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Title: Outside Heaven's Door [P+13/???]
Author: weallfadeaway
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, Mikey/Gerard, Frank/Mikey, Mikey/Bob, Mentions Bob/OMC, Bob/OFC
Rating: This CH is R.
Warning: Language. Adult Themes.
Disclaimer: I do not know any one in this story.
Summary: "I didn't know whether to smile, or laugh, or collapse onto the floor in tears, or just run over there and squeeze the fuck out of him to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Cuz, there was no way that he could be awake already, and smiling that weak in the knees smile at me, and still laughing the cute way he does and... glowing like the fucking angel he is, when... that happened to him..."
Author's Note: I<3Frankie!
PROLOGUE + CHAPTER 1 + CHAPTER 2 + CHAPTER 3 + CHAPTER 4 + CHAPTER 5.1 + CHAPTER 5.2 + CHAPTER 6 + CHAPTER 7 + CHAPTER 8 + CHAPTER 9 + CHAPTER 10 + CHAPTER 11 + CHAPTER 12
[Gerard's POV]
I shrunk down onto the seat, next to Bob, accepting, his outstretched cup of black coffee, thankfully. I took my drink and handed it back, slumping forward, head resting on my clenched fists. Bob's hand came to lay on my back, and I knew the inevitable questioning was about to begin.
"Hey. Everything's going to be okay, man." he said. Huh. No questions. Well, what d'ya know. Bob's full of surprises.
"I know. It's just... he woke up, and looked at me... and I didn't know what to do." I replied, looking back at him.
"Well, that's normal, Gerard."
"No, I mean, like my body didn't know how to react. I didn't know whether to smile, or laugh, or collapse onto the floor in tears, or just run over there and squeeze the fuck out of him to make sure I wasn't dreaming." I said, with a little laugh, "Cuz, there was no way that he could be awake already, and smiling that weak in the knees smile at me, and still laughing the cute way he does and... glowing like the fucking angel he is, when... that happened to him... Fuck! What the fuck? Why would Mikey fucking do this?"
A tear slid down my cheek, and he wiped it from my face. "Hey, your brother's a dick. He's fucked us all over in the past couple of days, okay? Trust me, Gerard, we are going to get him back. But now is not the time. Right now, I know you're frustrated and you're angry, but you gotta put all that aside and be the sweet, loving boyfriend, okay? We all just have to be strong for Frankie."
"Well, that's the funny thing. Cuz Frankie is being strong enough for himself." I said, with a frustrated sigh, "He was... normal. You know? Joking around, and acting like everyday Frank. And... I don't know! Shouldn't he be acting... different? It's not that I'm not happy he's not..."
"A damaged, psycho rape victim?" he asked, "And dude, there were way too many 'nots' in that."
"Well, yeah." I replied, "And shut up!"
"Hey, he's just now woke up. It might take a little while for what happened to even sink in. Or it might not affect him as badly as we think it will. We'll just have to see what happens, alright?"
"Okay, thanks Bob." I said, "Hey, did you call Ray? We were supposed to have practice with Frankie yesterday... and none of us showed. Fuck! We don't have a bassist anymore. What are we going to tell Ray about Mikey?"
"Dude, I called Ray yesterday on the way to the hospital. I didn't tell him anything. He showed up last night when everyone was sleeping, and he said he'd be back today. I was going to call him once the whole 'I'm out of my butt rape coma' craziness wore off."
"You heard that, huh?" I smiled.
"Oh yeah... I was hunting for night nurses just getting off their shift. Happened by when you guys were arguing."
"Shit." I hung my head.
"So, how'd Frankie's mom know?" he asked.
I blushed, ducking my head down, and started, "Well..."
[Frankie's POV]
Mom kissed my forehead and sat down on the chair next to the bed. Great, here it comes. Brace yourself, Frankie.
"So..." I started out, "How much did they..."
"Tell me? They told me all of it, Frank." she said, eyes downcast, "You skipped school with Michael. He drove you out to a place you had never been before, which was easy, considering you hadn't been alot of places in this town before. You were the new kid after all. And he drugged and raped you."
I hung my head, as tears began to well up in my eyes, "God, Mom, I'm so sorry. If I would have known, I would have just gone to..."
"No! Stop!" she said, throwing up her hand. "I don't want to hear your excuses."
"But, Mother..."
"No, I just want to know... if you're alright, Frank."
The tears fell then, and turned to sobs, that shook my body. "How the hell could I be alright? How the hell could anyone be alright after that?"
