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Just wondering how the last chapter was illiterate? Could someone tell me please? It got me down for a while. But here I am bouncing back...ish :P

Also the title has nothing to do with the story its just that that 'The Smiths' song came on the radio and I love that song XD

Lydia's P.O.V

I can't believe Frank kicked Gerard in the balls??? Fuck! I could have killed my brother just then! I wanted to apologise for Frank but I just couldn't. I've been such a bitch to Gerard long I don't think I could be nice. Frank and I had talked last night and he convinced me to stay till the end of the tour. It was getting harder and harder to stay knowing Gerard truly hated me and I...well I'm not sure. I've always liked Gerard as in liked liked. I'm not sure what I feel anymore. Feeling more homesick than ever I sat down at the table I had been sleeping on about 10 minutes before and tried to clear my head.

I growled quietly under my breath, drumming my fingers on the table, still feeling homesick.
"Dia?" asked Frank quietly. I looked up to see him smiling sheepishly.
"What Frank?" I sighed.
"Can I talk to you?"
"I thought we were" I replied smirking slightly to myself. He rolled his eyes.
"Whatever Dia, come on" he grabbed me by the elbow and yanked me up. He dragged me to the back room and slammed the door shut, not before kicking out Ray and Bob.

Once he was sure they had fucked off he began.
"Someone likes you" he blurted, bouncing slightly with excitiment.
"Someone - likes - me?" I asked slowly, making sure I heard right.
He nodded eagerly.
"Um...okay...Who?"
"I can't tell you silly" he said.
"Then whats the point in" I guestered between us "this"
He shurgged.
"I couldn't just not tell you" he giggled.
"Yes you can!" I exclaimed, my voice getting higher in pitch. "Like right now, I'm not telling you what colour my underwear are. See it's very easy not to tell someone something" My hands waved about frantically as I tend to talk with my hands alot. So does Frank.
He frowned.
"I guess so" was all he could say. I rolled my eyes.
"Can I go now?" I asked. He just nodded.
"Oh good" I said as sarcastically as I could before leaving.

Once in the bunk room I grabbed clean clothes and got changed in the bathroom. My hair would not calm down after sleeping on the table for a while. Bits stuck up everywhere and the tangles took what seemed like forever to brush out. But al the while there was this little nagging suspicion as to why Gerard got kicked in the balls by Frank. Which I must admit did make me giggle a little bit. I mean Gerard did make me cry cause he hates mea nd I like him...alot! I guess I'm just worried in-case I can never be nice to him ever again cause I've been mean for so long.

Gerard and I are forever arguing and fighting like cat and dog. I've still got the teeth marks on my arm to prove it. And yeah I've cried before, not that anyone knows about that. But Frank's never...OMG!!! Gerard likes me!!! Maybe? Hmmm I'm gonna wind him up a bit. See what kinda reaction I get. Ooooor I could just ask Frank...But the first plan's more fun

I know it's short. But it is very early morning and I really wanted to up-date. Please review!

xoxo Sam