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Alright. So this chapter wont have much action in it. Maybe some fluff. Lots of suspense at the end. =) DO NOT COMPLAIN OR I WILL NOT POST THE NEXT CHAPTER AND YOU WILL NEVER KNOW WHAT HAPPENS. Sooooo HA.

-Finch

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We continued out of the house and into Gerard's car. Well, if you want to be technical it was his mother's car since Gerard proffered walking anywhere he needed to go around town. I suppose that's how he stayed so skinny then? Or maybe he's normal and just looks skinny to me because I'm so fat. I fucking hate my weight. It makes me sick. There's always this little pudge hanging around and when I sit down I try to cover my stomach so my little rolls don't show. Gerard tells me that I'm not fat but that's rather hard to believe.
I had met his mother briefly before we left. She was very nice, Donna her name was I think. She welcomed me to stay as long as I needed to. I see where Gerard had gotten his hospitality from. I had also had a short run in with his brother before leaving. He asked me who I was and why I was in his house. Obviously not taking after his mother much. I told him that I spilled coffee on myself and didn't have any clean clothes at the moment. Donna suggested that she took me shopping the next day for some new clothes, seeing as she didn't have work that day.
The Way family is incredibly nice I later found out. Everything I do that is stupid or clumsy they simply shrug it off and tell me that it's okay. What a wonderful family. I never was able to grow up around nice people. Everything about my family positively sucks, honestly. Gerard was so lucky to have actually grown up. I was just locked away then thrown out for being myself.
I really had no idea when I planned on telling Gerard about my real life. The life I had been living the first day I met him. The money that I used to buy the coffee was from a few days earlier when I gave Jay a blowjob behind his work building. Shame didn't phase me anymore really. I would do anything for money. As much as I loved living with Gerard, I hated knowing that I was a fucking mooch. I was just going to live off Gerard now. How much more pathetic could I get?
Donna's car smelled like new car, which Gerard stated was because of the air freshener. The leather inside made me cringe. Sure, leather was luxurious sometimes, but in the summer it gets too hot and smelly, and in the winter it gets too cold. It just bugged the shit out of me really. When I sat down the seats were freezing, but it was okay because I was wearing pants. I shivered as the cold leather touched the back of my arms. In general the air in the car was... cold.
"Are you okay?" Gerard asked.
It wasn't until then that I had noticed the sinking feeling in my gut. Maybe I was just hungry but I could never tell anymore.
"Just... a little cold." I told him as he started the car.
We continued to drive without a word, heading toward the coffee shop I assumed. Gerard had told me earlier that he liked eating there, that it was kind of where he went when he was troubled. But what could you expect from a caffeine addict like him? Not that I had a problem with it, in fact it was kind of cute.
As I predicted Gerard parked in front of the coffee shop. There weren't many cars here, but they weren't playing live music tonight so I wasn't surprised in the least. I had never eaten anything here, only had a few drinks. As we walked in the cold air followed us, not letting me feel the warmth of the coffee shop for a few seconds. Then the inside air hit me. It felt so good after freezing the whole way here. Well I guess I couldn't complain, seeing as it was only a three minute drive and still better than a 15 minute walk.
Gerard got out of the car before me. For some reason I really didn't want to get out of the car. It's not like it was warmer or anything, something just felt so ominous about tonight. As I sat in the car, covering my arms and shivering slightly, Gerard came around and tapped on my window. I immediately snapped out of it and looked up at him through the window. Without a word he opened the car door to let me out. I felt awkward as I stepped out of the car. Gerard stood behind me and hurried me inside.
The air inside was warm but the coldness from outside still clung to my clothes. I touched my arm and felt my freezing skin. God how I hated winter. Gerard nudged me as we walked up to the counter,
"You okay Frankie?" He asked, truly concerned.
"Y-yeah. I'm good. Just a little cold." Why did I lie to him so much?
Gerard knew almost nothing about me. He knew my first and last name. He had no idea where I lived(not that I could tell him), the fact that I was homeless, why I was homeless, and he really didn't even know the full story about Jay. I had met Gerard's whole family, learned that he draws and writes lyrics, learned that he loves coffee, been inside his house and memorized the way there, learned that he doesn't have a car, learned that he's still bumming off his parents, and most importantly, I've learned how amazing and loving he is. Why couldn't I be that way?
"Okay. Are you sure?" He asked, bending down the tiniest bit so he was almost eye level.
"Yeah. I'm sure, Gee." I gave him a fake smile.
I could tell by his returned fake smile that he knew I was lying. I hated seeing that face. He was fully aware that I hadn't been telling him the truth about pretty much anything. He really didn't deserve that. I cleared my mind with the thought that light would be shed on everything soon enough. Or at least I hoped they would be.
