I'd Rather Not Miss Out On Us
Chapter 4
*Jess’s POV*
The show went amazing. The crowd seemed to love the new songs, and them singing along to the old ones made my entire night. We did Famous Last Words better than we ever have, I ended up on the ground singing and crawling for fucks sake. Extraordinary Girl went great to. It was a night to remember. We have a signing, which I’m so pumped for. I’m gonna gets lots of hugs and I love hugs.After the signing, the bunch of our personal friends who came (a lot showed up) and we get the venue to party a little bit after until we go back to B’s apartment for an after-after party.
The signing was amazing. So many faces that I love, people crying. It amazes me that some people who either just met me for a few minutes or haven’t met me yet loves me so much. I don’t know what I did to deserve it. We’re cleaning up, and someone plugs in there phone and starts blaring Sleeping With Sirens. We start dancing and talking, and then I realize I didn’t thank the light guy. The lights were awesome, and he had to be acknowledged for it.
I make my way up the short staircase and knock on the door of the booth, I hear laughing stop, and I blush from feeling like I interrupted something. The door opens, and the guy immediately starts telling me how the show was awesome. I thank him and starting telling him how great of a job he did, when I realize someone is sitting down behind him. I look over his shoulder and my heart stops. My eyes widen. I can’t breathe.
Holy. Fuck.
That’s Frank Iero.
FRANK. FUCKING. IERO. THE IERO. THE FRANKIE.
He’s staring at me, with a soft smile on his lips. You know his closed mouth one were half his mouth goes to one side of his face. Yeah. That one. Weak in the knees. The tech guys moves to the side with a smirk on his face.
I jump back to reality.
“Oh, my. Hi.”
“Hey, you were great.. It was an awesome sh-“ He paused and looked at me. “I’m sorry, you just look so familiar.”
“Really?” He kind of remembers me. “We met in June. I went to a Cellabration show. It was awesome. Thanks for liking the show. Wow.” I’m blabbering and I don’t even care. Frank Iero remembers me and liked the show.
“OH. Okay! That explains it. That means a lot. What’s your name again?”
“Jess. Wells. Jess Wells.”
“Hi, I’m Frank. It’s nice to meet you…. Again.” He laughed. His laugh is so cute. And that’s when my little emo kid crush comes rushing back. Frank was always my favorite MCR man. He was the cutest to me. He was perfect. He is perfect. Oh, man. My heart is melting. He reaches out his hand. Oh, shit. I’m gonna touch him. I reach my hand out and shake it. He lets go first. My heart flutters at the brief contact. I’m freaking out. I hope he can’t tell. He’s talking to the other guy. Jess, get your shit together. You’re 20. Not a 14 year old fan girl. You’re in his business. Act like it.
I get involved in the conversation. Frank looks at me, “when does the EP come out?”
“Two weeks from today,” I reply.
“Sweet.” His Hazel eyes are hypnotizing. I lose focus again. Dear, god. I need help. What was that.. I’m hallucinating. Did his eyes just look me up and down? Even if they did. Not for that reason. God, Jess.
But it happens again. This time slower. I watch his hazel orbs glide down my body. He’s undressing me with his eyes, and I like it. It doesn’t feel pervy. He’s not smirking or making me feel uncomfortable. Jess. HES MARRIED. WITH 3 KIDS.
Wait. No, he’s not. It got out the other day that his divorce was just made final.
I need to escape my head, but his eyes won’t let me.
*Franks POV*
I keep trying to make small talk with my friend and Jess, but I can only think about how little clothing she has on, and how quickly I could have her naked and on the floor. Stop, Frank.
I keep looking at her, but she doesn’t look creeped out. She looks starstruck and flattered, which is flattering to me.
My friend ask her what time her and her friends are leaving the venue.
“Around 12, we’re going back to my friend’s apartment for a party. You guys wanna come?”
“I wouldn’t want to intrude.” My mouth opens, but I didn’t meant to say that.
“Are you fucking kidding me?! You wouldn’t be!” She beams.
“Uh-“ She cuts me off.
“But I understand.”
Before I can say anything, my friend ask me what hotel I’m staying at. I tell him the Hollywood Hotel and I see Jess’s face light up as she sort of shouts “NO WAY! ME TOO!”
A tingly feeling goes through my body at her words.
She speaks again and the words that leave her mouth go straight to my dick, and I have to keep it from showing. “Do you wanna meet up later so we can talk more around like 1 later tonight at the bar downstairs? It’s just you’re like my idol, and I’d really love to get to talk to you more.”
I smile, probably a little too big and say “ Yeah, that sounds like a plan!” I spoke to excitedly I can tell. But I was excited. And I didn’t know why. I knew what I wanted, but I also know I won’t get it. And that’s a good thing. You don’t need it, Frank.
