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Amelia’s POV
I’ve done it I’m finally on the plane to Vancouver, where my dream job awaited me. A tear slide slowly down my cheek, this was going to be an emotional nine months. I fell asleep for the whole plane ride, being woken up by an air steward when we landed. I hurried off the plane to collect my suitcase.
The chaos in the airport make me more anxious to get out of there, I was sweaty and grumpy from being woken up. Opal’s coming to pick me up because I couldn’t remember where she lives.
“Amelia?” I turned around to see Opal running towards me
“Opal” I hugged her “You look great” I smiled
“You look great too, Amelia” She smiled hugging me again
“How was your flight?” She asked putting my case in the trunk of her car
“I slept all the way”
“Just like your father” She laughed as I smiled
“How have you been since I last saw you?” I asked her even though I’d only seen her last week
“My backs bothering me every now and again but other wise I’m great” She smiled, pulling into traffic “How are you, Amelia?” She slide me a look as we turned a corner
“Still getting morning sickness but the doctor says that should stop soon” I smiled, placing my hand over my stomach
“What about the father?” She asked
“Frank? I never told him before I left, just couldn’t bring myself to do it” I sighed
“I always thought he was gay” Opal laughed
“He’s definitely not gay” I smirked as we pulled into her driveway
“Wow, your house looks amazing” I met her for lunch at my hotel so I hadn’t seen the house, I could never remember it looking this good
“Thanks hunny. Just had it made over with some money I won” She smiled, grabbing my case and showing me into the house “I know you’ll like your room, it use to be yours when you came to stay. You remember?”
She pushed open the door to reveal a large room with empty white walls and an en-suite bathroom.
“You can decorate it how you like” Opal spoke to me as I stood in the middle of the room planning out how it would look when I was finished
“Thank you, Opal” I hugged her “For letting me stay here and looking after me”
“Your welcome, Amelia” She replied hugging me back
The doorbell ringing brought out attention to the door of my room.
“That’ll be the movers” Opal smiled rushing from the room “Aren’t you a nice strong man” I heard Opal saying to the mover
“Could you bring my stuff upstairs please” I smiled over the banister at the men as they eyed Opal
Once all the boxes and furniture we’re placed into my room. I was able to finally lie down on top of my bed. Falling asleep was so much easier these days being pregnant. I can’t wait till, I start this new job. I don’t officially get started till next week. I was going to be the main photographer for a new magazine called Music, taking pictures of up and coming bands.
I smiled to myself thinking about all the people that I was going to meet. I place my hand back over my stomach. Before I finally fell into a dreamless sleep whispering that I loved my “bump”
Over the next week, I decorated my bedroom to look practically like my room back in Jersey. I smiled as I made final touches to my photograph wall; group photo’s on the outside, family photo’s next, photo’s of Anna and me then my favourite picture of me and Frank.
I smiled as I rubbed my hand over Frank’s smiling face.
“Miss you” I whispered
I had my first day at work tomorrow I was super excited. Anna had called me earlier to wish me good luck and Frank had emailed me to tell me he missed me and to ask how my week had been.
Two months had past since I moved to Canada and the start of a whole new year had begun, I’d missed Christmas at home as well as a new year celebration that I knew my parents wanted me to come back for. They knew all about me being pregnant but I’d told them it was a stupid one night stand; they didn’t know I was talking about Frank.
I’d just got home from work, it was a hectic day and I was exhausted even thought I’d been sitting at a desk all day going over a photo shoot for the next week that involved a hell of a lot of cake. I’m hungry for cake again; stupid shoot had made me crave my moms chocolate sponge cake.
Sitting slowly onto the bed I looked to my left and smiled at Frank’s picture that was staring back at me.
“Miss you” I whispered kicking my legs up onto the bed, seconds after relaxing into my reclining position my cell phone started ringing.