Gerard and I decided that we would discuss what to eat over a cup of coffee. There was some sandwiches and some salads and they served soups here too. As Gerard blabbed on I stared out the window, trying to shake the feeling that something bad would happen. That's when I hear Gerard mention something about turkey. I had completely forgotten to tell him that I was a vegetarian! I quickly piped up.
"Uh-Gerard?" I raised my hand off the table a little.
"-Yeah Frankie?" He cut himself off in mid-sentence.
"I forgot to tell you. I'm uhm... I'm a vegetarian."
I had never been afraid to tell someone that I was a vegetarian before. Not that I've ever had to tell someone. When I lived at home my parents barely fed me anyways and when I lived on my own I could buy my own food. It just seemed a hassle for Gerard to care about feeding me with no meat.
"Oh. Alright, they have salads." He smiled a goofy smile.
Damn. He was cute. I couldn't help but giggle.
"Okay." I told him through my giggles.
Although I was still uneasy, Gerard got me a little more light hearted just by being himself. After we had gotten our food we ate and discussed being vegetarian. Despite what most people think it's not that hard to find things to eat. There's vegetarian meat which I never found too appetizing, but I would eat it from time to time. Gerard seemed so interested in everything I had to say. It almost seemed like a dream that my life could be taken under his wing like that. He was my angel and I was his stray.
We decided to throw our trash away and head back to Gerard's house, which was also my temporary home. As we walked out the door the barista girl followed and once the door was closed she flipped the sign from opened to closed. I hope we hadn't kept her open! I had almost forgotten my ominous feeling as we stepped into the car. Then, in a rush of sudden horror, I remembered my gut feeling from before. There behind us was a heavily tinted, black car. It strolled past us slowly.
Just by looking at it I could see that it was the reason for my fear. Or maybe I was just overreacting. I shouldn't worry about it. We were just going to make it home safely and soundly. Stop worrying about it. As our car started to back up I noticed that the black car had parked not so far away. We started driving, and it started driving. We turned a corner, it turned a corner.
Gerard must've noticed my heavy breathing because he took his hand of the stick shift for a second the hold my hand.
"Frankie what's wrong?" He asked gently.
"Well, it's probably nothing to worry about-but-well," I looked in the rear view mirror to see the car still following us.
"What is it Frank?" He asked straightly.
"Have you... noticed that car behind us?" I asked.
"No, not really." He said peering through the mirror as well.
"It seems like it's... kinda... following us." I was probably just making a complete fool of myself by saying that.
"Well, let's see if it follows us now." Gerard said, shifting into another gear.
This was followed by several random turns and detours, yet the car still followed us. Gerard acted as if he didn't notice the car at all. Now he realized that it really was following us.
"Well let's just head home before he decides to rape us, huh?" Gerard nudged me with his elbow.
I just giggled like a stupid little girl and went along for the ride.
As we pulled up to the house the car followed. Gerard parked in the driveway and sat there for a few second. The black car simply rolled by and continued out of Gerard's neighborhood.
"That's weird." He commented as he watched the car's lights disappear.
"... Yeh." I added quietly.
After that night everything got into some sort of normal tendency. I slept on the couch and in the mornings I would help clean. Gerard's family really was very nice. Mikey had his moments but for the most part he was just as caring as everyone else. I grew close to his family so quickly. After two weeks it just seemed like I fit there, and (mostly)everyone agreed that I could stay as long as I wanted. I think Mikey knew that I had a thing for Gerard because he always shot me dirty glances when I was with him.
One morning Gerard and I were sitting in the kitchen making coffee when his mom came out. She had to work early that day so she was in a rush to be out the door. Gerard offered her some coffee and she gladly took the cup. She gave Gerard and I a hug and pecked Gerard on the cheek quickly. I could tell by the way he wiped his cheek that he really didn't like being kissed in front of me. I laughed to myself.
We followed Donna to the door so we could see her off. Gerard opened the door and stood there with her, talking about when she would be home and what his plans for the day were. That's when I saw it. My heart almost stopped. There in the front of the next house over was the black car from the night at the coffee shop. As I saw a hand come from the window I realized by the tattoos covering the wrist that it was Jay. In his hand there was a gun. A fucking gun!
"Gerard! Donna! Move!" I screamed as I dove for them.
Just as I came into better view the gun fired. I stopped in my tracks. I froze. Completely. The bullet hadn't hit me. It had hit Donna.

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REVIEW NOW!! WOW OH MY GOD. I finished this DAMN chapter. Sorry that I can never update and that when I DO fucking update that it cuts off in the middle of something. I've tried writing the rest of this like three other times but my family always seems to close it. >=(((( Goshhh. So yeah, FINISHED!!! After like, a bajillion years. So yeah. No, I'm not a vegetarian for those of you who are wondering. If it wasn't for fucking Taco Bell I would be vegetarian. But I just can't give it up. xD Not that I'm fat or anything. I weigh like 115 pounds. x___x Ahehe. YEAH. REVIEW PLEASE. Thanks babes.