"I am proud of you, though. You fought back. You got away. You were strong. Not many people are, and not many people get the chance you get." she said.
"What do you mean?"
"You have a chance to turn him in now. You know who did it. Why not just turn him in, Francis?"
"I... can't, mom. No cops. No... court case! Besides, it's Gerard's little brother, I couldn't." I sighed, "I just want to forget this ever happened. Just go home, take about fifty showers, and forget."
"You're not going to be able to forget, Francis, and just because he is your boyfriend's brother that should not mean that he is above the law."
"I'm not saying he is, mom. I'm just saying that I don't want this situation to hurt Gerard or any of us more than it already has. And... how did you know he was my boyfriend?"
"A mother always knows." she smiled. "No, a few days ago, when you came home so upset, and he came by to apologize, I came up to check on you..."
"You mean spy on us." I corrected.
"And I overheard you guys talking... and there were some other noises. Something along the lines of touching... eachother... and 'She's my mother, Gerard, I bet she's known since I was, like, four'. Which I have, by the way."
"No shit, really?"
"When you were around 7, you used to be best friends with this kid, Jade, from down the street. And one day, you came to me and said, 'Mommy, how come you never see two boys kissing and stuff on TV?' and I said I didn't know. You told me you and Jade had kissed to see why boys didn't do it. Now your stomach felt funny, and you thought you were getting sick, but it was weird, because it felt good." she smiled, "That's sorta when I knew."
Oh god. Jade? I remember Jade. I stayed friends with him for a long time. Up until he moved to Eureka right before high school. God, I can't believe he was my first kiss, and I don't even remember it.
"And you're fine with it? I mean, the me and Gerard thing?" I asked.
"Well, considering that in the past eighteen hours he has only left your side to use the bathroom and get coffee, I think he passes. He seems to love you." she said.
"He does. And I love him." I smiled.
[Mikey's POV]
400 miles to Chicago. We were making record time. Now if only I could find a way to keep her from yapping on about... whatever the hell she was talking about, then the ride would be fine. I could think of a couple better uses for her mouth right now, but it's a little too soon. She'd freak, and I don't want to be left on the side of the road. Again.
Gas and Food, next exit. Perfect.
"Hey, I'm getting pretty hungry. You wanna stop for rations?"
"Oh my god! I was just thinking that? Are you reading my mind, Mikey?"
"You caught me." I smiled, and turned back toward the window, rolling my eyes.
Once we reached the gas station, I told her to buy me a Monster and some Cheetos, which she would, and went around to find the payphone. Once I located it on the side of the building, I put in the loose change I found in Alicia's ashtray, and prayed to god I had remembered the number correctly.
[Frankie's POV]
Later, when my mother was signing me out, I got a visit from Bob, Ray, and Gerard. Gerard came over and sat at my side, Bob in the chair, and Ray leaned against the desk across from me. I was so happy to be leaving, and on my way home to spend the night in a real bed. And now that my mom knew about me and Gerard, he could stay over whenever he wanted.
I just wasn't sure... what was going to happen once we got there. How different was Gerard going to treat me? How different would I be?
"So, you ready to go, motherfucker?" Bob asked.
"God, yes. It's too clean in here. It's making my head hurt. I think I'm allergic to it." I smiled. "So, where are my clothes? I gotta get out of these fucking things." I added, pulling on my hospital gown.
"Your clothes... well, your mom went to go see if they had any pants in Lost and Found that would fit you, cuz..." Gerard started.
"Cuz why?" I asked.
"Cuz she didn't think about bringing any new ones and neither did any of us, and the ones you were wearing were pretty bloody. The doctors and your mom agreed that it would probably not be a good idea for you to see them again. It could trigger traumatic... memories... too soon."
Blood. Those eyes... god, that smile. That fucking, menacing smile as he... over and over, harder and harder, my skin screaming with every thrust. And then I pushed him away... and the sound of tearing flesh was the only thing heard, aside from my cries of pain and his panting.
I winced and closed my eyes, and Gerard put a hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off, and shook my head, "Eh, it's fine. They were Mikey's pants anyway."
"I shouldn't have said anything." he said, standing from the bed.
"Hey, no, Gerard... It's okay." I said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him back down. "I appreciate it, okay? If anything, I know you're never going to lie to me or bullshit me. That's one of the reasons I love you."
"I know... I just, don't wanna make anything worse for you." he admitted.
"I know you don't." I said, "I know, okay. It's just... everything's going to take time. I'm really sorry about all of this, Gerard."
