Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > I'll Be Here. Ready To Take That Bullet.
Second chapter! When I start fic.s I usually update them every other day but sometimes it'll be everyday. =) If I leave I'll just post a new chapter saying that I'll be leaving for a little while. Anywho, enjoy the new chapter!
-Finch
FRANK'S POV:
I went to sleep as soon as Gerard left the room. He gives good goodnight kissed, better than my parents at least. For some reason I woke up early, maybe it was the rucus coming from the rest of the bus? It was surprisingly hard to get up this morning, I was so comfy. I lifted my head and stared around the room, everyone was up already. Sometimes it bothered me that no one gets me up, other times I'm perfectly fine with it. Upon getting up I realized that I had slept in my clothes last night, I must have been really tired. As soon as I opened the door I hear the noise in the bus stop, curious. As I walked forward to the rest of the bus I noticed that Gerard and Bob had been drawing pictures of me with a little pink crown on, doing all sorts of things. I sat down next to Bob as he tried to hide the pictures by resting his elbow on them and looking at me,
"Hey there Frankie!" He said, grinning a fake, wide, 'I'm-hiding-something' smile.
I just stared at him, my eyelids lowered. My hands found there way up on the table, where they rested for a split second before shoving Bob into the wall. It wasn't a strong shove, just a little push. Bob's head knocked against the wall gently,
"Ow! Jerkface." He said, rubbing his head. It hadn't hurt that bad, he just loved to overreact about things. Then I realized I had almost forgotten about Gerard(who had been sitting there silently watching us, a smile on his face). Immediatly I turned and lay my arms across the table, my head resting on them like a little puppy. MY eyes wandered up to Gee's and I looked at him with the cutest smile I could pull off. Gerard smiled and flicked my nose,
"Goodmorning Princess." His smile was now an evil smirk.
"Goodmorning Prince." I said back to him. I got up now, I was rather hungry and no one had bothered to make breakfast. Gerard got up and followed me into the kitchen where we both looked around. Ray was sleeping on the floor. There were cooking supplies out on the counter. Apparently he had tried to make breakfast then fell asleep. Ray, Ray, Ray. I crouched down next to him, my knees popping gently. Ray groaned as I shook him, the kitchen was too small for two people plus a sleeping Ray. He quickly jolted up, knocking his head against mine, sending me backwards into Gerard.
"Aghh..." I moaned as I held my forehead.
Just then Bob peeked in the kitchen,
"Karma, Frank, karma." He laughed to himself and waved to Gerard.
I put a hand on my forehead, feeling something slimey. When I brought my hand back down I saw my blood covered fingers. Gerard had obviously saw my blood and he hastily lifted me up and over to the sink. I closed my eyes as he washed my forehead with a wet paper towel, the water trickling down my face. As soon as he had cleaned up most of the blood he threw the paper towel away and washed his hands. By the time we were all done Ray had found his way up, hoisting himself with the help of the counter,
"Goodmorning Gerard, Frank." He said, saluting us. I gave a smile and waved back, as did Gerard.
Just when I thought we were done messing with my forhead Gerard spun me around, now I was staring straight at him.
"One more thing Frankie." He said, his grin spreading from ear to ear.
I could only tilt my head at him. Damn those beautiful eyes. Why am I thinking about this? His eyes shouldn't matter. Like I said, he's my best friend... and he's.. Gerard! The thought had dissapeared from my mind as soon as Gerard planted a soft kiss on my forehead.
"There. All better!" He said, that same smile lighting up his face.
When you're faced with the most adorable guy in the universe who just happens to have the best personality, you really can't help but smile. And it's not just that happy smile, it's that fluttery smile. You know when there's that one person you like and as soon as you share a moment you smile like an idiot everytime you think about it? I smiled like that. That stupid, idiot smile.
Gerard chose to ignore it I guess, because he then turned around and started to make toast. Part of me was happy, happy that I didn't have to feel that way about him anymore. But another part of me was hoping that... I don't know. Hoping that he would ki-WAIT. Nononono! NO! NO FRANK NO! Gerard remember? Gerard?
GERARD'S POV:
When Frank gets an injury, it's pretty damn cute. I couldn't help myself but to give him a little peck on the forehead after cleaning him up a bit. Frank was now making "Eggs" Benedict, which was really some fancy tofu recipe he had gotten offline. Sometimes it's a pain to cook for that guy, but I support him no matter what. I'm already done buttering the toast and putting all of the toast on a plate, and Frank's still trying to manage with his recipe. I pretended like I was doing something so I could watch his cute little habits that get me everytime. He's so determined to make his breakfast, it's just kind of cute. After watching him for a few seconds I decided to go set the toast on the table.
When I'm done setting the table Frank finally comes out and plops some strange vegan food on each of our plates. Where's Mikey anyways? I haven't seen that kid all morning. Oh well.
