FIC: MCR - Just One Of The Guys 2/? - R
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laniew1Summary: The length of Frankie’s skirts don’t have any direct ties to how many times and how strongly Gerard insists she’s ‘just one of the guys’ except when they do.
A continuation of this (alternatively found here: on DW), it might have turned into a longer thing, so there will be more.
TITLE: Just One of The Guys
RATING: R (for language)
PAIRING: Gerard/Lindsey, Mikey/Alicia, pre-Frankie/Pete, pre-Frankie/Pete/Mikey/Alicia
AUTHOR: Melanie
Summary: The length of Frankie’s skirts don’t have any direct ties to how many times and how strongly Gerard insists she’s ‘just one of the guys’ except when they do.
DISCLAIMER: They own themselves, this a figment of my imagination.
FEEDBACK: Please?
Just One of The Guys 2/?
It takes him almost two weeks to figure out how to respond to Frankie’s challenge. It needs to be something subtle, something that won’t get everyone talking about him and Frankie like they talk about her and Gerard.
He’s not subtle, he doesn’t think that he has a subtle bone in his body and if he did Ashlee’s probably trying to get it in the divorce.
Bebe is actually the one that figures out how to do it, he’s pretty sure that her helping him out isn’t planned, especially since she’d pointedly told him she wouldn’t, then rolled her eyes a lot as he came up with and discarded plan after plan.
She picks at him, lightly, nothing like the jabs he’d get if she were Patrick or Andy or Joe, about the crush that he has apparently developed on Frankie.
Self-preservation alone dictates that he doesn’t have a crush on her, and if he does have one, there isn’t any chance in hell that he’d act on it.
He thinks that her band, led by Mikey, would kill him if he did. It’s just…
She kind of reminds him of the girls that he used to date, scene girls that certainly didn’t take no for an answer, except she’s not anything like them. She’s not crazy for one thing.
Besides things with Ashlee have left him feeling really raw, he’s not sure if he would even know what a crush felt like, he’s just been sort of numb since Ash told him she was leaving him and taking Bronx with her.
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Mikey knows he’s not the first one up, he heard Gerard get up about twenty minutes prior and he’s not sure if Frankie even went to bed, he’d heard her talking softly on her phone at 3 or thereabouts. He thinks he heard her say Pete’s name at least twice before he managed to fall back asleep.
She’d probably tell him what they talk if he asked, but he can’t decide if he wants to know or not. Frankie’s his, even if she’s not his and Pete was his and would probably be his again if he indicated that he was interested in any way.
He’s still not sure how he feels about them being each other’s without him involved in things at all.
Gerard is sitting cross-legged on the couch when he staggers out to the tiny lounge, sketchpad next to him and his iPad on his lap. The expression on his face…
Mikey’s not quite sure what to call the expression on his face. It’s a mixture of confusion and annoyance and amusement kind of all rolled into one.
He goes for the coffee first, there’s half a pot left, and he pours it into one of the giant mugs that Gerard insisted were a necessity for bus travel then sits down next to his brother on the couch, legs stretching out in front of him, sipping at his coffee as he waits.
“Is there something going on with Frankie and Pete?” Gerard asks, Mikey blinks at him because that’s a loaded question if he ever heard one and if Gerard’s not even paying enough attention to Frankie to figure out who she’s using all her minutes on her phone on then he doesn’t deserve an answer.
He does shift closer though, just to find out what prompted Gerard’s question in the first place.
“Why are you reading Pete’s interviews?” Mikey asks.
“...Lindsey forwarded me the link.”
“Why’s Lindsey reading Pete’s interviews?”
Gerard makes a face.
“She gets bored, and apparently we’re not stirring things up enough on the tour to make the news,” he says. He doesn’t mention the fact that Frankie won’t stay on the same side of the stage as him during their shows; that if Gerard goes to his knees anywhere near her she twirls away and ends up mouthing the words to whatever song is being sung into Mikey’s shoulder.
