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Mikey continued to laugh as I addressed the envelope.

”Elle what is that?” Frankie say tensing up a little, trying to peek over and see what I was writing.

“It’s nothing Frankie.” I tell him shifting so he couldn’t see and he frowns tries to reach over my shoulder for the envelope. “NO!” I cry out smacking his hand.

“Ow.” He moans rubbing his ‘injury.”

“Step the fuck back Frankie.” I say holding my hand up in his face as I reached for the stamps.

“Gimme it Elle.” He says extending his hand out in front of him.

“Fuck you.” I tell him smiling as I stick the stamp on the front.

“Fuck me?” Frankie laughs as Bob walks back in. “Let me see it.” Frankie says and he reaches to snatch the envelope from my hand.

“Nooo!” I cry out jumping back. “Stop Frankieee.” I whine as he tries to pry the envelope from my hands.

“Leave her alone.” Bob says threateningly to Frankie and I smile looking over at Bob.

“Thank you honey.” I tell him sweetly and he smiles back as Frankie steps back from me in defeat.

“Hey where’d Gerard go?” Frankie asks and no one answers. “I thought we were gonna go eat- I'm fucking starving!” He rubs his stomach a little pathetically.

“No actually umm, Gerard and I kinda have other plans.” I tell Frankie and I look over at Bob.

“Fuck it- we can still go.” Bob says to him and Frankie nods. “They're going somewhere else.” Bob nods towards me. “But uh we can go eat and I’ll drop you guys off on my way.” Bob tells him and Mikey nods too.

“IHOP?” Mikey asks and can feel my stomach grumbling. I was starving too…

“I don’t care.” Bob replies.

“I’ll go see if Chrissy’s ready.” Frankie says and he darts out of the kitchen.

“Can you drop me at Marie's after?” Mikey asks and Bob shrugs.

“Yeah its on my way.” Bob tells him and I look over at them a little confused.

“Wait on your way where?” I ask Bob and he grins a little.

“I have a date later.” He tells me and I frown.

“With Julia?” I gasp totally taken aback. I mean that was unbelievable, from what Gerard said… I cant believe she's gonna go out with him again after…

“No.” He laughs. “julia…” he says softly shaking his head.

“Not Julia!” I cry out. He shakes his head no. “Then who?” I demand.

“Elle.” Mikey scolds me and I ignore him. Mostly cause I know what he's gonna say…Gerard doesn’t like you to get involved…blah blah blah…stay out of Bobs love life…Fuck. I've heard it all before…

“So- who?” I ask Bob.

“Erika.” Bob says plainly and I frown. Erika? Who the fuck is Erika? When he did he make a date with her?

“But you were out with Julia last night.” I say and he shrugs.

“That was last night Elle.” He says and I continue to frown at him.

“And?” I demand.

“And today I'm going out with Erika.” He tells me and I just look at him. “What?” He says as I stare at him.

“Laura was right.” I say a little disappointedly.

“About what?” He asks.

“You're a slut.” I tell him and Mikey snickers a little.

“Laura said I'm a slut?” Bob chuckles.

“No Laura said you were a dog.” I clarify. “I'm saying that you're a slut.” I tell him swatting his arm and he smiled at me. “Stop smiling Bob.” I tell him and he tries to put on a serious face. “Who’s this Erika anyway?” I say poking his chest.

“It’s none of your business Elle.” Mikey frowns and I shake my head no.

“No I'm his wife I need to know.” I say and Mikey scoffs at me.

“You're not really his wife Elle.” Mikey tells me and I frown.

“I am too.” I insist.

“Elle- Gerard doesn’t- “ Mikey tries to say but I cut him off.

“Fuck off Mikey, okay. Gerard's not here and if he was I’d tell him the same thing.” I say and Mikey frowns. “This-‘ I say gesturing between me and Bob “This conversation is between me and my Bobby. So stay out of it.” I say harshly and Mikey just looked at me.

“What do you want Elle?” Bob sighs a little as I turn back to him.

”I wanna know who this Erika girl is.” I tell him roughly and he shrugs.

“Just some chick.” He says and I frown.

“Some chick?” I repeat back and he nods.

“Elle, you know if you're not ready when Gerard gets back-“ Mikey says shaking his head at me. I frown and look up at the clock… fuck. I hated to admit it but Mikey was right. Gerard was gonna be back soon and we had to leave and I still wasn’t dressed…

“Come on Bob. I gotta go get dressed.” I say grabbing Bobs hand in mine, and pulling him towards the door. “We’ll talk in my room.” I tell Bob and suddenly Mikey is shrieking like a little bitch.

“Where the fuck are you going!” Mikey cries out.

“I just said to my room.” I tell him a little annoyed.

“I was talking to Bob.” Mikey spat at me.