“Hello?” I answered bringing the receiver to my ear
“Hey sweetie” I smiled hearing my brothers voice
“Hey Gee”
“How are you?” He asked, as I shifted to get more comfortable
“I spoke to you earlier, I’m still fine. I just got home and your disturbing my relaxing time” I smirked as Gerard sighed
“I was calling to ask if you’d thought about what we talked about” Gerard asked, I could just imagine him running his hand through his hair and hear him pick up a packet of cigarettes that he had on the table in front of him
“Gerard, we talked about a lot of things earlier” I quipped, looking down at my chipped nail polish
“Don’t be cute, Amelia” Gerard groaned
“I don’t understand why were talking about this Gerard, its not going to change anything…he doesn’t /love me/” I sighed, kicking off my shoes
“How do you know that?” Gerard asked frustratedly
“Gerard, we’re best friends that made a drunken mistake. We love each other but not in that way”
“You love him, Amelia admit it. You would never have left if you didn’t” Gerard moaned
“NO, I left because a job was waiting for me in Canada and I wasn’t about to pass it up for a relationship that never was” I moaned pushing the comforter down on my bed to get warm
“I know the truth, Amelia” Gerard stated simply
“Believe what you will” I told him dismissively getting ready to hang up
“AMELIA, wait. Look I’m sorry; I just don’t understand why you’re having his baby when you won’t tell him about it”
“It would just complicate our relationship even further than it already is. We slept together once Gerard we’re hardly dating”
“I just think your being selfish” Gerard hissed through gritted teeth
“Of course I am” I groaned “I wanted children Gerard I just never wanted to have them with someone that I don’t love”
“You’re a liar” Gerard hissed again
“I’m sick of this Gee. I can’t stand you accusing me of things I don’t feel and trying to tell me what I should and shouldn’t be doing. I hate you”
“I am right though” He stated simply, cursing loudly
“Fuck off, Gerard” I cried, slamming the phone shut and throwing it across the bed in frustration
There’s no way I was having this fight again with him or talking myself in circles. You can’t go to hell for telling your brother a lie to preserve your own feelings. Can you? Why does he have to be such a dumbass anyway and keep bothering me about Frank?
“I hate you, Gerard” I whispered looking around at my room and sighed. Stop thinking about Frank this instant I berated myself, while trying not to cry. Stupid Gerard, Stupid Frank, Stupid Feelings/. Letting a slow tear roll down my cheek, sniffing loudly and letting it develop into a loud sob./Damn you Gerard.
Frank’s POV
Sighing to myself and rolling over in bed. I’d pretty much been moping around on the bus since Amelia left. I miss her like hell and haven’t been able to make time to go and visit her. Punching the pillow, I felt like screaming at the fact that I hadn’t slept properly since I could remember and I was physically and mentally exhausted yet I still couldn’t get to sleep.
“What the fuck?” I mumbled into the dark, feeling my hand hit something hard between the headboard and the mattress. Reaching over to the turn the light on with my right hand, I looked again at what I’d discovered in that small space. Frowning at the book I had in my hand before laughing softly I realised it was an old journal of Amelia’s with daisy’s and small flowers all over the front but what was it doing in my bunk? I smiled running my hands over it. The date on the front read 1998-2000. Well it’s 2002 now so she’d be about eighteen when she started it. Should I open it? Do I want to know what the eighteen year old Amelia was thinking?
“Hell yeah” I smiled, opening the cover slowly
Property of –
Amelia Fate Way. 31st of October 1981.
Gerard or Mikey if you’re reading this I will know. Put it back where you found it and walk away.
I smirked and flipped the page over.
31st of October 1998
Another birthday has come and gone. Party last night was great but it could have been better. She didn’t have to be there. What the hell does he see in her? She’s sleeping other guys right under his nose. I’d be surprised if she’s even had sex with him? What the hell, if I ever got the chance to jump those bones I would.
Stop reading and turned the page, she must have been talking about Danny, she had a crush on him at the time and the girl he had been going out with was such a slut.
14th of November 1998
So it happened, she dumped him, I’m the one that had to pick up the pieces and cheer him up. As always. I don’t understand why he keeps going for these girls, if you could call them that. He definitely needs a good kick in the ass, none of the guys like them not Gerard, Mikey or Ray. I’m sure Matt enjoys the entertainment from those girls’ performances.
Frowning I wondered if she was still talking about Danny. I don’t recall any of the guys saying anything about Danny’s “girlfriends”.
28th of November 1998
I went shopping for his Christmas present today. I found this amazing guitar strap with Frankenstein’s all down it and NJ embossed on the inside. I thought it’d be perfect for him.
Staring at the words on the page I smiled she was talking about the Christmas present she’d got my that Christmas
15th of April 1999
I’m a cliché, if ever there was one. I’m desperate to see my best friend for just a hug and to watch stupid movies. Even though I’m in New York and he’s on the road somewhere. I should be thinking about my term papers instead of thinking of Frank – how much I miss him and can’t wait to see him when I get to go home in a month.
