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Pen groaned into her pillow, shifting around in the arms that embraced her from behind. She opened one bleary eye before clamping it shut against the harsh light. Having learned from her mistake, she cracked the eye this time to see out the window that it was quite cloudy and overcast outside. Morning already? What time was it? What time had she gone to bed last night? Last night...
She gasped and jumped out of bed. Looking down, she noticed that her jeans were discarded on the floor and her shirt was on backwards. With a little yelp, she pulled on the jeans, not bothering to fix the shirt. There was a sour taste in her mouth and her head was hurting like crazy. She glanced down at the bed to see that her cuddle-partner was Frank. Her stomach dropped. No, no. Oh, no...
"Frank," she hissed through her teeth, willing him to wake up and explain things to her. But Frank seemed to be out cold, in a deep, undisturbable slumber. Pen bit her lip, thinking about what to do...who to turn to...
Mikey! Yes, if she could just find Mikey, everything would make sense. Where was Mikey? She couldn't remember what room number they were in, let alone how to get there from here. She ignored this fact and stumbled out of the room, picking a direction and going with it. She broke into a run, looking back every now and then to see if maybe Mikey was behind her.
It was while she was checking her rear that she smacked into Bob. "Penelope?" he asked, placing his hands lightly on her shoulders.
"Bob!" she cried in relief.
"What's wrong?"
"I--I--I don't know! I--Frank--last night, Gerard...I'm--so--confused!" she wailed, collapsing into Bob and sobbing into his shirt. He hesitated, then placed a hand on her back, rubbing it soothingly until she calmed down enough to be led back the way she had come, into Mikey's room.
Bob sat her down on the bed next to Mikey, who asked, "What happened? What's wrong, Pen?"
"I don't--know!" she cried. "I just...last night, we got to the club, and I...Gerard gave me something to drink--and--and I woke up this morning with..." she choked off, sobbing too loudly to continue.
"With whom? Gerard?" Mikey pressed. Pen shook her head and took a deep breath.
"With...I woke up...and we were...spooning," she whispered the last word, blushing a deep crimson.
"Who?"
"Frank and me!"
Mikey's jaw dropped and he stared at Pen in shock. Frank? The one person that Pen didn't get along with? "Frank?...Why?"
"I don't know," Pen lowed, placing her head in her hands. Her head was pounding, and her tongue felt thick in her mouth, and she felt truly sick to her stomach. In fact...
She jumped up and rushed into the bathroom, emptying the contents of her stomach into the sink. She felt a bit better afterwards, but not much. When she walked back out, Mikey was alone on the bed. "Where's Bob?" she asked him.
"He went to get Frank and Gerard so we could figure this whole thing out."
Bob stormed down the hallway, doing his best to keep his temper under control. Gerard gets Penelope drunk off her ass so that she blacks out and all Frank does is fuck her? What the hell kind of adult was he? A douche, Bob thought bitterly.
He slammed the door to the hotel room open, making as much noise with it as possible. He marched over to the bed on which Frank was sprawled, snoring loudly. Bob grabbed the smaller man by the back of the neck, lifting him up and forcing him to wake up.
"What the fuck..." Frank murmured, trying to get back to the bed to go back to sleep.
"C'mon, Frank, wake up," Bob said, a little rougher than he meant to. "Time to join the real world now. Let's go." He let go of Frank and went to wake Gerard, who had heard the ruckus going on and covered his head with a pillow. "No, no Gerard," he said, pulling the pillow off and throwing it to the floor before grabbing Gerard by the wrists. "You too." He yanked Gerard to his feet, also grabbing Frank and leading the two hungover friends to Mikey's room.
When the three got there, Ray was sitting with Mikey and Pen, murmuring something that seemed to be working in calming Pen down. That is, until she saw Frank. "You!" she shrieked.
"Pen," Mikey said calmly before turning to Frank and Gerard. "Okay guys, what happened last night? And don't leave anything out."
"Well," Gerard said. "Pen had a few drinks..."