The show went amazing. The crowd seemed to love the new songs, and them singing along to the old ones made my entire night. We did Famous Last Words better than we ever have, I ended up on the ground singing and crawling for fucks sake. Extraordinary Girl went great to. It was a night to remember. We have a signing, which I’m so pumped for. I’m gonna gets lots of hugs and I love hugs.After the signing, the bunch of our personal friends who came (a lot showed up) and we get the venue to party a little bit after until we go back to B’s apartment for an after-after party.
The signing was amazing. So many faces that I love, people crying. It amazes me that some people who either just met me for a few minutes or haven’t met me yet loves me so much. I don’t know what I did to deserve it. We’re cleaning up, and someone plugs in there phone and starts blaring Sleeping With Sirens. We start dancing and talking, and then I realize I didn’t thank the light guy. The lights were awesome, and he had to be acknowledged for it.
I make my way up the short staircase and knock on the door of the booth, I hear laughing stop, and I blush from feeling like I interrupted something. The door opens, and the guy immediately starts telling me how the show was awesome. I thank him and starting telling him how great of a job he did, when I realize someone is sitting down behind him. I look over his shoulder and my heart stops. My eyes widen. I can’t breathe.
Holy. Fuck.
That’s Frank Iero.
FRANK. FUCKING. IERO. THE IERO. THE FRANKIE.
He’s staring at me, with a soft smile on his lips. You know his closed mouth one were half his mouth goes to one side of his face. Yeah. That one. Weak in the knees. The tech guys moves to the side with a smirk on his face.
I jump back to reality.
“Oh, my. Hi.”
“Hey, you were great.. It was an awesome sh-“ He paused and looked at me. “I’m sorry, you just look so familiar.”
“Really?” He kind of remembers me. “We met in June. I went to a Cellabration show. It was awesome. Thanks for liking the show. Wow.” I’m blabbering and I don’t even care. Frank Iero remembers me and liked the show.
“OH. Okay! That explains it. That means a lot. What’s your name again?”
“Jess. Wells. Jess Wells.”
“Hi, I’m Frank. It’s nice to meet you…. Again.” He laughed. His laugh is so cute. And that’s when my little emo kid crush comes rushing back. Frank was always my favorite MCR man. He was the cutest to me. He was perfect. He is perfect. Oh, man. My heart is melting. He reaches out his hand. Oh, shit. I’m gonna touch him. I reach my hand out and shake it. He lets go first. My heart flutters at the brief contact. I’m freaking out. I hope he can’t tell. He’s talking to the other guy. Jess, get your shit together. You’re 20. Not a 14 year old fan girl. You’re in his business. Act like it.
I get involved in the conversation. Frank looks at me, “when does the EP come out?”
“Two weeks from today,” I reply.
“Sweet.” His Hazel eyes are hypnotizing. I lose focus again. Dear, god. I need help. What was that.. I’m hallucinating. Did his eyes just look me up and down? Even if they did. Not for that reason. God, Jess.
But it happens again. This time slower. I watch his hazel orbs glide down my body. He’s undressing me with his eyes, and I like it. It doesn’t feel pervy. He’s not smirking or making me feel uncomfortable. Jess. HES MARRIED. WITH 3 KIDS.
Wait. No, he’s not. It got out the other day that his divorce was just made final.
I need to escape my head, but his eyes won’t let me.
*Franks POV*
I keep trying to make small talk with my friend and Jess, but I can only think about how little clothing she has on, and how quickly I could have her naked and on the floor. Stop, Frank.
I keep looking at her, but she doesn’t look creeped out. She looks starstruck and flattered, which is flattering to me.
My friend ask her what time her and her friends are leaving the venue.
“Around 12, we’re going back to my friend’s apartment for a party. You guys wanna come?”
“I wouldn’t want to intrude.” My mouth opens, but I didn’t meant to say that.
“Are you fucking kidding me?! You wouldn’t be!” She beams.
“Uh-“ She cuts me off.
“But I understand.”
Before I can say anything, my friend ask me what hotel I’m staying at. I tell him the Hollywood Hotel and I see Jess’s face light up as she sort of shouts “NO WAY! ME TOO!”
A tingly feeling goes through my body at her words.
She speaks again and the words that leave her mouth go straight to my dick, and I have to keep it from showing. “Do you wanna meet up later so we can talk more around like 1 later tonight at the bar downstairs? It’s just you’re like my idol, and I’d really love to get to talk to you more.”
I smile, probably a little too big and say “ Yeah, that sounds like a plan!” I spoke to excitedly I can tell. But I was excited. And I didn’t know why. I knew what I wanted, but I also know I won’t get it. And that’s a good thing. You don’t need it, Frank.
Notes
ooooh, shit. they met! yay!
and the change that's not like his current self was revealed: divorce.
I hope that really doesn't happen to him though!
thanks for reading, lovelies.
Awesome story!
11/7/17