"Hey! No! Nuh uh!" Bob shouted, getting up out of his chair, and grabbing me by the shoulders. "You stop that right now. You have nothing... and I mean, nothing to apologize for, Frankie. We may not have known you that long, but we all love you, okay? And you never have to apologize to us for caring about you. That's just stupid, you idiot!"
I looked over to Ray, and he was nodding his head in agreement, "He's right, Frankie. I know I've been pretty absent, dealing with Laura and teaching guitar and stupid bullshit that seems really... well, stupid now, considering what you guys have been dealing with. I mean, I think I've talked to you maybe twice, but, the point is... you're awesome, kid. Gerard wouldn't love you as much if you weren't, and I pretty much trust his judgement."
"Yeah. We all care so much about you, so don't think that you're being a pest... or whatever stupid crap you were thinking. Because you aren't a burden on us and you never will be, Cutie."
I exploded into faux-tears, and grabbed Gerard and Bob into a huge hug, "Oh, I just love you guys!" They both wrapped their arms around me, laughing. I peeked out from the group hug, and yelled, "Come on, Toro, get in on this shit!"
Ray smiled, ran and dove on all three of us, stage dive style, making sure to land mostly on Bob.
"Ouch, fucker!" Bob exclaimed.
"Hey, no rough housing, boys!" my mom said, coming back into the room with a handful of clothing, "We don't want him to pull any stitches."
All four of us looked over, with matching child-like pouts, and whined, "But mom!", before erupting into a fit of giggles.
"So, time to go?" I asked, impatiently, and she nodded in agreement. "Yay! Clothes! Gimme gimme gimme." I squealed, with outstretched, awaiting arms.
"Here. They were the only thing that would fit you, and were the best I could do, so don't begin to gripe at me because you don't like them." she said, "You only have to wear them home, Francis."
"They're hot pink, girls sweat pants." I stated, with a disgusted look on my face.
"Well, it was this or leopard print spandex. And I didn't think you wanted to look like Vince Neil."
"Whoa. Go Mom for the Crue reference!" Ray exclaimed.
"Yeah, Mom's the best." I smiled.
She left them on the desk, and told Bob and Ray she'd buy them both coffee before we all left, giving me a minute to change. And a minute alone with Gerard. He handed me the clothes, and placed a kiss to the top of my head, sitting down onto the chair, next to me, with a heavy sigh.
"Gerard?"
"Yeah Cutie?"
""Everything's going to be okay again, right? With us, I mean?"
"Frankie, I love you." he replied, in a "Duh!" tone.
"That's not what I asked. I asked if you... if we were going to be okay after all this. I mean, it was your brother, Gee. Ever since I came to town I've been shoving a wedge in between you two, and now this happens... and you don't know if you're ever..." I trailed, "Look, Gee. All I'm asking... is am I really worth this? I mean, you used to love Mikey. You could leave me, and go back to him, and life could be better than this."
His head drooped, and... was he laughing? Okay, not the reaction I was hoping for.
"Bob's right. You're an idiot." he said, "Frankie, you dope, I would give up the cookie cutter, Martha Stewart, perfect life with Mikey... for a stinky cardboard box for two with you."
"Really?" I asked.
"Really." he smiled, coming over to lightly kiss me, "Although, if I'm sticking with you, you better find us somewhere nicer than a box. Cardboard makes me itchy."
When we got home, Gerard insisted on carrying me up the stairs, so I didn't further injure myself. I think he just wanted to get up there and away from my mother faster, which I wasn't disagreeing with. She wasn't the easiest woman in the world to deal with, but as long as she accepted me and Gerard, I was not caring.
He kicked open my door, and placed me down onto the bed, gently.
"So, you wanna take a shower now... or movies?"
"Mmm... shower sounds good, but only if you join me." I replied.
"Ooh, deal." he smiled, "I'll go get that started, and you stay here."
He scurried off and I heard the water start to run. I stood and began peeling off my shirt when I noticed the light to my answering machine blinking. Hmmm... wonder who that is.
I pushed the button, and as soon as I heard the voice on the machine, I instantly wished I hadn't... Mikey.
"Hello, lover... Bet you weren't expecting to hear from me."
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Yay! Done for now. That chapter was hard...
I hope the next one's easier.
More soon! Sooner than that one... I hope.
But no promises.
God, and I hope I finish writing one of these before 4:00am one night... LoL.
Comment or else I'll shave Ray's fro! I'll do it, man! I'M A CRAZY MEXICAN!
