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I splashed up the unnecessarily long drive way as the rain pelted down on to me. Not even that exercise was worth it, I thought as I flew through the door and raced upstairs for the shower. I was absolutely soaked and looked like crap and I only had about two and a half hours until Frank was picking me up. Shit! Frank didn't even know where I lived! I turned the shower on and then grabbed my ph to text Frank my address. Relieved that we had exchanged numbers. I then jumped straight into the shower.
I decided to go casual and just wear my black Nirvana t shirt, some black skinny jeans with my black and white Converse and my black and red stripy arm warmers. I then re did my eyeliner and put my hair into pig tails.
By the time I had finished, Andrew and Marian were both home from work. I forgot that I'd need their permission. It was 5 45. I raced downstairs. I was scared to ask, but it'd be better to ask before he showed up. They were both in the lounge watching a movie to pass the dreary time. I couldn't get over how cliché their lives were.
“Oh hello, Jes. We haven't seen you all afternoon! How was school? Make any new friends?”
“It was okay. And yeah, I did. In fact, they wanted me to go hang out with them tonight, if that;d be okay? I'll be back before 10.”
The couple looked at eachother with straight faces. “Uh, sure. What're your friends name? What're you guys gonna do?”
“Frank, Gerard, Mikey, Ray and Bob- They're a band and they're into the same kinda stuff I am. And Frank told me we were just gonna watch some movies.”
A car horn tooted outside- Probably Frank.
“Okay. That must be your friend now. Do you want me to pick you up?”
No, it's okay- Frank will drop me off.”
“Okay. Be safe!” Andrew yelled after me as I ran out the door and to the car, trying not to get totally rain raped again.
“Nice weather we're having, isn't it?” Frank said sarcastically.
“Oh it's beautiful! Perfect for tanning!” We both laughed. And then it went awkward. Being alone in a car at night time with someone you hardly knew would definitely put you on edge. The inside of Frank's car was a typical guys car. The back seat was covered on crap and the car smelt a bit off. Frank pulled out a cigarette. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all.” He would down his window, letting little droplets of rain fly into the car. He leant over and turned on the radio, Nirvana blasting through the speakers. “Oh fuck yes!” I said out loud and started moshing in the car. I could see Frank smiling over at me from out of the corner of my eye. I couldn't help but think about how cute he was.
“How much further until we get to Gerard's?” I asked over the loud music.
“Well considering you guys live pretty much polar opposite to eachother, it'll be about 10 minutes.”
I turned the music down and thumped back into the chair. Frank had finished his cigarette and wound the window back up.
“What's with the arm warmers all the time?” He said, suspiciously, touching my arm warmer. I pulled away. Too quickly. Fuck.
“It's cold.. All the time!” I said sillily, hoping he'd shrug it off.
“Okay, so I'll turn all the heating in the car up so then you can take them off, yeah?”
“What if I don't want to?”
“Why wouldn't you want to?” He said in a dead serious tone.
“Just shut the fuck up and keep driving.” I turned so I was looking out the window into the dark, raining sky. I knew so little about this new town and had been pretty much nowhere. Maybe someone would show me around town. At the moment, not Frank.
“I'm sorry..” Came a soft voice from next to me. I ignored him. A few moments later I got text.
Frank: I'm sorry.
I looked over at him and he had his full focus on the road, but as I stared at him longer, he broke his straight face and smiled. I couldn't help but smile too, but I then went back to ignoring him. The car began to slow down and Frank pulled over to a stop.
“Are we there now?” I asked, a bit confused.
“No, but you have to accept my apology!”
“What if I don't wanna accept your apology?
“Then we don't get to Gerard's.” He said simply.
“Frank!”
“Yes?”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine! I accept your apology.”
“You have to mean it!”
I looked at him sincerely. “Frank, I accept your apology.”
“And now we hug it off.”
“Oh my Godfathers, is that really necessary?”
