Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Secrets of the heart
After weeks of Frank looking after me, waiting on me hand and foot and cooking everything for me (well, burning it and calling it Cajun) I finally had my cast off and I was waiting for Frankie to hurry up and pack ready for the tour.
“Hurry up!” I groaned, bending and flexing my newly freed leg as I watched my jump on his suitcase and try to shut it, a trick he learnt from me.
“Mikey! Help!” He squeaked and I rolled my eyes, crossing the room from my bed and smirking at the guys who were watching the show and trying to hold back giggles.
“Okay.” I sighed, straddling him from behind and sitting on his ass, causing him to let out a cute squeak and his ears to flush red.
“Mikey?” He whispered and I hummed lightly.
“You wanted help, didn’t you?” I asked and he nodded, so I bounced on him lightly. “Still not shutting?” I questioned and he shook his head. So I bounced harder a few times and reached over him, teasingly pressing myself against his back as I clasped the suitcase shut.
“Done.” I said, jumping up quickly as he pulled himself off the case, looking flustered.
“Right… umm, let’s go.” He said quickly, grabbing his messenger bag and guitar case and dragging everything down the stairs. He really is one of a kind that boy.
“You tease, Michael.” Gerard snickered in my ear as we made our way down to the bus which was parked outside my NJ house and looking very out of place, what with it being bright red and all.
“I wonder where he got it from.” Ray added in sarcastically, rolling his eyes at us both as we dumped our luggage in the under compartment to the bus and climbed up the steps.
“Where’s our first show?” Bob asked, throwing himself on the squashy blue sofa in the front room and patting random drum beats on his legs.
“London.” Frank squealed excitedly, running over to me and tackling my skinny frame to the ground.
“Hey!” I squeaked, giggling as his calloused fingers began tickling me roughly.
“Ha! Mikey mouse is ticklish!” Frank snorted, laughing himself as I squirmed and cried out, my eyes streaming and fogging up my glasses I was laughing that much.
“Okay, okay. Save your energy for later.” Ray said and Frank jumped off me, trying to hold back giggles as he raised an eyebrow at the elder guitarist.
“Not like that! For the show! Mind. Out. Of. Gutter! Now!” Ray ordered, his facial expression making me giggle harder as Frank made a mocking salute.
“Sir, yes sir!” He barked before collapsing next to me on the floor in yet another round of helpless giggles as the bus pulled away.
*Sorry that it took so long to update and I promise that this story will improve soon and I will try and update as soon as I can but I've got a lot of hectic shit going on at the moment and my whole life is one big chaotic mess that I seem to have no control of. Let's just say that people dying and ex girlfriends turning up drags a lot of skeletons out of the closet you never wanted to fucking see ever again. So I apologise in advance for the possible lack of updates and crappy chapters but I will try my best, I promise.
“Hurry up!” I groaned, bending and flexing my newly freed leg as I watched my jump on his suitcase and try to shut it, a trick he learnt from me.
“Mikey! Help!” He squeaked and I rolled my eyes, crossing the room from my bed and smirking at the guys who were watching the show and trying to hold back giggles.
“Okay.” I sighed, straddling him from behind and sitting on his ass, causing him to let out a cute squeak and his ears to flush red.
“Mikey?” He whispered and I hummed lightly.
“You wanted help, didn’t you?” I asked and he nodded, so I bounced on him lightly. “Still not shutting?” I questioned and he shook his head. So I bounced harder a few times and reached over him, teasingly pressing myself against his back as I clasped the suitcase shut.
“Done.” I said, jumping up quickly as he pulled himself off the case, looking flustered.
“Right… umm, let’s go.” He said quickly, grabbing his messenger bag and guitar case and dragging everything down the stairs. He really is one of a kind that boy.
“You tease, Michael.” Gerard snickered in my ear as we made our way down to the bus which was parked outside my NJ house and looking very out of place, what with it being bright red and all.
“I wonder where he got it from.” Ray added in sarcastically, rolling his eyes at us both as we dumped our luggage in the under compartment to the bus and climbed up the steps.
“Where’s our first show?” Bob asked, throwing himself on the squashy blue sofa in the front room and patting random drum beats on his legs.
“London.” Frank squealed excitedly, running over to me and tackling my skinny frame to the ground.
“Hey!” I squeaked, giggling as his calloused fingers began tickling me roughly.
“Ha! Mikey mouse is ticklish!” Frank snorted, laughing himself as I squirmed and cried out, my eyes streaming and fogging up my glasses I was laughing that much.
“Okay, okay. Save your energy for later.” Ray said and Frank jumped off me, trying to hold back giggles as he raised an eyebrow at the elder guitarist.
“Not like that! For the show! Mind. Out. Of. Gutter! Now!” Ray ordered, his facial expression making me giggle harder as Frank made a mocking salute.
“Sir, yes sir!” He barked before collapsing next to me on the floor in yet another round of helpless giggles as the bus pulled away.
*Sorry that it took so long to update and I promise that this story will improve soon and I will try and update as soon as I can but I've got a lot of hectic shit going on at the moment and my whole life is one big chaotic mess that I seem to have no control of. Let's just say that people dying and ex girlfriends turning up drags a lot of skeletons out of the closet you never wanted to fucking see ever again. So I apologise in advance for the possible lack of updates and crappy chapters but I will try my best, I promise.
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