Mikey doesn’t mind, though he’s slightly surprised (and just the tiniest bit annoyed) that that isn’t stirring things up.
“You could just talk to her,” Mikey says, he sips at his coffee, if he finishes first and no one else is up then he’ll have to make the next pot. Gerard’s cup is more than half empty.
“I tried,” Gerard waves a hand. “She said everything was okay, that I was imagining things,” he makes a face and looks over at him, “I’m not imagining things… right?”
Mikey shrugs noncommittally. Because he’s not imagining things but Mikey is completely staying out of this.
“So what’s Pete saying then?”
“It’s not even really him until the end,” Gerard says, he eyes him like he knows that Mikey is changing the subject and will allow it just this one time only. “It’s more Bebe and you didn’t say that you went to a show,” he looks sort of sad and betrayed all at once that Mikey didn’t take him.
“I took Frankie with me,” he says.
“Bebe’s all waxing poetic about how it was great to sit down and talk with her, get an insider’s view of the industry and being a girl in it and accepted and Pete chimes in at the end about how Frankie’s just really one of the guys and ultimately that’s how Bebe wants to be treated, like she’s just another guy in a band and not a girl in a band and then Bebe says she doesn’t want to be treated like one of the guys, because what would she do with all her corset tops if people decided she wasn’t a girl anymore. And then it devolves into a slap fight or something.”
Mikey hmms and pulls the iPad out of Gerard’s hands, scrolling through the interview.
“I’m not sure it should actually count if Bebe helped him,” Frankie says from behind the couch, Mikey gives himself points for not jumping while Gerard ends up splashing coffee on himself and muttering under his breath.
He turns instead, peering down at her; she’s curled up with a blanket and a pillow, earbuds dangling from her fingers.
He doesn’t ask her why she’s curled up there or how long she’s been there.
“You okay?” he asks instead, Frankie shrugs and pushes one bud back into her ear. “You didn’t set parameters, so you…” Frankie wrinkles her nose at him and rolls her eyes pushing the other bud into place. He can hear the bass in her music thumping from where he’s sitting and the way she curls back into herself he knows that she considers this conversation over with.
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“Alicia…” Frankie starts, and then stops because she didn’t think this through very well. If she says something, anything to Alicia she’s going to tell Mikey and then Mikey will tell Gerard and Gerard will either have them married off by the end of the month or throw the mother of all temper tantrums and they’re so close to the end of the tour that she doesn’t really want to rock the boat.
“Frankie?” Alicia says just as she’s decided she’s going to hang up and deny all knowledge of any phone calls to Alicia coming from her phone.
“What’s up?” Alicia asks and Frankie worries at her bottom lip, this was such a stupid idea. But she doesn’t really have girl type friends, she had Jamia but she’s not really sure that she counts, because she was more a girlfriend then she was a girl friend.
Also she’s not really a friend even anymore, considering the last time they talked Jamia took custody of their dogs and threw a vase at her head and screamed at her that if she could fuck Gerard out of her system then maybe they could try again.
That was a month before Gerard met Lindsey and they got married and had a baby. Jamia’s tried to call since then (a couple of times actually) but Frankie’s still kind of smarting from the loss of her dogs and the fact that Jamia thought that Frankie would try something while she was still with her, also she’s kind of a bitch, she knows this, and she can hold a grudge like nobody’s business.
“This was a really stupid idea,” she mutters and Alicia laughs a little.
“Having a problem deciding what you should wear on your date?” Alicia’s voice sounds amused, there’s something else there too, maybe a little jealousy. It takes a second for her to remember that Alicia is actually one of Pete’s ex’s. She’d kind of forgotten.
“No,” Frankie says, “also it’s not a date. There’s going to be other people there.”
It’s not a date; she’d been very clear on that when she talked to him via text messages sent by Mikey. Pete and Bebe are coming to one of their last shows.
So it’s not a date, it’s a show, Pete and Bebe are coming to see a show and Frankie will spend most of it warming up, then on stage and she’s not wearing her shortest skirt because Pete had help and regardless of what Pete says she doesn’t think that Bebe has any actual desire to see her panties.