“Do you wanna get to Gerard and Mikey's or not?”
I unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned over to give him a hug. Unlike his car, Frank smelt surprizingly good. It wasn't so much that he smelt good- It was more or less that he smelt comfortable. The hug probably lasted longer than either of us had planned and even in realizing that I didn't wanna let go. This was the first hug I had had in a very lengthy, unthinkable amount of time. I felt Frank's arms tighten around me and he whispered in my ear, “You can talk to me about it anytime- Whenever you're ready.” I snuggled into him, but I knew that we had to go now.

"Wait here- I'll go get some towels." Mikey ran off up the hallway still having a laughing fit, leaving Frank and I wet and shivering in the landing. You'd think we'd still be pretty dry considering the small run from the car to the Way's porch, but funnily enough I had to be the retard and trip, not while I was running to the house, but as I got out of the car. And of course it was right into a massive puddle that I probably could have drowned in, considering my stupidity, if Frank hadn't come round to help me up. Which would have worked out better if I hadn't flung my leg out in a pathetic attempt to get up, tripping Frank over- Sending him down into the puddle with me. At that moment I accepted that I would probably die even more from embarrassment, considering I was hanging out with people I had only just met. I was good at first impressions like that, since I arrived back in America. I turned to Frank, my face still burning like the sun. "Once again, I am so fucking sorry- I'm the clumsiest bitch you'll ever meet. You have the choice to ditch me now before I possibly kill you." He just laughed at me, probably more because I looked like a tomato that had been dropped into a pool.
"It's okay- Honestly! And you don't have to be sorry- It was my fault I tripped over your leg."
The image of him tripping over my leg replayed in my mind and I just looked down and cringed.
Mikey came back and automatically went back into hysterics when I saw us again. He managed to catch his breath though. "Here you go. We're downstairs in Gerard's room tonight."
Frank and I dried ourselves as much as we could and I followed him downstairs into Gerard's room.
Gerard's room was a perfect reflection of him. It was dark and there was only a small window that allowed daylight in. There was a desk on one side of the room, covered in paper and CD's and comics. On the other side was a TV and a long sofa that was right infront of his bed and facing the TV. All settled on the sofa was Gerard, Bob and Ray and Mikey was sitting on a bean bag on the floor. Everyone turned and looked at us like we were painted purple.
"Uhh.." Gerard began, but Frank cut in, "Long story short-we got wet..". He was obviously looking out for me, so I wouldn't explode like the sun is supposed to in however many of billions of years.
"I see..." Gerard said with a chuckle. That little chuckle obviously was everyone elses cue to start pissing themselves. Gerard got up and came over to us, leaving the others to continue wetting themselves.
"Want some spare clothes, Frank? Sorry, Jes- I don't have any chick clothes... I could lend you a t shirt?"
"That would be amazing!" My clothes were sticking to me like glue and it was hell uncomfortable. Even if it was just a dry t shirt, I would be totally happy. He threw me an over-sized Misfits t shirt from his drawer. "You can go get changed in the bathroom." And he pointed over to a door beside the TV.
My body was still wet and I tried my best to dry it with my almost completely soaked towel. The t shirt was about a bajillion times too big and I could've even taken my jeans off and worn it as a dress, but I decided not to, considering I had no shorts to wear underneath and I would be in a room full of teenage guys. Before I left the bathroom, I took out a small sheet of pills and popped four. Usually I'd be a good girl and only pop to four to stay chill, but considering how the night had panned out so far.. I swallowed each pill and then exited the room.
Frank must have changed in Gerard's room while I was busy drying myself like a bitch, and he was sitting on the floor against the couch space inbetween Gerard's legs and he patted the spot next to him for me to go and sit.
"I'll go get some drinks and shit- Any requests?" Mikey asked everyone and they guys fired back a whole bunch of things that probably wouldn't even be in the house. "Okay so I'll just bring down all the bottles or soda and some popcorn and lollies? Cool." And he took off upstairs.