“He's coming with me.” I say plainly and Mikey starts freaking.

“What the fuck? He's gonna fucking watch you get dressed!” Mikey says and Bob pulls his hand from mine.

“He's not gonna ‘watch’ me Mikey.” I laugh and Mikey just gave me a nasty look. “Fuck Mikey I’ll change in the bathroom if it makes you feel better.” I say and Mikey shook his head at me.

“He's not your boyfriend Elle. Gerard is! Remember?” Mikey says and I frown.

“I know who my boyfriend is.” I say roughly and Mikey smirks.

“Then maybe you should act like it.” Mikey mumbles and I shake my head.

“What the fuck does that mean Mikey.” I say and Mikey snickers again. “You’ve been fucking snickering and making little fucking comments every time I'm near Bob.” I tell him and he shrugs. “You have something you want to say? To me? To Bob?” I ask him and he just looked at me. “You have a problem with Bob and I being friends?” I demand.

“Friends? no.” Mikey scowls a little and I toss my hands up.

“Then fucking shut up all ready.” I tell him grabbing Bob’s hand back in mine. Bob kinda resisted but I dragged him out of the kitchen. “Fuck what is wrong with Mikey today…” I mumble to myself as we go down the hall.

Frankie was standing in the middle of the hallway. The bathroom door was shut and you could hear the shower running.

“Chrissy’s taking a shower.” Frankie tells Bob and I roll my eyes. “We can leave when she's done.” Frankie adds and Bob shrugs.

“Like five minutes?” Bob asks and Frankie laughs. I do too. “No?” Bob says raising his eyebrows up.

“Try fourty-five.” I laugh and Bob frowns.

“Sorry man.” Frankie apologizes.

“Naw we got time.” Bob sighs. “But uh aren’t you leaving soon?” He turns to me.

“Yeah, but its no big deal, just umm lock up when you leave.” I tell Bob and he nods as I close the door to my room pulling him inside with me.

Bob just kinda stood nervously in the center of my room as I started opening up my dresser drawers. “Mmm get me that bag down honey.” I point to the closet and Bob hesitantly steps towards it. “The blue one on the top Bobby.” I tell him and he nods and pulls it down and hands it to me. I started to put some clothes in it and I can see Bob heading towards the door. “Where are you going?” I ask him.

“I got the bag down Elle.” He says and I just look at him blankly. “-I'm just gonna.” Bob nods towards the living room.

“But I wanted to talk to you.” I whine and Bob sighs a little.

“About what Elle?” He says and I nod for him to sit on the bed and he hesitantly does.

“About this Erika chick.” I say and he frowns.

“Are you gonna start this shit again!” He moans throwing himself back on the bed.

“I'm just worried Bob.” I tell him as I stand up and toss some shit from my vanity table into the bag.

“Worried about what?” He asks.

“You.” I say glancing over at him as I shove the envelope in the bag too. Fuck. I've gotta mail it. And soon… Soon like before Gerard finds out… Bob too for that matter…

“I'm fine honey.” He says sitting up on the bed.

I make a face at him and pull a pair of jeans from my drawer. “You can’t really be happy.” I say to him and he just looked at me. “I mean bouncing from bimbo to bimbo like that.” I scoff at him as I sit on the bed next to him.

“Who says Erika’s a bimbo?” He laughs.

“Are you saying she's not?” I ask and Bob smiles.

“She's just a chick.” Bob tells me and I frown.

“That’s my point Bob. She’s ‘just a chick’. She’s not anybody. I want you to find somebody…some ‘one’.” I say and he sighs.

“I found some ’one’ and she's with someone else.” Bob says softly. “Its just not meant to be Elle.” Bob sighs.

“Well maybe you're not trying hard enough.” I tell him and he shakes his head at me.

“Don’t start this shit again.” He says getting tense.

“I just want you to be happy Bob. Don’t you understand that?” I say and he looks at me. Right in my eyes.

“I understand that Elle.” He says lowering his voice down.

“Mmm do you?” I say and he nods.

“That’s what I want for you.” He says and I wrinkle my eyebrows in confusion. “Are you happy?” He asks me catching me off guard. “Are you happy with Gerard?” He asks me and I nod.

“Immensely.” I reply and he nods back.

“Then that’s enough.” He says and I frown in confusion. “Just let me be. Okay honey.” He says wrapping his arm around me and I nod reluctantly. I mean maybe Bobs going through a mid-life crisis… Well maybe not mid-life, maybe quarter life? I wasn’t sure what it would be called but I know it has to have something to do with his parents. I mean his dad leaving his mom like that… I bet it fucked him up… turned him off to relationships… Maybe he's just scared… Yeah I bet that’s it. That’s why he's slutting around and wont get serious with anyone. He's afraid…

Well, that’s no problem. I'm gonna help him… whether he likes it or not. I will help him… Just not now… Fuck. I've gotta get changed, Gerard's gonna be back soon.