Mikey had shown her the sad face that Pete had sent in reply, it was actually his sad face, bottom lip jutted out, a self-portrait of despair is what he called it.
Frankie’s not sure what Mikey sent back in response, but she’s trying to remain firm in her resolve. She’s going to end up crumbling like a cookie, she’s 99% sure of that, she doesn’t want to like Pete. Pete’s a mess.
She needs someone to remind her that Pete’s a mess, and going through a divorce and totally on the rebound and that she doesn’t want to be rebound girl.
Guys never end up with rebound girl. Rebound girl is just where guys end up parking their dicks until happily ever after girl shows up and spirits him away to buy fucking three bedroom houses and have kids and dogs.
She’s not even sure when this happened, she’d never, ever had a single solitary thought about Pete in either a romantic or sexual way before she went with Mikey to that show. That stupid show that she should have let Mikey either go to alone or not go to at all.
Because before when she thought of Pete, if she ever did it was more in the context of him being that guy that Mikey fucked around with before he met Alicia.
Now it’s all searching the internet for pictures of his dick, because she knows they’re out there so she can’t not look, she’s the type of girl that likes to be prepared for any eventuality and if she’s going to end up fucking Pete she wants to make sure that he doesn’t have any strange piercings or that she needs to brush up on her faking orgasm noises.
Also it’s been a while since she slept with guys and she has to think about that for a while, because she’s not a virgin, she fucked guys before Jamia, and there’d been that one threesome that she’s pretty sure doesn’t count because the guy had fucked Jamia not her while they’d been together, but there’s been no one since they split. Not a guy or a girl.
So there are the dick pictures that she saves in a special folder (password locked because Mikey is a sneaky fucker) along with all the pictures of his stupid face that she found weirdly endearing. There’s enough bookmarks of fan recordings of his shows that she could probably be considered a stalker in some states and she talks to him on the phone for 3 hours, getting no sleep and having Mikey looking at her all knowingly and shit.
He’s her best friend, knows her better than almost anybody, and the best friend code said she shouldn’t think about Pete at all because he was an ex and Mikey would have due cause to like maim her or something. She was expecting at the very least a lecture on suitability when she sort of casually mentioned to him that maybe Pete was okay and she kind of like him. Instead he got this speculative gleam in his eye that she didn’t likeat all because that look typically means that he’s having ideas. Mikey having ideas means that Gerard will pick up on them through osmosis and suddenly Frankie is going to spend their next album in a uniform that makes her want to pass out on stage.
That’s not fucking happening, she’s putting her foot down right the fuck now.
“Somehow, and I’m not sure how or even when it fucking happened… I like Pete,” she says, she spits it out like the sooner she says something that Alicia wants to hear the sooner she can get off the phone and forget this conversation ever happened.
“He’s a nice guy,” Alicia says slowly.
Except Alicia is involved in this conversation and if she doesn’t have a second phone that she is even now texting Mikey on Frankie will eat her leggings.
“He’s a mess, Alicia… and… he’s a mess,” Frankie says helplessly.
“You like cleaning up messes,” Alicia says softly.
“Not for other people to benefit from,” she mutters. Unless it’s her guys, she’s okay with cleaning things up for her guys. And the only one of her guys that would benefit from Frankie cleaning up Pete is Mikey and Mikey’s got Alicia. She drags a hand through her hair and draws her knees up to her chest, she doesn’t sigh even though she really wants to.
“Frankie,” Alicia starts.
“I’ll wear my short skirt, not the shortest one though because he won the bet but he had help,” Frankie says. “Then we’ll finish our shows and I’ll go home and forget this ever happened.”
It’s a lark; it’s what comes from being out on tour with three happily married bandmates and a revolving door of drummers.
Maybe she’ll call Jamia when she gets home.
“Frankie,” Alicia starts.
“I’m sorry I bothered you,” Frankie cuts her off before she can murmur platitudes that Frankie’s not going to believe anyway.