Frank felt my arm warmers, "Why don't you take them off? They're soaked!"
I gave him a look that said, "Are you truly that stupid?"
"I wont say anything. It'll be dark when the movie starts anyway. You might get sick if you keep them on."
I already was sick. But it could only be cured by weed, alcohol and presription medication.
"Maybe." I moved onto Mikey's bean bag.
"Noooo! Come back!" Frank whined like a little girl and stretched his arm out to me dramatically.
"You're so lazy!" Gerard giggled.
"No, well all know he justs likes to be close to your nuts." Ray said with a wink.
"Oh of course." I said nodding my head as if what Ray said had explained so much.
Gerard and Frank both went bright red, which sparked a bit of concern in my brain, and also across my face. Were the oh-so-sexy Gerard Way and Frank Iero gay?! I knew it was too good to be true!
Frank noticed the concern in my look and his eyes went wide, and his face went completely red that it blended in with his red eyeliner.
"It was ONE time!" Frank explained. My eyes widened more, not quite understanding what was going on. I looked over at Ray for him to explain.
"Let's just say there was an *accidental* collision of Frank's mouth to Gerard's co-"
"Oh please don't say it, Ray! You might scare the poor child!" Frank butted in. He then looked me dead in the eyes, "I'm not gay."
I fell forward out of the bean bag and started literally ROFL'ing. Mikey walked back into the room with out snacks and a look of shock horror.
"Is she okay?" He even sounded a bit concerned.
I sat up, panting, trying to catch my breathe to talk. "I..I.." I fell back into hysterics. There truly was something wrong with me.
"Is there someone we call call....?" Mikey said jokingly, but with a serious voice.
I sat up again,readying myself for another attempt to talk. "I'm.. I'm.. Sorry- Is there, like, weed or something in the air? This usually happens when I'm stoned.." I laughed again, but I didn't fall to the floor. "But seriously Frank, you're so cute! You should've seen your face when you said you weren't gay!" He went an even brighter shade of bright red as I ROFL'ed again.
"Shut up!!" He said in a whiny voice again.
I tried to collect myself as Bob put in the DVD and the lights were turned off. I ended up back in my original spot next to Frank who was comfortably settled between Gerard's legs. I giggled. "STILL?!" Frank was truly embarrassed and was getting fed up. He moved over and pulled me over next to him. Now I was inbetween Gerard's legs. I rubbed Gerard's legs sexually and looked over at Frank. "You jealous?"
He jumped up with a huff, "I'm going for a cigarette."and walked out of the room.
I tilted my head right back and looked up at Gerard. "He's mad, isn't he?" I said with a pouty face.
"I'm gonna take a guess and say yes.." He said it like it was really obvious, and it was. But there was just something off about the way he responded.
"Should I go apologize?"
"Maybe not right now. BUT you should come with me to get some more snacks from the kitchen- You can pick something to eat." The movie had started, so his voice turned into a whisper and we quietly ducked out of the room and upstairs.
I skipped to a cupboard above the counter that I assumed contained food. I inspected it's contents carefully like I was Sherlock Holmes. "What would you reccomend to eat, Watson?" I questioned Gerard with an English accent and giggled.
"What did you take?" Gerard ignored my question and had on a Mr. Serious voice.
"What are you talking about?" I laughed at him. I had just realized what he was talking about though. The pills. I had forgotten that I'd taken them. I wasn't going to let in though.
He came right up to me, pretty much stapling me to the counter. "You're so out of it!" He laughed. "Like, there's no point tryna deny it- It's that obvious."
I just turned back to the cupboard. I wanted something to eat. There was a box of honey puffs on the very top shelf and I wanted them. I stretched up and I could feel that Gerard was still behind. He put his hands on my waist, pulling me down and I smirked. Just 'cause I was out of it, didn't mean I was going to be easy. I just stood with my head down, hiding my smirk and I tapped my fingers on the bench as he slid his hands down around to my thighs. He rubbed up and down and evetually stopped at my pockets. He reached into my pocket and quickly pulled out the packet and took a step back. I turned around sharply and he just stood there fanning the packet with a satisfied grin and a look that said "Gonna tell me I'm wrong now?"