Author: weallfadeaway
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, Mikey/Gerard, Frank/Mikey, Mikey/Bob, Mentions Bob/OMC, Bob/OFC
Rating: This CH is R.
Warning: Language. Adult Themes.
Disclaimer: I do not know any one in this story.
Summary: "I didn't know whether to smile, or laugh, or collapse onto the floor in tears, or just run over there and squeeze the fuck out of him to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Cuz, there was no way that he could be awake already, and smiling that weak in the knees smile at me, and still laughing the cute way he does and... glowing like the fucking angel he is, when... that happened to him..."
Author's Note: I<3Frankie!
PROLOGUE + CHAPTER 1 + CHAPTER 2 + CHAPTER 3 + CHAPTER 4 + CHAPTER 5.1 + CHAPTER 5.2 + CHAPTER 6 + CHAPTER 7 + CHAPTER 8 + CHAPTER 9 + CHAPTER 10 + CHAPTER 11 + CHAPTER 12
[Gerard's POV]
I shrunk down onto the seat, next to Bob, accepting, his outstretched cup of black coffee, thankfully. I took my drink and handed it back, slumping forward, head resting on my clenched fists. Bob's hand came to lay on my back, and I knew the inevitable questioning was about to begin.
"Hey. Everything's going to be okay, man." he said. Huh. No questions. Well, what d'ya know. Bob's full of surprises.
"I know. It's just... he woke up, and looked at me... and I didn't know what to do." I replied, looking back at him.
"Well, that's normal, Gerard."
"No, I mean, like my body didn't know how to react. I didn't know whether to smile, or laugh, or collapse onto the floor in tears, or just run over there and squeeze the fuck out of him to make sure I wasn't dreaming." I said, with a little laugh, "Cuz, there was no way that he could be awake already, and smiling that weak in the knees smile at me, and still laughing the cute way he does and... glowing like the fucking angel he is, when... that happened to him... Fuck! What the fuck? Why would Mikey fucking do this?"
A tear slid down my cheek, and he wiped it from my face. "Hey, your brother's a dick. He's fucked us all over in the past couple of days, okay? Trust me, Gerard, we are going to get him back. But now is not the time. Right now, I know you're frustrated and you're angry, but you gotta put all that aside and be the sweet, loving boyfriend, okay? We all just have to be strong for Frankie."
"Well, that's the funny thing. Cuz Frankie is being strong enough for himself." I said, with a frustrated sigh, "He was... normal. You know? Joking around, and acting like everyday Frank. And... I don't know! Shouldn't he be acting... different? It's not that I'm not happy he's not..."
"A damaged, psycho rape victim?" he asked, "And dude, there were way too many 'nots' in that."
"Well, yeah." I replied, "And shut up!"
"Hey, he's just now woke up. It might take a little while for what happened to even sink in. Or it might not affect him as badly as we think it will. We'll just have to see what happens, alright?"
"Okay, thanks Bob." I said, "Hey, did you call Ray? We were supposed to have practice with Frankie yesterday... and none of us showed. Fuck! We don't have a bassist anymore. What are we going to tell Ray about Mikey?"
"Dude, I called Ray yesterday on the way to the hospital. I didn't tell him anything. He showed up last night when everyone was sleeping, and he said he'd be back today. I was going to call him once the whole 'I'm out of my butt rape coma' craziness wore off."
"You heard that, huh?" I smiled.
"Oh yeah... I was hunting for night nurses just getting off their shift. Happened by when you guys were arguing."
"Shit." I hung my head.
"So, how'd Frankie's mom know?" he asked.
I blushed, ducking my head down, and started, "Well..."
[Frankie's POV]
Mom kissed my forehead and sat down on the chair next to the bed. Great, here it comes. Brace yourself, Frankie.
"So..." I started out, "How much did they..."
"Tell me? They told me all of it, Frank." she said, eyes downcast, "You skipped school with Michael. He drove you out to a place you had never been before, which was easy, considering you hadn't been alot of places in this town before. You were the new kid after all. And he drugged and raped you."
I hung my head, as tears began to well up in my eyes, "God, Mom, I'm so sorry. If I would have known, I would have just gone to..."
"No! Stop!" she said, throwing up her hand. "I don't want to hear your excuses."
"But, Mother..."
"No, I just want to know... if you're alright, Frank."
The tears fell then, and turned to sobs, that shook my body. "How the hell could I be alright? How the hell could anyone be alright after that?"
