Live-in Nanny Wanted!

I’d been texting Gerard for the past few days, but he’s only responded with pictures of the kids and while that’s amazing… he hasn’t been talking with me. Like he’s mad or something but I don’t know about what since he’s not talking. I’m borderline pissed.

‘Hey, babe is everything okay? It seems like you’re mad at me??’ And I pressed send. It was, like, the twentieth message I’ve sent his ass and if responds with only a picture and no text, I’m gonna lose my shit. We were currently heading to our next venue and the furthest show we were going to play before heading back on the long drive home. A few minutes later and I received a message back. It was a picture of Mikey holding the girls and smiling down big at them. Again, there was no text. I sighed and pressed call. I was on my last 15% and I wanted to save it but I was really starting to get worried. It rang a few times before a tired voice answered.

“Hey, what’s going on with you?” I immediately asked. The hum of the van was a little loud so I had to cover my other ear to hear properly and speak a little louder. Gerard sighed.

“It’s nothing, whatever,” he answered. I actually rolled my eyes.

“No, there’s something wrong and I want to know what. If something is upsetting you, I want to help.” Gerard scoffed.

“Yeah? You want to help? Well, you’re the problem in the first fucking place!” He basically yelled. Immediately, I felt my face get red.

“Watch your language in front of my girls,” I said sternly. Gerard sighed.

“They’re in the other room, Frank. You think I would actually speak that way in front of kids?” He said, his voice still raised.

“Just tell me what’s wrong? That’s all I want to know!” I said. Gerard was silent for a long moment.

“Why don’t you go on social media, you asshole,” he said through what seemed like clenched teeth. I raised my brow.

“What does that even me-” I was cut off when my phone beeped in my ear. I looked at it and saw that it was about to die. “Look, my phone is about to die. I’m a few hours away from our next stop. I’ll charge my phone and call you then so we can straighten out this situation, okay? I don’t like the idea of you being upset, especially with me,” I said.

“Fuck you,” was all he said before hanging up. I looked at my phone with my mouth hanging open. Did he just fucking say that to me? I tossed my phone down on the seat next to me and looked out the window with a scowl on my face. I don’t know what his fucking problem is, but his shitty attitude needs to change right fucking now.


*

By the time we got to the venue I was in a shittier mood than before. I had a few hours to let everything brew in my head, but I did my best to contain it. I got out of the van and helped upload all of our equipment so we’d be prepared when it was time for us to get on the stage and set up.

“Hey, Frank,” Lindsey said, wrapping her arms around my waist from behind. I sighed and leaned back against her.

“Hey…” I said, my voice obviously dejected. “Ready for our last show?” I asked. I felt her nod against me.

“Dude, I’m gonna miss you whenever we go back to our hometowns.” I nodded.

“Yeah. I’m gonna miss you, too. But we’ll keep in contact and, like, text as often as possible! You’ve really become one of my best friends!” I said, turning around to face her and hug her tightly.

“I just realized we didn’t have each other’s numbers,” she giggled. I smiled and took her phone from her front pocket. I smiled bigger at the fact that the action didn’t even faze her. I hadn’t been this comfortable around a woman since Jamia. It was refreshing.

“Mine is charging so I’ll just put my number in here and you can text me some random shit as much as you want,” I said, typing in my number and handing the phone back to her. She looked down at her phone and looked at the number before her eyes lit up and she laughed.

“Big Daddy Frankie?” She asked, referring to what I put myself under. I winked at her.

“You know it, baby. Anyways, you’re up first. Go get ready and I’ll be here when you get back,” I said. She pocketed her phone and nodded before walking on the small stage to help her band set up. I leaned against the wall and watched her for a few minutes before looking up at the ceiling and thinking of Gerard. I didn’t understand why he was so angry and what his statement about social media even meant. Like what did that have to do with anything? I sighed, obviously confusing and frustrated. I just wanted to go home to my family. Touring was no longer fun with I was needed at home. I just hope Gerard doesn’t stay mad at me and maybe even leave. I took a lot of risks with dating him, because of my girls. I don’t.. I don’t want them to get used to Gerard if he was just going to leave. I rolled my eyes at myself. No, it’s actually that I don’t want to fall completely in love with him, just for him to leave. I couldn’t stand the idea of my life without Gerard now. There was a new pain in my chest now, and I knew it wouldn’t go away until I could have Gerard smiling at me again.


*

After Lindsey played her show, it was us next followed by three other bands. I was still charging my phone as I did my best to thrash around the stage as enthusiastically as I did at the last show. I could hear girls screaming my name and the thought of having a few fans was enough to make me smile a little. We played quite a bit of songs and by the end of our set, I was laying on the stage and staring up at the ceiling as I played my guitar. I felt so exhausted, but my growing hair covered my face and I was happy to have that shield.

“Frank! You guys were awesome as always!” Lindsey said, hugging me tightly as she did all the time now. I took solace in her hugs, grateful to have someone to hold onto right now. “Are you okay?” She asked when she pulled away and noticed something off. I nodded.

“Oh yeah, just definitely tired,” I said, putting my guitar up and closing its case. “I can’t wait to get home to my bed.”

“I feel ya, man! My bed has been spamming my phone,” she said seriously, but the statement just made me laugh. It was as if I just heard the greatest joke ever told because I was laughing and my face was red and I couldn’t breath. After finally catching my breath, I smiled up at Lindsey.

“Thanks. I needed that.” She nodded.

“Anytime, Big Daddy Frankie. So, where’s your hometown?” She asked.

“Belleville. You?” I asked. Her eyes lit up. “No way! I’m in Newark!”

“Dude, you should come home with me and we can hang out and you can meet my family and shit!” I said happily. She nodded excitedly.

“Sure! Maybe I can ride back with you?” She asked.

“I’m sure the band wouldn’t mind. I sit in the back all by myself. But you’ll have to deal with me laying down and putting my legs on you,” I warned her, smiling warmly at her. She rolled her eyes.

“I don’t give a shit about that. I’m excited to hang out with you afterwards, Frank,” she said, smiling happily. I hugged her tightly.

“Me too,” I said, genuinely excited to have found a good friend. I just know the girls and Gerard would love her.

Notes

Hey, guys! Sorry for the short chapter but I figured y’all wouldn’t mind a shorter chapter for a faster update. I wanna thank y’all for the 61 subscriber I now have on this story. I think it’s really amazing. I really enjoy writing this one and I am sad to say that it might be coming to an end soon. But fear not! If that certainly is the case, there will be a sequel. If anyone is interested in that! Comment and let me know. That’d be pretty awesome!

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