Frankie's POV

"Fuck!"

I threw my millionth paper ball against the wall in frustration. This was never gonna fucking get anywhere. I've been sitting at this fucking desk for the last three hours and don't have shit to show for it. I laid my head down on the desk when a small hand started rubbing my shoulder.

"Frankie...are you okay sweetie?", Ri asked, "Rosie and Gee are in there cooking so it's just you and me." She shut the office door and sat on the floor Indian style in front of me. "Now shoot. What's up with Mr. Iero?"

I told her about the wedding gig and not being able to come up with any good material. "It's starting to drive me insane. I'm restless because my mind is constantly running, I mean look at me. I look like fucking death." We both started laughing and she asked if I had found any other members for the band. "Well Mikey is gonna play bass, Toro is gonna play lead guitar, and Gee's friend Matt wants to play drums. I still don't have a singer though."

She shifted her eyes from side to side and scooted towards me, "Now I didn't say this, but why don't you ask Gee to be your lead?" I laughed and said Gee didn't sing. At least not to my knowledge he didn't...no, he's not a singer. I would've heard him by now. She raised her eyebrow and stood up. "Alright, Iero. Whatever you say." I shrugged and we both walked into the living room where Gee and Rose had already started eating.

"Oh yeah, thanks for telling us the food was done.", I said sarcastically as I pushed Gee's head into his plate, "That's okay. I'm totally fucking psychic, you know like that fat bitch Ms. Cleo." They all started laughing as I sat down in the middle of the tv. Rose yelled at me to move my ass before she proceeded to toss a remote at my head. "Oh is that how you feel Rosie poo baby? Is it?" Gee knew what was about to happen so him and Ri started moving all the fragile plates and shit to the kitchen. As soon as everything was cleared, her ass was mine.

"Frank, don't you fucking start this shit again.", she said backing away from me. She took a split second to look over at the cackling Gee and Ri that stood in the corner and next thing she knew, I tackled her down to the floor and was holding a fat ass loogie over her face. "Frank! Fucking stop!" Her face went completely red with fear when she realized that if she moved anymore, my nicely formed spit glob would hit the tip of her nose. "Okay I'm sorry! Fuck!"

I pulled the saliva orb back into my mouth and sat back on her hips, "That's all I fucking wanted. Was that too hard?", I said smirking at her before she kneed me in my spine, "Fuck! I hate you." I stood up and bent over to help her up, but when she was half way up I let go of her hand making her fall again. "Ha ha! That's what you get." I went into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee while whistling my victory tune. "Coffee anyone?"

Rose finally got off the floor and fixed herself back up. Gee and Ri were still in the corner snickering and she shot them a cold glare, "Shut the fuck up." We all started laughing because she always got mad over situations she put herself into. Not my fault she threw a remote at me. I gave everyone their glasses as we went back to finish watching our latest tv addiction, True Blood.

It was about eleven at night by the time the girls left, but me and Gee stayed glued to the couch. I was laid across his lap while he played with my hair. "Hey Gee I have a question.", he nodded me to continue and I sat up looking him in the eye, "Can you sing Gee?" His eyes went wide and he turned his head back to the tv, he was acting like he was hiding something. I turned off the tv and scooted closer to him. "Well?"

He jumped up and headed to the bedroom, "No, where'd you get that from?" I followed right behind him saying a little birdy might've let the worm slip earlier when they suggested he sing for me. "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about Frankie." At this point, he was going through our stuff as if he was trying to keep himself occupied. He always did that when he didn't want to talk about something, I smirked as he continued his fidgeting. I got him.

"You're lying Gee! You do sing, don't you!?", I said grabbing his hands out of the bathroom drawer. He eventually gave in and nodded. "Why didn't you tell me? I'm sure you've got the voice of a fucking angel." He told me that he never thought of himself as a singer, I was just something he did with himself while he was cleaning or in the shower. Then one day he was working on an assignment and Ri was over to be his model, over time he got caught up in his work and started singing, forgetting Ri was even there then she called him out on it and he told her not to tell anyone because he was self conscious about it. "I'm surprised you didn't make her promise.", I said chuckling, "So when do I get to hear you?" He looked at me wide eyed again and jumped into bed. "Fucking Gee!"

"I'm sleeping, goodnight Frankie!", he muffled from under the blanket.

That's okay baby. I'm gonna catch you one day.