"Pen--hic--Pen...maybe you've 'ad 'nuff..." Gerard slurred as Pen reached for another vodka-soda. She wrenched her hand away as he drunkenly tried to grab her wrist.
"Don'--don' tou'sh me...I don' hafta listen'a you. I'm notta--Mmm...notta baby," She took a swig out of the glass, sloshing more onto the floor and her clothes than she got into her mouth. She giggled. "I...I dunno why I haven' done this b'fore now!"...
"Actually," Gerard continued. "A little more than a few drinks...Well, anyway, this guy came up and hit on her..."
"Hey, baby," a tall man with light eyes and blonde hair approached Pen, who giggled again. "Can I buy you another drink?"
"...and then Frank came over..."
"Hey," Frank said, slightly less smashed than Pen and Gerard. "Step off, man. Little Red is--hic--off-limits," he slid his arm around Pen's shoulders. The man walked away, rejected. Pen smiled up at Frank.
He wasn't so bad, really. Obviously quite a nice guy. He had just saved her from that douchebag who was hitting on her. She smiled up at him. She should really give him another chance...
"Yeah," Frank jumped in with his piece. "And then Pen was acting really weird..."
"Thank you, Frank," Pen giggled once more and threw her arms around the tattooed man, hanging on him in her gratitude.
"S'all good," he slurred, downing his drink and setting the glass on the bar. He hugged Pen back, ignoring the fact that his judgment was impaired as he felt the strong impulse to kiss her.
She beat him to it, standing on her tip-toes and placing her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. Frank slid his hands around her waist and pulled her closer...
"...and we kinda...well..."
Their mouths connected; somewhat sloppily at first, then they got lost in their own little world. Mouths fused, tongues entwining, lips crashing together...
Pen shook her head, not wanting to remember anymore. "You are such an asshole, Frank!"
"What? Me? You were coming onto me just as much!"
"That is not true!" Pen's cheeks were flaming red, and her fists were clenched as her temper slowly lost itself.
"Oh really?" Frank began to mock Pen. "'Ohh...Oh, Frank! Oh! Oooh...yeah...Yes! Yes! Frank! Oh--'" his eyes were closed, so he didn't notice until Pen's fist had connected with his own jaw that she had made her way over to him and punched him square in the face. "Ahh! What the fuck!" he cradled his jaw in his hand, shut up, at least for now.
"You did deserve that," Gerard admitted to his friend.
"Don't try to weedle out of the blame, Gerard! Why did you get Pen drunk?"
"I didn't mean to get her drunk; I just wanted her to have a good time," the older brother explained weakly. "And look! She did things she's never done before--"
"Yeah, like fuck someone, Gerard!" Pen yelled. "I lost my virginity to someone I now loathe and despise, and I don't even remember it!"
"Well, that's not what I was talking about, but okay--"
"Wait. What do you mean, 'not what you were talking about'? What were you talking about?" her stomach was sinking again, and her headache was down to a dull throb.
"Well...I figured you'd have noticed by now...but, well...feel right here," he gestured to the side of his nose.
Pen slowly lifted her hand and did as instructed. She gasped as she discovered a small, hard stud in her left nostril. She ran to the mirror hanging over the bedside table and examined her face, wincing as the tiny diamond caught the light.
Pen laughed as the group of three stumbled out of the tattoo parlour. "I always wann'd one!"
Tattoo parlour...Pen hurriedly fumbled with all her clothes, checking for any indication of new body art. She groaned as she turned her left arm over to reveal a small, red bow tattooed on the underside of her wrist. "Fuck..." she murmured, collapsing on the bed between Bob and Mikey, glaring at Gerard and Frank, who was still nursing an aching jaw.
Bob held her hand lightly, running his thumb over the skin of her newly-decorated wrist, tracing the dark blue vein that showed visibly through her pale flesh. "It'll be okay," he said softly.
And for some reason, Pen believed him, although later, she would wonder why.