I called everyone to the table and, like usual, everyone came at their own pace. Frank and I were already done eating when Bob managed to work his way to the table. Mkey came shortly after Bob and Ray... I think Ray was sleeping... again. What's up with that guy? Through my distraction I didn't notice that Frank had dissapeared. Seeing as I didn't want to seem obsessed with him I figured I would go find something else to do. Right as I was about to sit down I noticed the gentle strumming of guitar strings. Frank was warming up to play something. Curiously I turned around and walked to the door of the bunk room, my head leaning on the door gently, it wasn't hard to hear him playing. Right away I recognized the song. We hadn't played the song on stage for so long. Demolition Lovers was a depressing love song, but I missed it none the less. My ears jolted as I hear Frank's sweet voice start to sing. It pretty much melted my heart.
After a few moments of him singing I opened the door and peeked in. I didn't interrupt but I just walked over to him on the floor. He looked up at me a little embarassedd. All I could do was sit down in front of him. It took me a moment but I started to sing where he left off. After a few seconds he shly joined in, singing and strumming along with me.
"I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know just how much you mean to me
And after all the things we put each other through and
I would drive on to the end with you
A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full
And I feel like there's nothing left to do
But prove myself to you and we'll keep it running
But this time, I mean it
I'll let you know just how much you mean to me
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of everything
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold
Until the end, until this pool of blood
Until this, I mean this, I mean this
Until the end of...
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold
But this time, we'll show them
We'll show them all how much we mean
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of every-"
I don't know what came over me but as soon as we sung that note I leaned forward, locking lips with him. I could hear the hollow metal sound as his hand fell from his guitar strings. My hand slipped up his chest and onto his shoulder. Before I knew it my hand was in his hair. Then my tongue was in his mouth. Then he were both panting in between passionate kisses.His hands slunk around my neck and both my hands were now in the back of his head, urging him forward.
We both pulled away, hearing a knock on the bunk room door. My eyes shot back to Frankie, his back was against the wall and he was clutching his guitar to his chest. The shock in his eyes made my skin crawl, all we could do was stare at eachother. Before I knew it Mikey opened the door, figuring that no one was in the room. He walked in and raised one eyebrow, obviously wondering what was going on. My legs worked without my brain, lifting me up and walking me out of the room, pushing Mikey out of my way.
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Wooh! What you've been waiting for! =D Some actual Ferard! Hope you like it. I might just post the next chapter tonight. xD Haha. I don't have much to do and I'm staying up with a friend all night anyways. REVIEW OR I'M NOT POSTING ANOTHEr CHAPTER. AGH.
-Finch
-Finch
FRANK'S POV:
I went to sleep as soon as Gerard left the room. He gives good goodnight kissed, better than my parents at least. For some reason I woke up early, maybe it was the rucus coming from the rest of the bus? It was surprisingly hard to get up this morning, I was so comfy. I lifted my head and stared around the room, everyone was up already. Sometimes it bothered me that no one gets me up, other times I'm perfectly fine with it. Upon getting up I realized that I had slept in my clothes last night, I must have been really tired. As soon as I opened the door I hear the noise in the bus stop, curious. As I walked forward to the rest of the bus I noticed that Gerard and Bob had been drawing pictures of me with a little pink crown on, doing all sorts of things. I sat down next to Bob as he tried to hide the pictures by resting his elbow on them and looking at me,
"Hey there Frankie!" He said, grinning a fake, wide, 'I'm-hiding-something' smile.
I just stared at him, my eyelids lowered. My hands found there way up on the table, where they rested for a split second before shoving Bob into the wall. It wasn't a strong shove, just a little push. Bob's head knocked against the wall gently,
"Ow! Jerkface." He said, rubbing his head. It hadn't hurt that bad, he just loved to overreact about things. Then I realized I had almost forgotten about Gerard(who had been sitting there silently watching us, a smile on his face). Immediatly I turned and lay my arms across the table, my head resting on them like a little puppy. MY eyes wandered up to Gee's and I looked at him with the cutest smile I could pull off. Gerard smiled and flicked my nose,
"Goodmorning Princess." His smile was now an evil smirk.
"Goodmorning Prince." I said back to him. I got up now, I was rather hungry and no one had bothered to make breakfast. Gerard got up and followed me into the kitchen where we both looked around. Ray was sleeping on the floor. There were cooking supplies out on the counter. Apparently he had tried to make breakfast then fell asleep. Ray, Ray, Ray. I crouched down next to him, my knees popping gently. Ray groaned as I shook him, the kitchen was too small for two people plus a sleeping Ray. He quickly jolted up, knocking his head against mine, sending me backwards into Gerard.
"Aghh..." I moaned as I held my forehead.
Just then Bob peeked in the kitchen,
"Karma, Frank, karma." He laughed to himself and waved to Gerard.
