I'd Rather Not Miss Out On Us

*Jess’s POV*
I get coffee with Dalton and head back to Bs. It’s easy to find out who my best friends are on my twitter, and so they’ve gotten a few tweets and questions about it. I’ve been texting my band and manager all morning, they’re okay with everything. I told them about me and Frank when Frank decided he was making the move. They think it’s great, and they’re impatiently waiting to meet him. I’m surrounded with such good people.
Our manager is beyond excited. This is making so much hype for the band in just 12 hours. I feel like I’m using Frank for fame. I’ve gotten a few of those accusations, but I know it’s not true. I just hope he does too.
“So, this isn’t gonna hurt your relationship, right?” B says, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“No, it shouldn’t I just left him to think. He’s more freaked out about. He just feels bad.”
“Yeah, I can’t believe I even got questions, it’s crazy.” B replies.
“I’m sorry, guys. It’ll blow over. It always does.”
Dalton walks up to me, B follows him, and they both pull me up into a group hug, “It’s okay, Jess. I’m just glad you found a good one.” They’re squeezing me really tight.
“Guys, need… to… breathe…”
They both laugh while letting me go.
I turned off my phone after calling Dalton to get me, I don’t need to look at that stuff, but I need to have it on. There’s important people that could call me. And one very important person has left 6 voicemails and 22 text messages. Shit.
My mother.
She has twitter.
Shit.
I told her I met a guy, but it wasn’t anything serious. I told her that it could become something serious. I told her his name is Frank. And that he’s moving from New Jersey to LA. For business and his job. I made sure to stress it was just a very happy coincidence that we’re both moving. Which is the truth.
She probably knows his age now. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
I don’t even bother to read the text or listen to the voicemails. I just call her.
Ring. Ring. Rin-
“Jessica Ann Wells!”
“Hi, mom.”
“33?”
“Yes.”
“THIRTY FUCKING THREE”
“Mom, it’s legal. There’s nothing wrong going on here.”
“I’m not saying there is. I’m not calling him any nasty name. But I am calling him stupid. Do you know he’s divorced? Jess.. I’m sorry, he has three kids, Jess.”
What is she saying? Does she think I don’t know. Does she not recognize his name from all the merch and music I have. God, mom.
“Mom, I know this. This is Frank Iero. The Frank Iero. The one that I idolized. You know, from My Chemical Romance? Drove 4 hours to see him live.”
“Oh, my God.” Mom gasp. The line was silent for at least 5 minutes. I was too scared to speak. Mom’s the first one to speak.
“I don’t like this. I’m not allowing you to do this.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Jess, do not cuss at me.”
“Mom, I’m 20 years old. I don’t live under your roof. I’ve taken care of myself since the day I graduated high school. I bought my own car. I’m my own person. I have a career. I have a boyfriend. A great one. That treats me like an angel.”
“I’m not giving you my blessing. 13 years is a lot.”
“I don’t need your blessing.”
“I’m your mother. Yes you do.”
“No, I don’t want it. I don’t need it. I don’t care about it. You just said it yourself, you’re my mother. You haven’t been a mom since dad left.”
With that I hung up. I have to get to Frank. I finally look up from the ground and see Dalton and B staring at me with confused, sad eyes.
“Guys, I have get back to Frank’s.”
“Is everything okay? By the sound of it, Momma doesn’t approve, huh?” Dalton asks.
“No, she doesn’t. Can you take me home?”
“Jess, you are home. You mean back to Franks?” B smirks.
“Yours’s and Frank’s are both home now, okay?”
B just smiles and gets up, grabbing keys off the counter.
“You coming?” I smile and we all go to the car.

I practically run into Frank’s house. The tears have finally came. I don’t know why I’m crying but they started as soon as I left B’s car. I hear Frank in the kitchen. I wipe my eyes and walk in. Frank yells out “Jess, is that you?”
“Hey, Frankie.” I say, hiding my crying voice quite well. I don’t want to worry him.
“Hey, babe. I tried to call, it went straight to voice mail.”
“Yeah, sorry, I had my phone off. I got tired of the spam.”
He still hasn’t turned around. I’m so glad.
“Ah, I understand. Well, I’m making stir-fry for two, I was hoping you wouldn’t be much longer.”
I hear the smile on his voice and it makes me smile.
“I feel a lot better. You’re right. This’ll blow-“ he turns around. “Jess? What’s wrong? Please don’t let all this shit get to you.”
“I’m fine. It’s not he fans or the people. It’s something else. Finish cooking. I’m starving, please. I’ll tell you as we eat.”
“Okay.” He leans in and kisses my forehead before going back to the stove. I watch him cook and tell him about how the band wants to meet him and about my day.
He comes and sits down in the bar stool next to me, handing my food and a glass of coke.
I smile, “thanks, babe.” I lean and kiss him, more urgently then I planned. I guess I just need him close. I release, mumbling a sorry. Frank just smirks, “never be sorry for kissing me like that.” He winks and digs into his food. I blush. He always makes me feel better even when he’s not trying to.
I sigh, ready to tell him. He looks at me and I begin. I tell him about the phone call. Every word. When I get done, his eyes are sad.
He leans in and kisses me. “Jess, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” I barely mumble.
“I don’t want you to not have a relationship with your mother because of me.”
His words scare me, they’re break up words. Oh, no. Oh, no. I look at him, eyes wide with fear. Concern suddenly comes across his face, and like he can read my mind he starts talking fast.
“No, no, no. Jess, I’m not leaving you. Don’t think that. I meant that we need to fix this. I can talk to her. Or”
“No, babe. I rather leave it alone. I know my mom, she’ll get over it. She might never be a fan of you, or at least for a little while. I kind guilt tripped her, so she’ll get over it. I promise.”
“Then why were you crying?”
“Because I feel bad that I guilt tripped her. And I guess some of the cruel words are getting to me a little. But I’ll get over it okay. It’s just stressful.”
“I know, babe.”
We finish our food in comfortable silence before laying down on the couch to watch a movie.
Everything will be okay. Things already are okay. There’s nothing else that could happen, right?

Notes

two chapters, one day! what?
I just have nothing better to do with my time.
The next chapter might even be up tonight, but maybe not.
Finally, shit's getting intense. I'm excited for the next few chapters. I have them all planned out! it's gonna be great!
Thanks for reading! stay lovely!