“Okay Bobby I’ll drop it for now.” I say jumping up off the bed and pulling my terry cloth shorts down.

“Holy shit!” Bob cries out. ”What are you doing?!’ He yells out as I step out of my shorts.

“I'm getting changed.” I say stepping into my jeans and he looks up at the ceiling cursing under his breath a little. “What?” I laugh. “Chrissy’s in the fucking bathroom Bob!” I say pulling a bra out from my drawer. He didn’t answer. Just pressed his lips together and stared up at the ceiling. I turned my back to him and took off my tank top and finished getting dressed quickly with my back to him. “I'm done now! You can look.” I tease reaching over and jabbing him in the stomach and he turned his face to me and shook his head a little.

“Elle.” He sighs.

“What?” I reply.

“You're fucking…” He just looked at me.

“What?” I ask. He just looked at me like he wasn’t sure what to say. “What is this cause of what Mikey said?” I say and Bob diverted his eyes from mine. “Aw Mikey's a fucking little bitch Bob.” I say and Bob rubbed the back of his neck a little and didn’t answer me. “Don’t listen to him.” I say and Bob sighs a little.

“Elle-“ Bob starts to say and I cut him off jumping back up on to the bed next to him.

“No Mikey just being Mikey.” I say and Bob shifted away from me slightly. “Sometimes I think he thinks he's the older brother.” I say and Bob laughs.

“Yeah but.” Bob tries to say but I wont let him talk.

“No Bob seriously Mikey just… he's fucking crazy you know!” I say getting a little worked up. “I mean there's NOTHING between us. I know that, you know that. Gerard knows that.” I say and Bob reached over for the cigarettes on my nightstand exhaling a little as he pulled one out. “And Gerard has no problem with us being friends.” I tell Bob as he lights one up. He holds it out for me and I shake my head no as I get up off the bed and head towards my shoeboxes. “In fact he said he's glad we’re close.” I say when Bob still doesn’t say anything.

“He what?” Bob finally speaks up.

“He said he's glad we’re friends.” I tell Bob and he grins.

“He said that?” Bob asks and I nod.

“Yeah.” I say pulling out my boots and slipping them on. “He knows how I feel about you.” I tell Bob and he looks over at me.

“How is that Elle?” He says lowering his voice down.

“I love you Bob. Gerard knows that.” I say and Bob licked his lip a little and just looked at me. “And Gerard loves you too.” I say and Bob grins. “He may not admit it, but he loves you too.” I laugh as I start to brush my hair. “Mmm up or down.” I say glancing over at Bob.

“What?” He says a little confused.

“My hair- up or down?” I repeat.

“I don’t know.” He says and I stare at him intently till he answers. “Up.” He finally says and I frown. “Then leave it fucking down.” He grumbles and I nod. “Why the fuck do you ask if you know what you want?” He says and I shrug putting the hairbrush down.

“I don’t know.” I tell him and he makes a face at me. “Aw looks like Mr. B’s back.” I say catching a glimpse of my truck coming down the block.

“What?” Bob says looking out the window trying to figure out what I was talking about.

“Oh nothing.” I say giggling to myself.

“Mr. B?” Bob asks watching Gerard park through the window. He didn’t get it. How could he? But the face he was making trying to figure it out was just too cute.

“Yeah ‘Mr. Bossy’.” I laugh and Bob smiles. “Don’t tell him I said that!” I cry out and Bob smiles evilly. “Bob!” I cry out and his smile grows. “Bob!” I insist again and he laughs as I swat at him. “Promise me.” I cry out and he grabs me in his arms and pulls me towards him as I flailed my arms at him.

“Stop.” He tells me pulling me tighter to him.

“Promise.” I whine struggling against him. I lost my balance and kinda toppled over. Bob tried to steady me but he tipped over too and we fell onto the bed. He was crushing me too.

“Fuck you okay?” He asks lifting himself off me slightly. “Elle?” he says a little panicked when I didn’t answer him. I just quickly pulled my self out from under him and climbed up on top of him, pinning him down on the bed.

“Promise me.” I say threateningly and he laughed.

“Shit, I thought you were hurt.” He says and I press my knee harder into his stomach. “Aw fuck!” He groans in pain as I press even harder. “I promise!” He yells out in pain. “You’re a fucking psycho chick, you know that right.” He laughs and I do to.

Suddenly the door to my room opens and I look up from Bob. I was practically straddling him in my bed. My hair was kinda messy and my shirt a little crumpled from the fall. I look up and my eyes lock with those of a very pissed looking Way brother…