I put a hand on my forehead, feeling something slimey. When I brought my hand back down I saw my blood covered fingers. Gerard had obviously saw my blood and he hastily lifted me up and over to the sink. I closed my eyes as he washed my forehead with a wet paper towel, the water trickling down my face. As soon as he had cleaned up most of the blood he threw the paper towel away and washed his hands. By the time we were all done Ray had found his way up, hoisting himself with the help of the counter,
"Goodmorning Gerard, Frank." He said, saluting us. I gave a smile and waved back, as did Gerard.
Just when I thought we were done messing with my forhead Gerard spun me around, now I was staring straight at him.
"One more thing Frankie." He said, his grin spreading from ear to ear.
I could only tilt my head at him. Damn those beautiful eyes. Why am I thinking about this? His eyes shouldn't matter. Like I said, he's my best friend... and he's.. Gerard! The thought had dissapeared from my mind as soon as Gerard planted a soft kiss on my forehead.
"There. All better!" He said, that same smile lighting up his face.
When you're faced with the most adorable guy in the universe who just happens to have the best personality, you really can't help but smile. And it's not just that happy smile, it's that fluttery smile. You know when there's that one person you like and as soon as you share a moment you smile like an idiot everytime you think about it? I smiled like that. That stupid, idiot smile.
Gerard chose to ignore it I guess, because he then turned around and started to make toast. Part of me was happy, happy that I didn't have to feel that way about him anymore. But another part of me was hoping that... I don't know. Hoping that he would ki-WAIT. Nononono! NO! NO FRANK NO! Gerard remember? Gerard?
GERARD'S POV:
When Frank gets an injury, it's pretty damn cute. I couldn't help myself but to give him a little peck on the forehead after cleaning him up a bit. Frank was now making "Eggs" Benedict, which was really some fancy tofu recipe he had gotten offline. Sometimes it's a pain to cook for that guy, but I support him no matter what. I'm already done buttering the toast and putting all of the toast on a plate, and Frank's still trying to manage with his recipe. I pretended like I was doing something so I could watch his cute little habits that get me everytime. He's so determined to make his breakfast, it's just kind of cute. After watching him for a few seconds I decided to go set the toast on the table.
When I'm done setting the table Frank finally comes out and plops some strange vegan food on each of our plates. Where's Mikey anyways? I haven't seen that kid all morning. Oh well.
I called everyone to the table and, like usual, everyone came at their own pace. Frank and I were already done eating when Bob managed to work his way to the table. Mkey came shortly after Bob and Ray... I think Ray was sleeping... again. What's up with that guy? Through my distraction I didn't notice that Frank had dissapeared. Seeing as I didn't want to seem obsessed with him I figured I would go find something else to do. Right as I was about to sit down I noticed the gentle strumming of guitar strings. Frank was warming up to play something. Curiously I turned around and walked to the door of the bunk room, my head leaning on the door gently, it wasn't hard to hear him playing. Right away I recognized the song. We hadn't played the song on stage for so long. Demolition Lovers was a depressing love song, but I missed it none the less. My ears jolted as I hear Frank's sweet voice start to sing. It pretty much melted my heart.
After a few moments of him singing I opened the door and peeked in. I didn't interrupt but I just walked over to him on the floor. He looked up at me a little embarassedd. All I could do was sit down in front of him. It took me a moment but I started to sing where he left off. After a few seconds he shly joined in, singing and strumming along with me.
"I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know just how much you mean to me
And after all the things we put each other through and
I would drive on to the end with you
A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full
And I feel like there's nothing left to do
But prove myself to you and we'll keep it running
But this time, I mean it
I'll let you know just how much you mean to me
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of everything
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold
Until the end, until this pool of blood
Until this, I mean this, I mean this
Until the end of...
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold
But this time, we'll show them
We'll show them all how much we mean
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of every-"
I don't know what came over me but as soon as we sung that note I leaned forward, locking lips with him. I could hear the hollow metal sound as his hand fell from his guitar strings. My hand slipped up his chest and onto his shoulder. Before I knew it my hand was in his hair. Then my tongue was in his mouth. Then he were both panting in between passionate kisses.His hands slunk around my neck and both my hands were now in the back of his head, urging him forward.
We both pulled away, hearing a knock on the bunk room door. My eyes shot back to Frankie, his back was against the wall and he was clutching his guitar to his chest. The shock in his eyes made my skin crawl, all we could do was stare at eachother. Before I knew it Mikey opened the door, figuring that no one was in the room. He walked in and raised one eyebrow, obviously wondering what was going on. My legs worked without my brain, lifting me up and walking me out of the room, pushing Mikey out of my way.
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Wooh! What you've been waiting for! =D Some actual Ferard! Hope you like it. I might just post the next chapter tonight. xD Haha. I don't have much to do and I'm staying up with a friend all night anyways. REVIEW OR I'M NOT POSTING ANOTHEr CHAPTER. AGH.
-Finch
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