Of Coffee and Eyeliner
Title: Of Coffee and Eyeliner
Author: storm_silver
Warnings: Nothing too bad, just cursing as per usual. Oh, And Gerard's a girl.
Rating: PG-13 at the worst
Disclaimer: I don't own anything! If I did, why would I be sitting here writing lies?
Summary: It's right around ass o'clock when Frank gets jumped on. Granted, Frank's a midget and terrified of spiders and loves puppies, but no one wakes him up before he's gotten his own ass out of bed and smoked.
It's right around ass o'clock when Frank gets jumped on. Granted, Frank's a midget and terrified of spiders and loves puppies, but no one wakes him up before he's gotten his own ass out of bed and smoked. Throwing whoever entrenched on said rules off, he realizes a little too late that it was Mikey and he probably lost Rock, Paper, Scissors against the others to wake Frank up. Groaning to himself, Frank pulls himself up and drags himself to the front of the bus where Mikey's retreated. Mumbling a half-assed apology to Mikey, Frank snatches up the cigarettes and lights his right there even though Brian completely hates it when someone smokes on the bus. After he's more aware if his surroundings. Ray and Bob are lazily watching the TV and Gee's drinking her coffee at the sink like she's afraid it'll spill even though the bus, as Frank half-consciously noticed as he woke up, is stopped at the venue. Wherever that is.
"Morning." Gee chirps, putting her mug into the sink and sitting down at the little table thing in the kitchenette.
"Mmph." Frank groans in reply, knowing that no way in hell did Gee actually convince the others to wake Frank up until an hour before the concert. Pulling his phone from his pocket, Frank sees that the time is 9:59.
"Why the hell am I awake before noon?" Frank gripes, hoping that his phone's a liar and hasn't changed time zones yet. Mikey slumps down farther into his little corner on the floor at Bob's feet.
"Because," Gee sings, getting up and smacking Mikey awake. "We're going to Target." she finishes, beaming as she pronounces Target Tar-shay. Gee throws open a curtain, making Frank hiss like the vampire everyone and their brother thinks that the band members of My Chem are, and showing off a large Target shopping center.
"Why?" Frank whines to himself.
"Cause I said so. Get up, Iero, we're going shopping for coffee and makeup." Gee demands as Frank sinks lower into his seat. He's already fully dressed, having slept in his clothes like always, and he showered at a truck stop last night so he'd be cleaner than Ray, Bob, or Mikey because he's a master when it comes to finding a way to get clean. Gee was already fully dressed in a pair of jeans and a Misfits shirt, her hair as smooth as she was going to get it. Frank checked to make sure he had shoes on, and yes, he does, the same shitty converse he usually slept in. Pulling himself away from the comfort of the bus, Frank follows Gee outside of the bus where she's already handing him a pair of shades. The bus is parked all the way at the back of the parking lot and thankfully no one is throwing it another glance.
"C'mon!" Gee sighs as she begins the trek up to Target. Groaning to himself again, Frank pushes the sunglasses up his nose and hurries after her, grumbling a little about how Genevieve always has to have her makeup. Pushing his way into the store, Frank is handed on of those plastic shopping baskets that are always in abundance and follows Gee through isles of makeup, getting various kinds of eyeliner, white face stuff, and red eye shit at him until the basket is near full and there's no way that he could fit so much as another brush in there without it overflowing. Gee turns around holding said brush and blushes when she sees that Frank's about to drop the damn basket with he's holding with both hands and looking pitifully like some makeup loving bitch's boyfriend. Which he is, but that's not the point.
"Oops." Gee giggles before taking the basket from Frank and grabbing a shopping cart. "Sorry Frankie." she apologizes before putting the brush into the cart carefully and leading Frank to the coffee isles where she loads it down with lots of coffee mixes and sugar and creamer and all that other shit that Frank never uses.
"Is this all for you today?" the perky cashier asks when Gee finally helps Frank drag the cart to a checkout lane. Gee nods before pulling out the little cash card thing that Brian gives them before every tour and tapping it idly on the belt. Approximately 60 dollars and a cart full of plastic shopping bags later, Frank pushes the cart back to the bus and helps Gee put all of the bags on the bus. The cashier only put like three things in each bag, for Christ's sake! Frank throws himself down on the couch, which is now empty as the others have returned to their bunks, and curls up to sleep as the bus rumbles to life and pulls away from the Target. He's almost asleep when Gee settles down next to him and pulls a cover over the pair of them.
"Sorry I woke you up Frankie." Gee murmurs against his chest. Frank only hums and wraps his arms around her tiny waist; too far gone to tell her it's okay, and they fall asleep together to the sound of bus tires rolling on the highway.
Frank decides that he wouldn't have it any other way.