"I am proud of you, though. You fought back. You got away. You were strong. Not many people are, and not many people get the chance you get." she said.
"What do you mean?"
"You have a chance to turn him in now. You know who did it. Why not just turn him in, Francis?"
"I... can't, mom. No cops. No... court case! Besides, it's Gerard's little brother, I couldn't." I sighed, "I just want to forget this ever happened. Just go home, take about fifty showers, and forget."
"You're not going to be able to forget, Francis, and just because he is your boyfriend's brother that should not mean that he is above the law."
"I'm not saying he is, mom. I'm just saying that I don't want this situation to hurt Gerard or any of us more than it already has. And... how did you know he was my boyfriend?"
"A mother always knows." she smiled. "No, a few days ago, when you came home so upset, and he came by to apologize, I came up to check on you..."
"You mean spy on us." I corrected.
"And I overheard you guys talking... and there were some other noises. Something along the lines of touching... eachother... and 'She's my mother, Gerard, I bet she's known since I was, like, four'. Which I have, by the way."
"No shit, really?"
"When you were around 7, you used to be best friends with this kid, Jade, from down the street. And one day, you came to me and said, 'Mommy, how come you never see two boys kissing and stuff on TV?' and I said I didn't know. You told me you and Jade had kissed to see why boys didn't do it. Now your stomach felt funny, and you thought you were getting sick, but it was weird, because it felt good." she smiled, "That's sorta when I knew."
Oh god. Jade? I remember Jade. I stayed friends with him for a long time. Up until he moved to Eureka right before high school. God, I can't believe he was my first kiss, and I don't even remember it.
"And you're fine with it? I mean, the me and Gerard thing?" I asked.
"Well, considering that in the past eighteen hours he has only left your side to use the bathroom and get coffee, I think he passes. He seems to love you." she said.
"He does. And I love him." I smiled.
[Mikey's POV]
400 miles to Chicago. We were making record time. Now if only I could find a way to keep her from yapping on about... whatever the hell she was talking about, then the ride would be fine. I could think of a couple better uses for her mouth right now, but it's a little too soon. She'd freak, and I don't want to be left on the side of the road. Again.
Gas and Food, next exit. Perfect.
"Hey, I'm getting pretty hungry. You wanna stop for rations?"
"Oh my god! I was just thinking that? Are you reading my mind, Mikey?"
"You caught me." I smiled, and turned back toward the window, rolling my eyes.
Once we reached the gas station, I told her to buy me a Monster and some Cheetos, which she would, and went around to find the payphone. Once I located it on the side of the building, I put in the loose change I found in Alicia's ashtray, and prayed to god I had remembered the number correctly.
[Frankie's POV]
Later, when my mother was signing me out, I got a visit from Bob, Ray, and Gerard. Gerard came over and sat at my side, Bob in the chair, and Ray leaned against the desk across from me. I was so happy to be leaving, and on my way home to spend the night in a real bed. And now that my mom knew about me and Gerard, he could stay over whenever he wanted.
I just wasn't sure... what was going to happen once we got there. How different was Gerard going to treat me? How different would I be?
"So, you ready to go, motherfucker?" Bob asked.
"God, yes. It's too clean in here. It's making my head hurt. I think I'm allergic to it." I smiled. "So, where are my clothes? I gotta get out of these fucking things." I added, pulling on my hospital gown.
"Your clothes... well, your mom went to go see if they had any pants in Lost and Found that would fit you, cuz..." Gerard started.
"Cuz why?" I asked.
"Cuz she didn't think about bringing any new ones and neither did any of us, and the ones you were wearing were pretty bloody. The doctors and your mom agreed that it would probably not be a good idea for you to see them again. It could trigger traumatic... memories... too soon."
Blood. Those eyes... god, that smile. That fucking, menacing smile as he... over and over, harder and harder, my skin screaming with every thrust. And then I pushed him away... and the sound of tearing flesh was the only thing heard, aside from my cries of pain and his panting.
I winced and closed my eyes, and Gerard put a hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off, and shook my head, "Eh, it's fine. They were Mikey's pants anyway."
"I shouldn't have said anything." he said, standing from the bed.
"Hey, no, Gerard... It's okay." I said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him back down. "I appreciate it, okay? If anything, I know you're never going to lie to me or bullshit me. That's one of the reasons I love you."
"I know... I just, don't wanna make anything worse for you." he admitted.
"I know you don't." I said, "I know, okay. It's just... everything's going to take time. I'm really sorry about all of this, Gerard."