“We’re friends Frankie,” Alicia says softly. “More than that, we’re family and it’s gonna be okay, you’ll see.”
“You have a crystal ball now?” she knows she sounds sarcastic and maybe a little mean, Alicia just laughs at her.
“I do, and it tells me that it’s going to be okay. You’re gonna come home with Mikey and you’re gonna curl up on our couch and you and Mikey will watch awful B-movies and eat ice cream and play with the animals and it’s going to be okay.”
Frankie almost believes her.
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u have blanket permission if it comes to it
Mikey blinks at his phone.
want pics though
His thumb hovers over the screen, trying to decide if multiple question marks will convey his confusion appropriately.
bring frankie home with u its time i think
He’s still trying to decide what he wants to type in, no question marks, he knows what he’s got permission for, he knows what his allowances are and Pete’s coming to a show solely to see Frankie in a short skirt so he knows that Pete’s at least a little bit interested; Frankie on the other hand is acting all squirrely about it. Admitting she likes him, not giving him anything else to work with.
But Pete will be there and Frankie will be there and he and Alicia talked about this once, a long time ago, a fantasy that was one of a long stream of fantasies that was so improbable that he’d known the likelihood of it coming true would take a genie and possibly an act of some God that allowed that kind of thing.
He knows what Alicia wants pictures of.
Hell if she were here instead of him he’d want pictures too.
;)
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A continuation of this (alternatively found here: on DW), it might have turned into a longer thing, so there will be more.
TITLE: Just One of The Guys
RATING: R (for language)
PAIRING: Gerard/Lindsey, Mikey/Alicia, pre-Frankie/Pete, pre-Frankie/Pete/Mikey/Alicia
AUTHOR: Melanie
Summary: The length of Frankie’s skirts don’t have any direct ties to how many times and how strongly Gerard insists she’s ‘just one of the guys’ except when they do.
DISCLAIMER: They own themselves, this a figment of my imagination.
FEEDBACK: Please?
Just One of The Guys 2/?
It takes him almost two weeks to figure out how to respond to Frankie’s challenge. It needs to be something subtle, something that won’t get everyone talking about him and Frankie like they talk about her and Gerard.
He’s not subtle, he doesn’t think that he has a subtle bone in his body and if he did Ashlee’s probably trying to get it in the divorce.
Bebe is actually the one that figures out how to do it, he’s pretty sure that her helping him out isn’t planned, especially since she’d pointedly told him she wouldn’t, then rolled her eyes a lot as he came up with and discarded plan after plan.
She picks at him, lightly, nothing like the jabs he’d get if she were Patrick or Andy or Joe, about the crush that he has apparently developed on Frankie.
Self-preservation alone dictates that he doesn’t have a crush on her, and if he does have one, there isn’t any chance in hell that he’d act on it.
He thinks that her band, led by Mikey, would kill him if he did. It’s just…
She kind of reminds him of the girls that he used to date, scene girls that certainly didn’t take no for an answer, except she’s not anything like them. She’s not crazy for one thing.
Besides things with Ashlee have left him feeling really raw, he’s not sure if he would even know what a crush felt like, he’s just been sort of numb since Ash told him she was leaving him and taking Bronx with her.
Mikey knows he’s not the first one up, he heard Gerard get up about twenty minutes prior and he’s not sure if Frankie even went to bed, he’d heard her talking softly on her phone at 3 or thereabouts. He thinks he heard her say Pete’s name at least twice before he managed to fall back asleep.
She’d probably tell him what they talk if he asked, but he can’t decide if he wants to know or not. Frankie’s his, even if she’s not his and Pete was his and would probably be his again if he indicated that he was interested in any way.
He’s still not sure how he feels about them being each other’s without him involved in things at all.
Gerard is sitting cross-legged on the couch when he staggers out to the tiny lounge, sketchpad next to him and his iPad on his lap. The expression on his face…
Mikey’s not quite sure what to call the expression on his face. It’s a mixture of confusion and annoyance and amusement kind of all rolled into one.
