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“Goooood morning.” Frank sounded insanely cheerful as he greeted me.
I was sat at the table, head resting on its cold surface. Raising a hand in acknowledgment, I continued to berate myself for making Bob feel like a fool. It’s going to make things more awkward dam it. Frank banged about in the kitchen before I heard a soft thud opposite me. Looking up Frank was drinking some of the coffee I just made, clean shaven and hair still damp, looking good in a tight black long sleeve tee shirt.
“Alright?” He cocked his head, putting his mug of warmish coffee on the table.
I scowled and thudded my head back onto the table. “Ow”. Great, I feel guilty as hell and have a headache.
“Heh, that good huh? Has someone got a hangover?” Frank teased.
“I wish.” I muttered. Everything is such a mess. The sooner those parts get here the better. I could always sleep in the Beast as long as we weren’t en route.
“Tell Uncle Frankie allll about it.”
“I shot down Bob.” I muttered.
Frank choked on his coffee and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. “No freaking way!”
“Shh, keep your voice down.” I glared at him, worried someone might overhear. Frank cleared his throat and sat patiently for me to continue. “He ‘made a pass’ at me and I told him no. and now the bus is going to be even more uncomfortable and Bob will hate me. Maybe we should just hire a car and give you your bus back.”
Frank rolled his eyes, taking another swig from his mug. “Whatever. It’s obvious you like Bob, and I know Bob. He won’t hate you. Probably bummed out. But not hate.”
“Gee, thanks.” I shot him a glare, but he just sat smirking. Arse.
“Today is our day off, were all going to a theme park. How about I take everyone to some amazing ride and give you and Bob some space?” Grabbing both our mugs, Frankie got up and put them in the sink. Faded baggy blue jeans complemented his tight tee shirt nicely, black military boots completing his outfit. How he managed to walk in so quietly in those is beyond me.
“You really think he’s going to want to be around me?”
“Trust me.” Another flash of his wicked smile and Frank disappeared into the bunk room. As I leant against the table, I started to laugh as I heard Franks wakeup call fill the eerily silent bus.
“WAKE UP YOU MOTHER FUCKERS!!”
Once Frank shut up, the guys groggily stumbled out of the bunk room and made a start on breakfast whilst I retreated to the sanctuary of my bunk. Getting changed in such a confined space was tricky but after a lot of huffing and puffing I emerged in my check shirt and worn boot cut jeans. After stealing the bathroom, I emerged to find everyone sat waiting for me on the sofa’s. Bob shot up and lead the way as soon as I set foot in the room, Frank gave me an apologetic look as he shooed everyone out to the waiting people carrier.
As we pulled up outside the theme park, we were let in through a site gate to avoid the crowds queuing, giving us a half hour head start till they let the masses in. Frank suggested we split off so there’s less chance of us being recognised. Frank immediately grabbed me, Os and Bob, leaving Mikey, Ray and Gerard to their own devices. Bob and Os walked off toward the pirate themed area as Gerard stared daggers. I seriously need to know what his problem is. Frank grabbed my hand and dragged me after them as the others split to head for the log flume.
“I see you evil plan is working Mr. Iero.” I chided.
“Just give me a few minutes. I have a plan!” Frank taped his head before jogging ahead to fall into step with Bob. At least today can’t be any worse than yesterday. And the weather seemed to be holding up, dry and sunny, but a cool breeze not letting me forget I should have brought a hoody.
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“Seriously Dude, what the fuck is going on with you and Os?” Ray questioned as soon as he other were out of ear shot.
“Nuthin” I mumbled, shoving my hands into my black hoodie.
“Come on Gee, its unbearable the tension between you two.”
“Please guys, just drop it.” I pulled out a cigarette and lit it, inhaling the intoxicatingly delicious smoke. Almost instantly a wave of calm flowed through me, more relaxing than a sauna.
“No. Whatever it is you’re ruining the atmosphere on the bus. It’s like you’re… Oh my god. You’re jealous aren’t you!?” Mike’s voice rang out over the quite open space as he stopped in front of me. Glancing around to make sure no-one had overheard I pulled him to my side and carried on towards the flume.
“Ha, Gee and Os. Of course, it’s so obvious.” Ray exclaimed clapping me on the back., knocking the smoke out of my lungs causing a brief splutter.
“I do not like that Bob stealing limey in any way shape or form so just quit it.” I took another drag and when I realised I couldn’t hear my band mates footfalls, turned around to find them stood open mouth a few feet away.
“Look, do you want to go on this fucking log flume or what?” I was losing my temper, and fast.
“Gee, do you like Bob?” Mikey’s expression was unreadable for the first time ever, which scared the hell out of me. Ray was just dumbstruck. Fuck.
“I refuse to dignify that with an answer. Move your scrawny white asses before I yell ‘OMG Mikey Fucking Way’ at the next queue we see.” I do not like Bob.