"Hey! No! Nuh uh!" Bob shouted, getting up out of his chair, and grabbing me by the shoulders. "You stop that right now. You have nothing... and I mean, nothing to apologize for, Frankie. We may not have known you that long, but we all love you, okay? And you never have to apologize to us for caring about you. That's just stupid, you idiot!"
I looked over to Ray, and he was nodding his head in agreement, "He's right, Frankie. I know I've been pretty absent, dealing with Laura and teaching guitar and stupid bullshit that seems really... well, stupid now, considering what you guys have been dealing with. I mean, I think I've talked to you maybe twice, but, the point is... you're awesome, kid. Gerard wouldn't love you as much if you weren't, and I pretty much trust his judgement."
"Yeah. We all care so much about you, so don't think that you're being a pest... or whatever stupid crap you were thinking. Because you aren't a burden on us and you never will be, Cutie."
I exploded into faux-tears, and grabbed Gerard and Bob into a huge hug, "Oh, I just love you guys!" They both wrapped their arms around me, laughing. I peeked out from the group hug, and yelled, "Come on, Toro, get in on this shit!"
Ray smiled, ran and dove on all three of us, stage dive style, making sure to land mostly on Bob.
"Ouch, fucker!" Bob exclaimed.
"Hey, no rough housing, boys!" my mom said, coming back into the room with a handful of clothing, "We don't want him to pull any stitches."
All four of us looked over, with matching child-like pouts, and whined, "But mom!", before erupting into a fit of giggles.
"So, time to go?" I asked, impatiently, and she nodded in agreement. "Yay! Clothes! Gimme gimme gimme." I squealed, with outstretched, awaiting arms.
"Here. They were the only thing that would fit you, and were the best I could do, so don't begin to gripe at me because you don't like them." she said, "You only have to wear them home, Francis."
"They're hot pink, girls sweat pants." I stated, with a disgusted look on my face.
"Well, it was this or leopard print spandex. And I didn't think you wanted to look like Vince Neil."
"Whoa. Go Mom for the Crue reference!" Ray exclaimed.
"Yeah, Mom's the best." I smiled.
She left them on the desk, and told Bob and Ray she'd buy them both coffee before we all left, giving me a minute to change. And a minute alone with Gerard. He handed me the clothes, and placed a kiss to the top of my head, sitting down onto the chair, next to me, with a heavy sigh.
"Gerard?"
"Yeah Cutie?"
""Everything's going to be okay again, right? With us, I mean?"
"Frankie, I love you." he replied, in a "Duh!" tone.
"That's not what I asked. I asked if you... if we were going to be okay after all this. I mean, it was your brother, Gee. Ever since I came to town I've been shoving a wedge in between you two, and now this happens... and you don't know if you're ever..." I trailed, "Look, Gee. All I'm asking... is am I really worth this? I mean, you used to love Mikey. You could leave me, and go back to him, and life could be better than this."
His head drooped, and... was he laughing? Okay, not the reaction I was hoping for.
"Bob's right. You're an idiot." he said, "Frankie, you dope, I would give up the cookie cutter, Martha Stewart, perfect life with Mikey... for a stinky cardboard box for two with you."
"Really?" I asked.
"Really." he smiled, coming over to lightly kiss me, "Although, if I'm sticking with you, you better find us somewhere nicer than a box. Cardboard makes me itchy."
When we got home, Gerard insisted on carrying me up the stairs, so I didn't further injure myself. I think he just wanted to get up there and away from my mother faster, which I wasn't disagreeing with. She wasn't the easiest woman in the world to deal with, but as long as she accepted me and Gerard, I was not caring.
He kicked open my door, and placed me down onto the bed, gently.
"So, you wanna take a shower now... or movies?"
"Mmm... shower sounds good, but only if you join me." I replied.
"Ooh, deal." he smiled, "I'll go get that started, and you stay here."
He scurried off and I heard the water start to run. I stood and began peeling off my shirt when I noticed the light to my answering machine blinking. Hmmm... wonder who that is.
I pushed the button, and as soon as I heard the voice on the machine, I instantly wished I hadn't... Mikey.
"Hello, lover... Bet you weren't expecting to hear from me."
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Yay! Done for now. That chapter was hard...
I hope the next one's easier.
More soon! Sooner than that one... I hope.
But no promises.
God, and I hope I finish writing one of these before 4:00am one night... LoL.
Comment or else I'll shave Ray's fro! I'll do it, man! I'M A CRAZY MEXICAN!