He goes for the coffee first, there’s half a pot left, and he pours it into one of the giant mugs that Gerard insisted were a necessity for bus travel then sits down next to his brother on the couch, legs stretching out in front of him, sipping at his coffee as he waits.
“Is there something going on with Frankie and Pete?” Gerard asks, Mikey blinks at him because that’s a loaded question if he ever heard one and if Gerard’s not even paying enough attention to Frankie to figure out who she’s using all her minutes on her phone on then he doesn’t deserve an answer.
He does shift closer though, just to find out what prompted Gerard’s question in the first place.
“Why are you reading Pete’s interviews?” Mikey asks.
“...Lindsey forwarded me the link.”
“Why’s Lindsey reading Pete’s interviews?”
Gerard makes a face.
“She gets bored, and apparently we’re not stirring things up enough on the tour to make the news,” he says. He doesn’t mention the fact that Frankie won’t stay on the same side of the stage as him during their shows; that if Gerard goes to his knees anywhere near her she twirls away and ends up mouthing the words to whatever song is being sung into Mikey’s shoulder.
Mikey doesn’t mind, though he’s slightly surprised (and just the tiniest bit annoyed) that that isn’t stirring things up.
“You could just talk to her,” Mikey says, he sips at his coffee, if he finishes first and no one else is up then he’ll have to make the next pot. Gerard’s cup is more than half empty.
“I tried,” Gerard waves a hand. “She said everything was okay, that I was imagining things,” he makes a face and looks over at him, “I’m not imagining things… right?”
Mikey shrugs noncommittally. Because he’s not imagining things but Mikey is completely staying out of this.
“So what’s Pete saying then?”
“It’s not even really him until the end,” Gerard says, he eyes him like he knows that Mikey is changing the subject and will allow it just this one time only. “It’s more Bebe and you didn’t say that you went to a show,” he looks sort of sad and betrayed all at once that Mikey didn’t take him.
“I took Frankie with me,” he says.
“Bebe’s all waxing poetic about how it was great to sit down and talk with her, get an insider’s view of the industry and being a girl in it and accepted and Pete chimes in at the end about how Frankie’s just really one of the guys and ultimately that’s how Bebe wants to be treated, like she’s just another guy in a band and not a girl in a band and then Bebe says she doesn’t want to be treated like one of the guys, because what would she do with all her corset tops if people decided she wasn’t a girl anymore. And then it devolves into a slap fight or something.”
Mikey hmms and pulls the iPad out of Gerard’s hands, scrolling through the interview.
“I’m not sure it should actually count if Bebe helped him,” Frankie says from behind the couch, Mikey gives himself points for not jumping while Gerard ends up splashing coffee on himself and muttering under his breath.
He turns instead, peering down at her; she’s curled up with a blanket and a pillow, earbuds dangling from her fingers.
He doesn’t ask her why she’s curled up there or how long she’s been there.
“You okay?” he asks instead, Frankie shrugs and pushes one bud back into her ear. “You didn’t set parameters, so you…” Frankie wrinkles her nose at him and rolls her eyes pushing the other bud into place. He can hear the bass in her music thumping from where he’s sitting and the way she curls back into herself he knows that she considers this conversation over with.
“Alicia…” Frankie starts, and then stops because she didn’t think this through very well. If she says something, anything to Alicia she’s going to tell Mikey and then Mikey will tell Gerard and Gerard will either have them married off by the end of the month or throw the mother of all temper tantrums and they’re so close to the end of the tour that she doesn’t really want to rock the boat.
“Frankie?” Alicia says just as she’s decided she’s going to hang up and deny all knowledge of any phone calls to Alicia coming from her phone.
“What’s up?” Alicia asks and Frankie worries at her bottom lip, this was such a stupid idea. But she doesn’t really have girl type friends, she had Jamia but she’s not really sure that she counts, because she was more a girlfriend then she was a girl friend.
Also she’s not really a friend even anymore, considering the last time they talked Jamia took custody of their dogs and threw a vase at her head and screamed at her that if she could fuck Gerard out of her system then maybe they could try again.
