m only a slightly worried. Most of me couldn’t give two fucks. Now, when it comes to all the shit Jess might get, I start to get pissed. She’ll get jealous fans, people using her to get to me, and shit like that.
But, there’s perks for Jess. Dalton brought it up today at coffee. After our relationship gets out, Jess is gonna be known as Frank Iero’s girlfriend for those who don’t know who she is already. Fans of mine are gonna go looking into her life, and her band. A good portion of people will probably like it. So, Jess dating me can be really good for the band. I shoved Dalton off when he first said it, because thinking of it like that makes me feel conceited. But I can’t deny my fame, no matter how much I hate it sometimes.
By the time we get the house about half done, it’s dinner time. Me and Jess eat veggie burgers and watch movies for the rest of the night. Today was really perfect. I woke up next to Jess, and we went out with friends and did completely normal couple stuff. It was perfect. And normal. It makes me smile. After the 3rd movie, we head to bed. We don’t do anything, just cuddle and occasionally kiss, me in just my boxers, she in her underwear and my t-shirt, until we fall asleep. I don’t think I’ve been this happy and peaceful in years.
Notes
This is just a filler, but i though a inside on how Frank was feeling would be a good thing, and you learned a few things that will be very important late one.
I'm just letting you know, there's going to be a lot of time lapse's in this fic. It's necessary, or it could end up being 1000 chapters.
Thanks for reading. Stay lovely!
OH. and please comment! I really wanna know opinions! it'd help me out alot!
Awesome story!
11/7/17