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Chapter 14 - Girlfriend

by XxkelseyxX 6 reviews

Something was terribly, terribly wrong with me.

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: R - Genres: Angst,Drama - Characters: Frank Iero,Gerard Way,Mikey Way - Published: 2010-03-15 - Updated: 2010-03-18 - 1458 words

A?N Hey friends, I'm back. Kind of. My computer crashed and I lost everything including the new chapter. So I re-wrote it and even took it in a different direction. But I think you guys will like it. If you even remember this story. Lol. Enjoy. ♥

Chapter 14 - Girlfriend

I booked it to the truck and waited impatiently for Amy by her car. A silver Subaru XT pulled into the space next to my truck, which was strange considering school had just let out. The driver got out and leaned on the back of his vehicle. I immediately recognized him as Mikey's brother and scrambled into my truck. I looked over at him subtly, and he was not-so-subtly staring back; he waved with his fingers. There was a knock at my window and I jumped in my seat. Amy laughed at me and I forced myself to laugh with her as I rolled down the window. "Hey."

She had already changed into her street clothes and was carrying her uniform in a bundle under her arm. "Hey, so what are we going to do?" she asked, biting her lip.

I rubbed the back of my neck, and looked back over at Gerard quickly, feeling guilty. "Uh, wanna just go to my house?" I asked. She nodded, and told me she would follow in her car. I pulled out of the parking lot as quickly as I could without losing her, wanting to escape Gerard's condemning stare. I drove in silence to my house, and had a feeling this was going to be a long evening. Truthfully, I just wanted it over with so I could go to Mikey's. Something about that stupid kid was causing me to feel bad for people, especially for Amy. Before he came around I probably would've done the same thing I was doing now, without a second thought. What the hell was that about?

I pulled into the drive way at my house and she parked beside me. We got out of the vehicles and she interlaced her fingers with mine as we walked to the front door. Everything about this just felt wrong. I led her inside and gave her a tour. "And lastly, but most importantly, my room." I announced, ushering her in and closing the door. She smiled and sat down on the bed. As she looked around the room I pulled off my tie and unbuttoned my dress shirt. She looked over and bashfully turned away, mumbling an apology and using her hand as a makeshift shield. I laughed and quickly changed into more comfortable clothes.

She remained turned away until I sat down next to her. "So, I don't have much to do here…" I told her, leaning back on my elbows.

"I'm sure we can think of something," she said, suggestively.

Normally, I would've been psyched to hear something like that. But oh no, not today. "A movie?" I asked.

"Uh, yeah, sure," she said, sounding slightly unimpressed. She shuffled back on the bed so she could sit against the wall and I threw a random tape into the player. I sat down beside her, but left a considerable amount of space between us. We sat through the whole movie; the title of which I didn't pay attention to, and the most I did was hold her hand, only because she initiated it. Something was terribly, terribly wrong with me.

When the end credits rolled, she got up and grabbed her book bag, "Well, I should get going."

"You're leaving already?" I asked, not at all surprised.

"Uh, yeah," she mumbled, heading out.

"Wait," I said, following her. "Was it something I did?"

She stopped and turned to face me, "Honestly, it's something you didn't do. You don't seem the slightest bit interested in me. Like, a complete one-eighty from this morning."

"I'm sorry," I said. My parents called me from upstairs. "Shit." I mumbled. "Why don’t you stay for dinner, I'll make it up to you I promise."

She sighed and agreed to stay. I needed to pull myself together here. I took her hand and led her upstairs to the kitchen. My mom walked toward us, "Who's this Frank?" she asked warmly.
"Mom this is Amy, a friend of mine from school. Is it okay if she stays for dinner?" I asked, in my most polite voice.

"Absolutely Frank, your friends are always welcome here," she said, motioning for us to sit down.

"Except for that Robert kid, I don't like that one," my dad said from behind his newspaper.

I smirked, remembering when Bob showed up completely baked at my house, wanting to play video games with me. He hasn't been allowed back since. I sat down at the table and Amy took the seat across from me, as our table only comfortably seated four people. My mom brought the last of the food to the table and then sat down. The meal was slightly awkward, but I noticed how Amy acted quite differently in front of my parents, like some sort of switch was flicked and she was in Impress Mode. My dad was also as pleasant as his personality allowed. I decided to bring friends around more often if he was going to act like that.

After we ate, I took Amy downstairs. Throughout the whole dinner I had been concocting something to tell her about why I'd been acting "strange".

"I do like you, ya know," I said, sitting down beside her on the bed. She bit her lip and stared down at her lap. "I just… wanna take things slow…okay?" I explained. I didn't understand how I'd come up with that, I had never used that line. That was a girl line.

She looked up and nodded. "Okay…"

I half smiled, relieved that she bought it. She stood up from the bed. "I should really go home though; my parents are worried about me being out past dark." I stifled a laughed. "I know," she said, laughing along, "It's so gay."

I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. It was only seven; what was I going to do until nine-thirty? "I'll walk you out," We walked upstairs and my parents were seated in the living room. Amy thanked them for dinner; I could tell they liked her. This was going to get real complicated, real quick.

I walked her to her car and she leaned against, expectantly. Mikey would understand a kiss, right? I wouldn't be able to keep her around if I didn't at least give her that. I leaned forward and brushed her hair over her ear and kissed her. I couldn't believe how weird it felt. I pulled away and she smiled and got into her car. I wanted to kill myself for even making this comparison, but Mikey was a much better kisser. After Amy's car was out of sight I ran inside and straight downstairs. I wanted to shower before I left. One stair away from the bottom, my mom called me. Grudgingly, I stomped back to the top. "Yeah?"

"So, is Amy your girlfriend?"

"Mom," I groaned. She gave me a look. "I dunno, not yet I guess."

She smiled, "Well I like her, and so does your father." He didn't even look away from the t.v.

"Great, can I go now?" I asked.

She nodded. Once again, I booked it downstairs and took my time showering, hoping to kill two hours as quickly as possible. I was completely ready by eight thirty. I spent the next hour pacing my room aimlessly. I would definitely not be able to do this every day. Finally the clock turned to nine-thirty and I ran upstairs.

"Where are you off to at this hour, Frank?" my dad asked.

"Dad, it's nine-thirty." I scoffed.

"You should be a politician. Did I ask you the time? No, I asked where you were going." He actually got up from his chair to talk to me.

"I was just going to hang out with Ryan for a bit," I lied, putting my hand on the door handle.

"So, you think that you can just come and go as you please?" he asked, stepping closer to me.

"Tony," my mom warned from the couch.

I opened the door. "I'm going now."

"If you leave right now, don't bother coming back."

"What the fuck! I didn't do anything!" I yelled.

Mom got up from the couch and came to mediate. "Tony, leave him please, he was home all afternoon he can go see his friend for a bit."

He walked away and my mother quickly told me to just ignore him, and she followed him to their room.

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