A/N: Um. I guess it's been a while since I updated, huh? Hides sheepishly Talks from behind tree Please forgive me! It's just I've been so busy lately, I haven't had the time. Anyway, here it is, the follow-up chapter. :P
FRANK'S POV
Mikey stared at me.
"I'm…sorry…" I mumbled. He carried on staring. He didn't look angry…just shocked.
"H-how?...Why?" he choked. So I told him. Everything. About Jay and Gee's kiss, and my kiss with Gee. He listened, eyes wide, taking it all in.
"So you see, I don't love him, it was just that…that kiss…" I finished. "Mikey?" He was zoned out, staring at the floor now. I poked him. "Mikey?" I repeated. He came out of his funk and looked up into my eyes.
"..Sorry…It's just that's a lot…to take in…" he breathed.
"Sorry if I weirded you out…" I said sheepishly.
"No, not weirded out…just…taken by surprise…So, no one's gay…? Except Jared, obviously." I nodded.
"No one. I promise."
"I wouldn't judge you if you were gay. I don't think any less of you after hearing that. I guess I just have to accept it." I hugged him.
"Thanks for being so cool with this, Mikey. Just…don't tell anyone, ok?" He nodded.
"Of course not." He smiled. Just then, Willow's eyes flickered open and she blinked sleepily.
"Morning, sleepyhead," Mikey chuckled, yet I still heard the strain in his tone. He was still finding it hard to register.
"Mornin'" she yawned.
"Feeling ok this morning?" I asked. She clutched her head.
"Not particularly," she replied, groaning.
"By the way, you ended up in a closet," I informed her. "How?" She paused for a moment, and for a second I was sure I saw worry on her face.
"Erm…" she began.
"Don't worry, Willow. Frank still can't work out how he ended up in a tree!" Mikey giggled. I shot him a look. She sat up slowly. "Want some water?" She nodded.
"Please…" she sighed, sitting up. Mikey dropped down on the couch beside her and hugged her.
"Last night was fun, huh?" he grinned. But…she didn't grin back. She looked…worried? Mikey frowned. "You ok?" he asked. She snapped out of her little trance and beamed at him.
"I'm awesome! Now, where's that water?" I raised an eyebrow. That expression had to have meant something. But, ignoring it, I strolled into the kitchen to grab her a glass of the clear stuff. When I entered, Gee was sitting at the table, a cup of coffee in his hands.
"Morning," I said cheerfully. He glanced up. He pulled a weak smile. He looked…strained.
"…Morning…" Again, my eyebrow raised.
"What's up? You look bummed out, man." He pulled a wider, tighter smile.
"Nothings wrong!" he quickly reassured me. I frowned.
"I know when you're lying, you know," I grumbled, sitting down beside him. His eyes widened, and then relaxed.
"Just…erm…thinking about all the girls I got with last night. I'm worrying people might think I'm a man whore…"
GERARD'S POV
I prayed to God he'd bought that. If he didn't, how the hell would I make up a better lie? He looked at me for a while. Then he burst into peals of laughter.
"You? A man whore?" he laughed so hard tears jerked from his eyes. He grabbed my shoulder to keep himself in his chair. "I'm sorry, I just had an image of you as a pimp!" He roared with laughter more, and to be honest, the idea of myself as a pimp made me chuckle too. Plus, he'd bought the lie. I was safe…for now. Whilst he calmed down, I sipped my coffee. His eyes spied a forgotten, open packet of skittles on the table.
"…Are they yours?" he asked.
"No."
"…Oh good." And with that he grabbed them and began wolfing them down. I pulled a disgusted face. Through a mouthful of rainbow, he managed an innocent "what?" I rolled my eyes. Suddenly there were footsteps. I looked up and saw Willow and Mikey enter the kitchen. Willow caught my eye and blushed.
"You were supposed to get me water!" she groaned at Frank, who almost choked.
"*cough* oh yeah! *cough* sorry! *cough*" he held up the packet and pointed at them. "Skittles!" She too rolled her eyes and crossed the kitchen to the sink. Mikey plopped down in a seat.
"I found her! Asleep in a closet, of ALL places!" Mikey giggled, and from behind their backs, Willow turned around and winked at me, smiling. I chuckled.
"A closet? Wow. That's random!"
"No. Falling asleep in a tree," Mikey said at Frank. "Now THAT's random!" We burst out laughing.
"You fell asleep in a tree?" I snorted. He frowned.
"…I think… I think someone bet me that I couldn't get to the top branch. And I did, just to prove my point. Then, I got too scared to come down…"
"So you slept up there?" Mikey sniggered.
"…Yes," he mumbled. We roared with laughter again. Willow came and sat down with us.
"Do you want a towel or something?" Mikey coughed, his eyes averting from Willow's body. She was still only dressed in a bikini. She glanced down at herself.
"Um…yes. I… hadn't noticed," she said, blushing. Mikey stood up.
"I'll go get you one of my shirts, actually," he said decidedly.
"No, get one of mine. They're bigger," I suggested. Mikey nodded and ran off. A minute later, Frank stood up.
"Gotta go take a shower." He sniffed his armpit. "I smell like shit." As he walked off, Willow and I both muttered "nice." We were then alone again, and a small smile crept over her face. A small smile crept over mine too. I put my hand on her hand. I jumped slightly when I felt her foot begin to rub up and down my leg. I quivered in excitement. She went to lean in to put her lips on mine, but I stopped her.
"What if someone sees?" I reminded her. She rolled her eyes and sat back, arms crossed.
"Fine. Later then." She winked and grinned.
"Definitley."
I KNOW it's short. I KNOW it's a filler. But trust me, there should be a BIG plot line soon. Anyhoo. If you don't review, Frank hurts inside. In his heart. He feels unloved, lonely and depraved of review. If you love Frank, you'll review, out of the goodness of your heart :3