I stood with my mouth gapping. I was trying to find something to say. I definitely couldn't deny anything now. But now Gerard would probably be on my case just as much as Frank. "Okay- You're right. I'm totally fucked off my nut. Happy? But seriously, there's nothing you can do now.."
"Not now, but I can surely keep these for later.." He couldn't do that!
"Hey! I worked hard to convince the doctor to prescribe something that strong- Get your own!"
"Strong? Sweetie, this is baby candy!"
What was Gerard saying? He's was probably about to let off something he'd regret..
I gave him a sly look. "You got something strong?"
A look of regret flashed across his face, but that's all it was. A flash. He had to keep his cool, considering he was more in control than I was. "Nothing for you." He said with a wink.
"I didn't ask if you had any for me, I just asked if you had anything stronger!"
He was about to reply, when Frank came into the kitchen. "What's up, guys?" He had a look of suspition on his face.
"Oh, we've come back up for more snacks! And Gerard was just about to..." I realized my pills that Gerard was still waving around in his hand. ".. Get me some panadol 'cause I'm starting to get a headache, considering how much I was laughing, I'm surprized my head hasn't exploded!"
"So you're finished laughing?"
"For now.." I said winking at him, but his blank expression said that he clearly wasn't in the mood for joking around. "Yes, I'm finished, okay? And you need to stop taking things so hard- I don't care if you're gay or you're bi sexual or whatever else you could be. I mean, it's not like we're dating...."
Clearly un able to respond to that, he changed the subject. "Gonna take that panadol? I don't want to take home a Jes in pain- You're parents would never let you out with me again!"
"You don't wanna take home a coma'd Jes either.." Gerard quietly snuck into the conversation.
"What?"
"I say nothing!" Gerard said in an Italian accent.
"You're a dick." I said bluntly.
"And I swear I've never been spoken to so charmingly be someone who's never even been in my house before."
"That'd be because no one would want to come to your house?"
"Ouch." Frank said with a wince. Gerard just stood silent hiding under his hair. Okay, maybe that was really mean of me, considering how everyone treated him at school.
"Fuck." I muttered. "You should probably take me home now." I told Frank. I knew I'd turn tonight into shit and I didn't want to wreck it even more. Frank looked over at Gerard. "You heard her." He said, and then walked out- Almost ran out. Frank leaned again the counter with his arms folded across his chest.
"Before you start, I know that that last thing I said was harsh. And I take it back."
"Don't tell me. Tell Gerard." He sounded like a father or something. I would say he sounded like my father, but I didn't exactly have a real one..
"He's real pissed at me. I'll tell him tomorrow at school if he'll let me get close at all.."
"Okay. My keys are down stairs and I gotta tell the other guys we're off, so just wait here."
"You can come back after you drop me off?"
"It might be a bit late to come back by the time I've dropped you off..." He winked at me as he walked out of the room.
He had other plans now, did he? Hope it didn't begin with a vulnerable Jes and end with a ditch. No, of course he wasn't gonna rape me! I was always so paranoid about rape when I was high.
"You're definitely not going home until these have worn off." Frank threw my half empty packet of pills onto my lap as he pulled out of the drive.
"Uhgg, Gerard honestly is such a dick! I mean, when he's all alone at school I'm just like, heart broken, but seriously!"
"By what he told me, it sounds like he was just looking out for you."
"I don't need looking out for."
"You sure?"
"Yep." I said confidently.
"So if I just dropped you off about here, on the side of the road, you'd be able to find you're way home alive?"
"Yep." I had found my way home in the pouring, dark night many times before, but of course New Zealand was no where near as big as America.
Frank pulled over. "Out then."