Sorry, skippies and buckaroos. I know I was hoping to have this up before now, but I've been quite busy these past few days. But it's up now, yay! So yeah. I think that this chapter was much more exciting than the last two, am I right? Yes. Okay. So go review, subscribe, and RATE THE STORY (not the chapter), por favor. Thanks, kids. OverAndOutxx
She gasped and jumped out of bed. Looking down, she noticed that her jeans were discarded on the floor and her shirt was on backwards. With a little yelp, she pulled on the jeans, not bothering to fix the shirt. There was a sour taste in her mouth and her head was hurting like crazy. She glanced down at the bed to see that her cuddle-partner was Frank. Her stomach dropped. No, no. Oh, no...
"Frank," she hissed through her teeth, willing him to wake up and explain things to her. But Frank seemed to be out cold, in a deep, undisturbable slumber. Pen bit her lip, thinking about what to do...who to turn to...
Mikey! Yes, if she could just find Mikey, everything would make sense. Where was Mikey? She couldn't remember what room number they were in, let alone how to get there from here. She ignored this fact and stumbled out of the room, picking a direction and going with it. She broke into a run, looking back every now and then to see if maybe Mikey was behind her.
It was while she was checking her rear that she smacked into Bob. "Penelope?" he asked, placing his hands lightly on her shoulders.
"Bob!" she cried in relief.
"What's wrong?"
"I--I--I don't know! I--Frank--last night, Gerard...I'm--so--confused!" she wailed, collapsing into Bob and sobbing into his shirt. He hesitated, then placed a hand on her back, rubbing it soothingly until she calmed down enough to be led back the way she had come, into Mikey's room.
Bob sat her down on the bed next to Mikey, who asked, "What happened? What's wrong, Pen?"
"I don't--know!" she cried. "I just...last night, we got to the club, and I...Gerard gave me something to drink--and--and I woke up this morning with..." she choked off, sobbing too loudly to continue.
"With whom? Gerard?" Mikey pressed. Pen shook her head and took a deep breath.
"With...I woke up...and we were...spooning," she whispered the last word, blushing a deep crimson.
"Who?"
"Frank and me!"
Mikey's jaw dropped and he stared at Pen in shock. Frank? The one person that Pen didn't get along with? "Frank?...Why?"
"I don't know," Pen lowed, placing her head in her hands. Her head was pounding, and her tongue felt thick in her mouth, and she felt truly sick to her stomach. In fact...
She jumped up and rushed into the bathroom, emptying the contents of her stomach into the sink. She felt a bit better afterwards, but not much. When she walked back out, Mikey was alone on the bed. "Where's Bob?" she asked him.
"He went to get Frank and Gerard so we could figure this whole thing out."
Bob stormed down the hallway, doing his best to keep his temper under control. Gerard gets Penelope drunk off her ass so that she blacks out and all Frank does is fuck her? What the hell kind of adult was he? A douche, Bob thought bitterly.
He slammed the door to the hotel room open, making as much noise with it as possible. He marched over to the bed on which Frank was sprawled, snoring loudly. Bob grabbed the smaller man by the back of the neck, lifting him up and forcing him to wake up.
"What the fuck..." Frank murmured, trying to get back to the bed to go back to sleep.
"C'mon, Frank, wake up," Bob said, a little rougher than he meant to. "Time to join the real world now. Let's go." He let go of Frank and went to wake Gerard, who had heard the ruckus going on and covered his head with a pillow. "No, no Gerard," he said, pulling the pillow off and throwing it to the floor before grabbing Gerard by the wrists. "You too." He yanked Gerard to his feet, also grabbing Frank and leading the two hungover friends to Mikey's room.
When the three got there, Ray was sitting with Mikey and Pen, murmuring something that seemed to be working in calming Pen down. That is, until she saw Frank. "You!" she shrieked.
"Pen," Mikey said calmly before turning to Frank and Gerard. "Okay guys, what happened last night? And don't leave anything out."
"Well," Gerard said. "Pen had a few drinks..."
"Pen--hic--Pen...maybe you've 'ad 'nuff..." Gerard slurred as Pen reached for another vodka-soda. She wrenched her hand away as he drunkenly tried to grab her wrist.