I was sat at the table, head resting on its cold surface. Raising a hand in acknowledgment, I continued to berate myself for making Bob feel like a fool. It’s going to make things more awkward dam it. Frank banged about in the kitchen before I heard a soft thud opposite me. Looking up Frank was drinking some of the coffee I just made, clean shaven and hair still damp, looking good in a tight black long sleeve tee shirt.
“Alright?” He cocked his head, putting his mug of warmish coffee on the table.
I scowled and thudded my head back onto the table. “Ow”. Great, I feel guilty as hell and have a headache.
“Heh, that good huh? Has someone got a hangover?” Frank teased.
“I wish.” I muttered. Everything is such a mess. The sooner those parts get here the better. I could always sleep in the Beast as long as we weren’t en route.
“Tell Uncle Frankie allll about it.”
“I shot down Bob.” I muttered.
Frank choked on his coffee and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. “No freaking way!”
“Shh, keep your voice down.” I glared at him, worried someone might overhear. Frank cleared his throat and sat patiently for me to continue. “He ‘made a pass’ at me and I told him no. and now the bus is going to be even more uncomfortable and Bob will hate me. Maybe we should just hire a car and give you your bus back.”
Frank rolled his eyes, taking another swig from his mug. “Whatever. It’s obvious you like Bob, and I know Bob. He won’t hate you. Probably bummed out. But not hate.”
“Gee, thanks.” I shot him a glare, but he just sat smirking. Arse.
“Today is our day off, were all going to a theme park. How about I take everyone to some amazing ride and give you and Bob some space?” Grabbing both our mugs, Frankie got up and put them in the sink. Faded baggy blue jeans complemented his tight tee shirt nicely, black military boots completing his outfit. How he managed to walk in so quietly in those is beyond me.
“You really think he’s going to want to be around me?”
“Trust me.” Another flash of his wicked smile and Frank disappeared into the bunk room. As I leant against the table, I started to laugh as I heard Franks wakeup call fill the eerily silent bus.
“WAKE UP YOU MOTHER FUCKERS!!”
Once Frank shut up, the guys groggily stumbled out of the bunk room and made a start on breakfast whilst I retreated to the sanctuary of my bunk. Getting changed in such a confined space was tricky but after a lot of huffing and puffing I emerged in my check shirt and worn boot cut jeans. After stealing the bathroom, I emerged to find everyone sat waiting for me on the sofa’s. Bob shot up and lead the way as soon as I set foot in the room, Frank gave me an apologetic look as he shooed everyone out to the waiting people carrier.
As we pulled up outside the theme park, we were let in through a site gate to avoid the crowds queuing, giving us a half hour head start till they let the masses in. Frank suggested we split off so there’s less chance of us being recognised. Frank immediately grabbed me, Os and Bob, leaving Mikey, Ray and Gerard to their own devices. Bob and Os walked off toward the pirate themed area as Gerard stared daggers. I seriously need to know what his problem is. Frank grabbed my hand and dragged me after them as the others split to head for the log flume.
“I see you evil plan is working Mr. Iero.” I chided.
“Just give me a few minutes. I have a plan!” Frank taped his head before jogging ahead to fall into step with Bob. At least today can’t be any worse than yesterday. And the weather seemed to be holding up, dry and sunny, but a cool breeze not letting me forget I should have brought a hoody.
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“Seriously Dude, what the fuck is going on with you and Os?” Ray questioned as soon as he other were out of ear shot.
“Nuthin” I mumbled, shoving my hands into my black hoodie.
“Come on Gee, its unbearable the tension between you two.”
“Please guys, just drop it.” I pulled out a cigarette and lit it, inhaling the intoxicatingly delicious smoke. Almost instantly a wave of calm flowed through me, more relaxing than a sauna.
“No. Whatever it is you’re ruining the atmosphere on the bus. It’s like you’re… Oh my god. You’re jealous aren’t you!?” Mike’s voice rang out over the quite open space as he stopped in front of me. Glancing around to make sure no-one had overheard I pulled him to my side and carried on towards the flume.
“Ha, Gee and Os. Of course, it’s so obvious.” Ray exclaimed clapping me on the back., knocking the smoke out of my lungs causing a brief splutter.
“I do not like that Bob stealing limey in any way shape or form so just quit it.” I took another drag and when I realised I couldn’t hear my band mates footfalls, turned around to find them stood open mouth a few feet away.
“Look, do you want to go on this fucking log flume or what?” I was losing my temper, and fast.
“Gee, do you like Bob?” Mikey’s expression was unreadable for the first time ever, which scared the hell out of me. Ray was just dumbstruck. Fuck.
“I refuse to dignify that with an answer. Move your scrawny white asses before I yell ‘OMG Mikey Fucking Way’ at the next queue we see.” I do not like Bob.
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