I sighed, remembering that summer greatly, thinking of how I’d taught Amelia to play the guitar and how she’d taken a million pictures writing, singing and generally goofing around with her. Turning the page to let a picture drop out that showed Amelia and me sitting reading a comic book looking in grossed as hell. Stroking my index finger over Amelia’s face I remembered Gerard taking the picture. Flipping the journal to the last page read the last entry slowly.
30th of October 2001
The day before my twentieth birthday and I’m sat here waiting for him to come over. I realised what I think I’ve know for some time now. I’M IN LOVE FRANK IERO!!!!
Staring blankly at the page, I read it over again and tried not to cry. She loved me in 2001 and she didn’t tell me. I rolled out of my bunk and walked down towards the kitchen still clutching the diary in my hand, looking for the one person that could explain this to me.
“So, you read it then?” Gerard asked briefly looking up from the paper he was writing on
“Of course, I read it” I hissed throwing it onto the table in front of him
“Uh huh” Gerard mumbled continuing write
“Why the hell did you leave it for me?”
“Because you needed to know” Gerard replied plainly
“Why now? She clearly doesn’t anymore” I was clearly pissed off and he didn’t care because he was still writing on that stupid piece of paper in front of him
“Who says she doesn’t?”
“I am. She doesn’t, she’s my best friend”
“Uh-huh”
“For fuck sake Gerard” I sighed running my hands over my face and dropping into the seat next to him the exhaustion setting in
“She’s my sister, Frank” Gerard sighed placing down his pen “I know who she likes and when”
“She might like me but I doubt she still loves me”
“It was only a year ago when she finished that journal”
“Yeah, a full year ago”
“She’s not changed much”
“She has Gee, she feels like a totally different person to me”
“I think she’s just grown up Frank that’s all” Gerard smiled, leaning back in the seat
“She certainly has” I mumbled looking at the table and wondering why it seemed like such a nice place to put my head down on
“It’s late, Frank” Gerard smiled, going back to scribbling
“Mmmm” I mumbled placing my head down on the table and falling asleep on the table top
I’ve done it I’m finally on the plane to Vancouver, where my dream job awaited me. A tear slide slowly down my cheek, this was going to be an emotional nine months. I fell asleep for the whole plane ride, being woken up by an air steward when we landed. I hurried off the plane to collect my suitcase.
The chaos in the airport make me more anxious to get out of there, I was sweaty and grumpy from being woken up. Opal’s coming to pick me up because I couldn’t remember where she lives.
“Amelia?” I turned around to see Opal running towards me
“Opal” I hugged her “You look great” I smiled
“You look great too, Amelia” She smiled hugging me again
“How was your flight?” She asked putting my case in the trunk of her car
“I slept all the way”
“Just like your father” She laughed as I smiled
“How have you been since I last saw you?” I asked her even though I’d only seen her last week
“My backs bothering me every now and again but other wise I’m great” She smiled, pulling into traffic “How are you, Amelia?” She slide me a look as we turned a corner
“Still getting morning sickness but the doctor says that should stop soon” I smiled, placing my hand over my stomach
“What about the father?” She asked
“Frank? I never told him before I left, just couldn’t bring myself to do it” I sighed
“I always thought he was gay” Opal laughed
“He’s definitely not gay” I smirked as we pulled into her driveway
“Wow, your house looks amazing” I met her for lunch at my hotel so I hadn’t seen the house, I could never remember it looking this good
“Thanks hunny. Just had it made over with some money I won” She smiled, grabbing my case and showing me into the house “I know you’ll like your room, it use to be yours when you came to stay. You remember?”
She pushed open the door to reveal a large room with empty white walls and an en-suite bathroom.
“You can decorate it how you like” Opal spoke to me as I stood in the middle of the room planning out how it would look when I was finished
“Thank you, Opal” I hugged her “For letting me stay here and looking after me”
“Your welcome, Amelia” She replied hugging me back
The doorbell ringing brought out attention to the door of my room.