"Don'--don' tou'sh me...I don' hafta listen'a you. I'm notta--Mmm...notta baby," She took a swig out of the glass, sloshing more onto the floor and her clothes than she got into her mouth. She giggled. "I...I dunno why I haven' done this b'fore now!"...
"Actually," Gerard continued. "A little more than a few drinks...Well, anyway, this guy came up and hit on her..."
"Hey, baby," a tall man with light eyes and blonde hair approached Pen, who giggled again. "Can I buy you another drink?"
"...and then Frank came over..."
"Hey," Frank said, slightly less smashed than Pen and Gerard. "Step off, man. Little Red is--hic--off-limits," he slid his arm around Pen's shoulders. The man walked away, rejected. Pen smiled up at Frank.
He wasn't so bad, really. Obviously quite a nice guy. He had just saved her from that douchebag who was hitting on her. She smiled up at him. She should really give him another chance...
"Yeah," Frank jumped in with his piece. "And then Pen was acting really weird..."
"Thank you, Frank," Pen giggled once more and threw her arms around the tattooed man, hanging on him in her gratitude.
"S'all good," he slurred, downing his drink and setting the glass on the bar. He hugged Pen back, ignoring the fact that his judgment was impaired as he felt the strong impulse to kiss her.
She beat him to it, standing on her tip-toes and placing her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. Frank slid his hands around her waist and pulled her closer...
"...and we kinda...well..."
Their mouths connected; somewhat sloppily at first, then they got lost in their own little world. Mouths fused, tongues entwining, lips crashing together...
Pen shook her head, not wanting to remember anymore. "You are such an asshole, Frank!"
"What? Me? You were coming onto me just as much!"
"That is not true!" Pen's cheeks were flaming red, and her fists were clenched as her temper slowly lost itself.
"Oh really?" Frank began to mock Pen. "'Ohh...Oh, Frank! Oh! Oooh...yeah...Yes! Yes! Frank! Oh--'" his eyes were closed, so he didn't notice until Pen's fist had connected with his own jaw that she had made her way over to him and punched him square in the face. "Ahh! What the fuck!" he cradled his jaw in his hand, shut up, at least for now.
"You did deserve that," Gerard admitted to his friend.
"Don't try to weedle out of the blame, Gerard! Why did you get Pen drunk?"
"I didn't mean to get her drunk; I just wanted her to have a good time," the older brother explained weakly. "And look! She did things she's never done before--"
"Yeah, like fuck someone, Gerard!" Pen yelled. "I lost my virginity to someone I now loathe and despise, and I don't even remember it!"
"Well, that's not what I was talking about, but okay--"
"Wait. What do you mean, 'not what you were talking about'? What were you talking about?" her stomach was sinking again, and her headache was down to a dull throb.
"Well...I figured you'd have noticed by now...but, well...feel right here," he gestured to the side of his nose.
Pen slowly lifted her hand and did as instructed. She gasped as she discovered a small, hard stud in her left nostril. She ran to the mirror hanging over the bedside table and examined her face, wincing as the tiny diamond caught the light.
Pen laughed as the group of three stumbled out of the tattoo parlour. "I always wann'd one!"
Tattoo parlour...Pen hurriedly fumbled with all her clothes, checking for any indication of new body art. She groaned as she turned her left arm over to reveal a small, red bow tattooed on the underside of her wrist. "Fuck..." she murmured, collapsing on the bed between Bob and Mikey, glaring at Gerard and Frank, who was still nursing an aching jaw.
Bob held her hand lightly, running his thumb over the skin of her newly-decorated wrist, tracing the dark blue vein that showed visibly through her pale flesh. "It'll be okay," he said softly.
And for some reason, Pen believed him, although later, she would wonder why.
Sorry, skippies and buckaroos. I know I was hoping to have this up before now, but I've been quite busy these past few days. But it's up now, yay! So yeah. I think that this chapter was much more exciting than the last two, am I right? Yes. Okay. So go review, subscribe, and RATE THE STORY (not the chapter), por favor. Thanks, kids. OverAndOutxx
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