Frank's P.O.V.
'Okay... so... going over to Mikey and Gee's house, it's all gonna' be good... only going there to meet up with them, Ray, Bob, and Brian so that we can go back on tour,' I think to myself as my hands begin to shake as they grip the steering wheel in my car tightly, then turn clammy.
I pull up into their driveway and turn off my car. I huff out a long sigh, then open my door. I climb out of my car, close the door, walk around it to the back, open the trunk, and grab my bags. I shut the trunk, lock the car, then haul my bags over to the van. I drop them at my feet, then fish around my pockets for the extra pair of keys the band made for everyone. I finally find them and unlock the van.
I grab my bags and throw them in to the way, way back before shutting the door and locking the van. I turn around and face the front of their house, all of my nerves washing into me like a tsunami. I stuff my hand in to my jacket pocket, pull out my pack of Marlboro's, and take a single one out. I place it loosely between my lips as I shove my pack back into my jacket pocket, taking out my black lighter shortly after. I flick the flame on in front of the cancer stick, puffing it a few times so that it would stay burnt enough for me to continue smoking it.
After a while of letting the deadly poison swim around in my lungs, I flick the cig onto the concrete driveway, then scrunch it underneath my shoe. My nerves calmed down considerably, but my heart was pounding against my rib cage madly. Stupid fucker. Finally deciding to face the man I love, I walk up the steps leading to Mikey and Gerard's door.
I rasp my fist on the wooden door a few times, before shoving it back into my jacket pocket and shivering. The October air finally got to me as it whipped its way through my hair.
The door opened to reveal a bloodshot eyed Mikey, his hair and clothes disheveled. Once he saw me standing in his doorway, his eyes widened slightly before he manically tried fixing his hair and clothes. It was quite cute actually. How whenever he thought that his hair was fixed a strand would fall in his face, and then he would grunt before redoing it.
"Mikey. Chill. It's just Frankie," I heard a familiar voice say behind him.
"Just Frankie? Just Frankie? What the fuck Gee? After all of those years of pleasing you, and entertaining you, I'm 'just Frankie' to you?" I asked in a fake hurt tone, even having it crack in all the right places.
"Of course not Frankie!" Gerard said loudly, practically shoving Mikey out of the doorway and wrapping me in a tight hug. I laugh breathlessly before he pulled away from me and kissed my cheek sweetly.
"Ahem," Mikey coughed, signalling at Gerard and I that he was still there. I shyly look over at him and smile slightly while a small blush crept upon my cheeks.
I gingerly walk over to him and wrap my arms around his neck while he wraps his around my waist.
"It's good to see you again, Frankie," Mikey purred into my ear making me visibly shudder.
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