“That’ll be the movers” Opal smiled rushing from the room “Aren’t you a nice strong man” I heard Opal saying to the mover
“Could you bring my stuff upstairs please” I smiled over the banister at the men as they eyed Opal
Once all the boxes and furniture we’re placed into my room. I was able to finally lie down on top of my bed. Falling asleep was so much easier these days being pregnant. I can’t wait till, I start this new job. I don’t officially get started till next week. I was going to be the main photographer for a new magazine called Music, taking pictures of up and coming bands.
I smiled to myself thinking about all the people that I was going to meet. I place my hand back over my stomach. Before I finally fell into a dreamless sleep whispering that I loved my “bump”
Over the next week, I decorated my bedroom to look practically like my room back in Jersey. I smiled as I made final touches to my photograph wall; group photo’s on the outside, family photo’s next, photo’s of Anna and me then my favourite picture of me and Frank.
I smiled as I rubbed my hand over Frank’s smiling face.
“Miss you” I whispered
I had my first day at work tomorrow I was super excited. Anna had called me earlier to wish me good luck and Frank had emailed me to tell me he missed me and to ask how my week had been.
Two months had past since I moved to Canada and the start of a whole new year had begun, I’d missed Christmas at home as well as a new year celebration that I knew my parents wanted me to come back for. They knew all about me being pregnant but I’d told them it was a stupid one night stand; they didn’t know I was talking about Frank.
I’d just got home from work, it was a hectic day and I was exhausted even thought I’d been sitting at a desk all day going over a photo shoot for the next week that involved a hell of a lot of cake. I’m hungry for cake again; stupid shoot had made me crave my moms chocolate sponge cake.
Sitting slowly onto the bed I looked to my left and smiled at Frank’s picture that was staring back at me.
“Miss you” I whispered kicking my legs up onto the bed, seconds after relaxing into my reclining position my cell phone started ringing.
“Hello?” I answered bringing the receiver to my ear
“Hey sweetie” I smiled hearing my brothers voice
“Hey Gee”
“How are you?” He asked, as I shifted to get more comfortable
“I spoke to you earlier, I’m still fine. I just got home and your disturbing my relaxing time” I smirked as Gerard sighed
“I was calling to ask if you’d thought about what we talked about” Gerard asked, I could just imagine him running his hand through his hair and hear him pick up a packet of cigarettes that he had on the table in front of him
“Gerard, we talked about a lot of things earlier” I quipped, looking down at my chipped nail polish
“Don’t be cute, Amelia” Gerard groaned
“I don’t understand why were talking about this Gerard, its not going to change anything…he doesn’t /love me/” I sighed, kicking off my shoes
“How do you know that?” Gerard asked frustratedly
“Gerard, we’re best friends that made a drunken mistake. We love each other but not in that way”
“You love him, Amelia admit it. You would never have left if you didn’t” Gerard moaned
“NO, I left because a job was waiting for me in Canada and I wasn’t about to pass it up for a relationship that never was” I moaned pushing the comforter down on my bed to get warm
“I know the truth, Amelia” Gerard stated simply
“Believe what you will” I told him dismissively getting ready to hang up
“AMELIA, wait. Look I’m sorry; I just don’t understand why you’re having his baby when you won’t tell him about it”
“It would just complicate our relationship even further than it already is. We slept together once Gerard we’re hardly dating”
“I just think your being selfish” Gerard hissed through gritted teeth
“Of course I am” I groaned “I wanted children Gerard I just never wanted to have them with someone that I don’t love”
“You’re a liar” Gerard hissed again
“I’m sick of this Gee. I can’t stand you accusing me of things I don’t feel and trying to tell me what I should and shouldn’t be doing. I hate you”
“I am right though” He stated simply, cursing loudly
“Fuck off, Gerard” I cried, slamming the phone shut and throwing it across the bed in frustration
There’s no way I was having this fight again with him or talking myself in circles. You can’t go to hell for telling your brother a lie to preserve your own feelings. Can you? Why does he have to be such a dumbass anyway and keep bothering me about Frank?
“I hate you, Gerard” I whispered looking around at my room and sighed. Stop thinking about Frank this instant I berated myself, while trying not to cry. Stupid Gerard, Stupid Frank, Stupid Feelings/. Letting a slow tear roll down my cheek, sniffing loudly and letting it develop into a loud sob./Damn you Gerard.
Frank’s POV
Sighing to myself and rolling over in bed. I’d pretty much been moping around on the bus since Amelia left. I miss her like hell and haven’t been able to make time to go and visit her. Punching the pillow, I felt like screaming at the fact that I hadn’t slept properly since I could remember and I was physically and mentally exhausted yet I still couldn’t get to sleep.
