Texts from friends, grumpy Mikey and intriguing strangers with intriguing news...
I TOLD I COULD DO IT :)
It is 8:19, Monday night, and i am uploading my newest chapter :3
So today went okay, except from french, but you dont need to hear that boring story!
I'll leave you to read, and i just wanna thank you for actually reading my story :D i feel really happy when ever someone reveiws. It makes my day :)
No, please no
Sighing, I wriggle out of Gerard's arms, leaning across to get my phone off the bedside table. Squinting as the screen lit up I read the text from Bob.
hey man, haven't talked to u in ages! just texted to say that I'll be coming over to belleville in a few days. maybe we could meet up?! Smiling, I snuggle back in with Gerard,
yeah! of course we're fucking gonna meet up! ill see u soon :)
Setting the phone back on the table I turn over completely, nuzzling my head into Gerard's neck.
"Who was that babe?" I heard Gerard whisper into my dyed hair.
"Bob. He's coming over next weekend."
"Mmm" He mumbled, rolling on to his back and pulling me on top of him. "Mornin'" He said, smirking as he pressed his lips against mine.
After Franks mom started making noises, singling that she was awake, I decided to take that as my clue to leave Frank to get his breakfast while I went home to check that Mikey was still alive... er, yeah.
"Hey Mikes, you here?" I shouted as I entered through the front door, closing it quietly behind me, waiting for a reply.
"Yes Gee, i'm here, but please- don't shout." Came a low response from the kitchen.
When I got to the kitchen, I saw Mikey slouched at the breakfast bar, looking pretty hung-over. I laughed as I made my way to the kettle.
"S'not funny." Mikey mumbled.
"It is. How much did you drink?!" I ask, letting a small laugh escape my mouth again.
"No more than you used to." Ouch.
"Fine, be like that." I sighed, the kettle clicked done.
Lazily shovelling a spoonful of cereal into my mouth, I swung my feet mindlessly under my chair, humming softly. I was a bit pissed that Gerard had to leave, but it made sense to go and check on Mikey, just in case.
I thought about texting him, and asking about Mikey- but I decided against it. I could at least let him have some time with just Mikey.
I slipped my empty bowl into the sink and was about to head up stairs to get changed out my black and red checkered pj bottoms - no shirt - when the sound of the doorbell rang through the house. Sighing, I turned direction and walked towards the door, it was probably just the post man anyway.
I rubbed my eyes as the burning morning sun hit my face, causing me to squint. Once my eyes adjusted, I took in the figure standing at my door. He was about average height, had ginger-brown hair and a beginning of a beard. He was wearing a simple pair of ripped, dark skinny jeans and a black shirt. All in all, his appearance was completely normal.
But his eyes, they held something between anger, sorrow and... jealousy?
I frowned and tapped my index finger against the door, "Can I help you?" I asked.
"That depends, are you Frank Iero?" A smile playing in his lips.
"That depends, what do you want?" I questioned back, confused by his appearance at my door. At 10 in the morning.
His smirked widened, "I'm one of Gerard's friends, I'm the one who organised the party last night actually. Names Danny."
So he probably was a vampire.
"So what, did Gerard leave something there last night or something?" I asked, crossing my arms over my unprotected chest, leaning against the door frame.
"Actually Mikey left this," He slipped his hand into one of his back pockets, coming out with Mikey's phone.
" Why didn't you just give it to Mikey in person? And how do you know where I live?" I was completing confused by the figure in front of me.
"I also had to talk to you too, Frank." He said, ignoring my second question.
"About what? I kinda need to get changed." I jerked my thumb in the general direction of the stairs.
Danny just raised am eyebrow at my torso, then shrugged. "I'll be quick and get straight to the point then." I nodded, and shifted slightly by the fact that he was still looking at my torso. I cleared my throat, refusing to let him see my discomfort.
"Right, well." The ginger-blond sighed, "Do you about Gerard? Like what he is?" He said, head tilted to the side a fraction.
Okay, how do I answer this? Would saying 'yes' get Gerard into trouble? Would Danny see that I was lying if I say 'no'?
"What's it to you?" I decided on, trying to look confident.
"'Cause if you didn't, then I would suggest that you ask him." His smirk widened yet, "And if you do know, then I would have to inform you in some detail that he might of left out of the story."
sorry about the ending, but my mom wants on the computer to shop at Tesco's and I would write more on my iPod but I'd have to send it and copy and paste and other shit and I really can't
So r&r for STRAWBERRY SHORTBREAD CAKE!!!!!