I was completely shocked that he would actually leave me in the middle of nowhere in the pouring rain at about 9pm. But I wasn't going to give in. And I'd sure as hell be able to find my way home. If I wasn't high.. "Fine!" I got out of the car and started walking quickly straight ahead, as the rain became heavier and heavier, almost like thousands of little BB bullets pelting me. I was only about ten steps ahead of the car but already absolutely drenched through. A sharp tug spun me around and my first paranoid instinct was for it to be a rapist who had been waiting for me in a bush a little way in front of the car. But it wasn't. It was Frank. Now he was absolutely soaked to the bone like me. I really wasn't doing any good for him. "I'm sorry- I didn't actually think you'd get out and start walking." He yelled over the rain.
"And I didn't actually think you'd pull over and tell me to get out. But you did." I yelled back.
I think he actually felt really bad for what he did and he pulled me in close and I wrapped my arms around him. Even though he was soaked, he was still warm and he still had the same comfortable smell, mixed with the smell of rain. He must've realized that we had been standing in the pelting rain and he grabbed my hand and guided me back to the car with him.
"Fuck, I'm sorry for getting you wet again. And you're seats are gonna need some drying..." I wiped my wet hair out of face and looked at how wet I was. "I'm probably gonna be so sick tomorrow!"
"And so will I! I could bring around some soup and then we could watch tragic midday soap opera's and be sick together."
"Ha! You might as well just ask me to be your girlfriend already!" I blurted out with a laugh. I wasn't quite sure if it was the sane Jes or the high Jes that thought it'd be a good idea to say that, but Frank really wasn't making his moves subtle!
"What?!" He said as if he had no idea what I was on about but then I could see him blush and he ducked his head, smiling.
"I don't know- I'm high, remember?"
The car was silent but loud with our silly smiles and intent thoughts. After almost five minutes of silence, Frank lifte his head back up. "What would you say if I did?"
"If you asked me to be your girlfriend? Well first off, I'm still high, therefore anything I say is instantly invalid."
"True." He said with a small sigh.
I yawned and leaned over to rest my head on his shoulder. "I'm so fucking tired, but I don't wanna go home yet." I mummbled sleepily and closed my eyes.
"I'll probably be brutally murdered if I don't take you home, you do understand that, right?"
"But my house is stupid!"
"Well I hear you're good at faking sicknesses so how 'bout I take you home and so you can have a nice, comfortable sleep in your over-sized princess bed, and then use some of your magic to stay home tomorrow, and then I'll come over and we can go somewhere that's not your 'stupid' house?"
"Uhg, the point is that I don't wanna go home right now, but I'm too tired to argue and it sounds like a good idea. So fine."
Frank pretty much carried my about-to-coma-out body to the front door. "You'll be able to make it to your room alright?" He laughed.
"Hopefully... Thank you so much for tonight- I'm so fucking sorry for ruining it too. Like, I didn't think it could get much worse at first. But it did."
"You should've taken a few more of those pills- You're still really worried about shit! I'll help you sort shit out, yeah?"
"Okay." I hugged him arounf the waist like a little kid. I could've just fell asleep on him right then and there, but I knew I couldn't. As I drowsily peeled my arms from around him I gave him a sift kiss on the cheek. He had earned it. "Goodnight." I said with a smile and went inside. I started trudging my way up the stairs when I heard a voice from behind me. "How was your night, sweetie?" It was Andrew.
I turned around to face him from halfway up the stairs. I really didn't wanna be stuck in conversation with anyone at that point, considering I was about reading to fall down the stairs. "It was good. I'm really tired though- I'm just gonna go straight to bed now."
"Oh, okay. We'll talk more about this tomorrow- Oh my gosh, Jes! I just realized you're dripping wet! What happened? You should really think about jumping into the shower before you go to bed- You'll get sick!"
"Urmfff.." Was all I could manage and I then continued to trudge up to my room and flopped dead on my bed.

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