“What the fuck?” I mumbled into the dark, feeling my hand hit something hard between the headboard and the mattress. Reaching over to the turn the light on with my right hand, I looked again at what I’d discovered in that small space. Frowning at the book I had in my hand before laughing softly I realised it was an old journal of Amelia’s with daisy’s and small flowers all over the front but what was it doing in my bunk? I smiled running my hands over it. The date on the front read 1998-2000. Well it’s 2002 now so she’d be about eighteen when she started it. Should I open it? Do I want to know what the eighteen year old Amelia was thinking?
“Hell yeah” I smiled, opening the cover slowly
Property of –
Amelia Fate Way. 31st of October 1981.
Gerard or Mikey if you’re reading this I will know. Put it back where you found it and walk away.
I smirked and flipped the page over.
31st of October 1998
Another birthday has come and gone. Party last night was great but it could have been better. She didn’t have to be there. What the hell does he see in her? She’s sleeping other guys right under his nose. I’d be surprised if she’s even had sex with him? What the hell, if I ever got the chance to jump those bones I would.
Stop reading and turned the page, she must have been talking about Danny, she had a crush on him at the time and the girl he had been going out with was such a slut.
14th of November 1998
So it happened, she dumped him, I’m the one that had to pick up the pieces and cheer him up. As always. I don’t understand why he keeps going for these girls, if you could call them that. He definitely needs a good kick in the ass, none of the guys like them not Gerard, Mikey or Ray. I’m sure Matt enjoys the entertainment from those girls’ performances.
Frowning I wondered if she was still talking about Danny. I don’t recall any of the guys saying anything about Danny’s “girlfriends”.
28th of November 1998
I went shopping for his Christmas present today. I found this amazing guitar strap with Frankenstein’s all down it and NJ embossed on the inside. I thought it’d be perfect for him.
Staring at the words on the page I smiled she was talking about the Christmas present she’d got my that Christmas
15th of April 1999
I’m a cliché, if ever there was one. I’m desperate to see my best friend for just a hug and to watch stupid movies. Even though I’m in New York and he’s on the road somewhere. I should be thinking about my term papers instead of thinking of Frank – how much I miss him and can’t wait to see him when I get to go home in a month.
I sighed, remembering that summer greatly, thinking of how I’d taught Amelia to play the guitar and how she’d taken a million pictures writing, singing and generally goofing around with her. Turning the page to let a picture drop out that showed Amelia and me sitting reading a comic book looking in grossed as hell. Stroking my index finger over Amelia’s face I remembered Gerard taking the picture. Flipping the journal to the last page read the last entry slowly.
30th of October 2001
The day before my twentieth birthday and I’m sat here waiting for him to come over. I realised what I think I’ve know for some time now. I’M IN LOVE FRANK IERO!!!!
Staring blankly at the page, I read it over again and tried not to cry. She loved me in 2001 and she didn’t tell me. I rolled out of my bunk and walked down towards the kitchen still clutching the diary in my hand, looking for the one person that could explain this to me.
“So, you read it then?” Gerard asked briefly looking up from the paper he was writing on
“Of course, I read it” I hissed throwing it onto the table in front of him
“Uh huh” Gerard mumbled continuing write
“Why the hell did you leave it for me?”
“Because you needed to know” Gerard replied plainly
“Why now? She clearly doesn’t anymore” I was clearly pissed off and he didn’t care because he was still writing on that stupid piece of paper in front of him
“Who says she doesn’t?”
“I am. She doesn’t, she’s my best friend”
“Uh-huh”
“For fuck sake Gerard” I sighed running my hands over my face and dropping into the seat next to him the exhaustion setting in
“She’s my sister, Frank” Gerard sighed placing down his pen “I know who she likes and when”
“She might like me but I doubt she still loves me”
“It was only a year ago when she finished that journal”
“Yeah, a full year ago”
“She’s not changed much”
“She has Gee, she feels like a totally different person to me”
“I think she’s just grown up Frank that’s all” Gerard smiled, leaning back in the seat
“She certainly has” I mumbled looking at the table and wondering why it seemed like such a nice place to put my head down on
“It’s late, Frank” Gerard smiled, going back to scribbling
“Mmmm” I mumbled placing my head down on the table and falling asleep on the table top
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