That was a month before Gerard met Lindsey and they got married and had a baby. Jamia’s tried to call since then (a couple of times actually) but Frankie’s still kind of smarting from the loss of her dogs and the fact that Jamia thought that Frankie would try something while she was still with her, also she’s kind of a bitch, she knows this, and she can hold a grudge like nobody’s business.
“This was a really stupid idea,” she mutters and Alicia laughs a little.
“Having a problem deciding what you should wear on your date?” Alicia’s voice sounds amused, there’s something else there too, maybe a little jealousy. It takes a second for her to remember that Alicia is actually one of Pete’s ex’s. She’d kind of forgotten.
“No,” Frankie says, “also it’s not a date. There’s going to be other people there.”
It’s not a date; she’d been very clear on that when she talked to him via text messages sent by Mikey. Pete and Bebe are coming to one of their last shows.
So it’s not a date, it’s a show, Pete and Bebe are coming to see a show and Frankie will spend most of it warming up, then on stage and she’s not wearing her shortest skirt because Pete had help and regardless of what Pete says she doesn’t think that Bebe has any actual desire to see her panties.
Mikey had shown her the sad face that Pete had sent in reply, it was actually his sad face, bottom lip jutted out, a self-portrait of despair is what he called it.
Frankie’s not sure what Mikey sent back in response, but she’s trying to remain firm in her resolve. She’s going to end up crumbling like a cookie, she’s 99% sure of that, she doesn’t want to like Pete. Pete’s a mess.
She needs someone to remind her that Pete’s a mess, and going through a divorce and totally on the rebound and that she doesn’t want to be rebound girl.
Guys never end up with rebound girl. Rebound girl is just where guys end up parking their dicks until happily ever after girl shows up and spirits him away to buy fucking three bedroom houses and have kids and dogs.
She’s not even sure when this happened, she’d never, ever had a single solitary thought about Pete in either a romantic or sexual way before she went with Mikey to that show. That stupid show that she should have let Mikey either go to alone or not go to at all.
Because before when she thought of Pete, if she ever did it was more in the context of him being that guy that Mikey fucked around with before he met Alicia.
Now it’s all searching the internet for pictures of his dick, because she knows they’re out there so she can’t not look, she’s the type of girl that likes to be prepared for any eventuality and if she’s going to end up fucking Pete she wants to make sure that he doesn’t have any strange piercings or that she needs to brush up on her faking orgasm noises.
Also it’s been a while since she slept with guys and she has to think about that for a while, because she’s not a virgin, she fucked guys before Jamia, and there’d been that one threesome that she’s pretty sure doesn’t count because the guy had fucked Jamia not her while they’d been together, but there’s been no one since they split. Not a guy or a girl.
So there are the dick pictures that she saves in a special folder (password locked because Mikey is a sneaky fucker) along with all the pictures of his stupid face that she found weirdly endearing. There’s enough bookmarks of fan recordings of his shows that she could probably be considered a stalker in some states and she talks to him on the phone for 3 hours, getting no sleep and having Mikey looking at her all knowingly and shit.
He’s her best friend, knows her better than almost anybody, and the best friend code said she shouldn’t think about Pete at all because he was an ex and Mikey would have due cause to like maim her or something. She was expecting at the very least a lecture on suitability when she sort of casually mentioned to him that maybe Pete was okay and she kind of like him. Instead he got this speculative gleam in his eye that she didn’t likeat all because that look typically means that he’s having ideas. Mikey having ideas means that Gerard will pick up on them through osmosis and suddenly Frankie is going to spend their next album in a uniform that makes her want to pass out on stage.
That’s not fucking happening, she’s putting her foot down right the fuck now.
“Somehow, and I’m not sure how or even when it fucking happened… I like Pete,” she says, she spits it out like the sooner she says something that Alicia wants to hear the sooner she can get off the phone and forget this conversation ever happened.
“He’s a nice guy,” Alicia says slowly.
Except Alicia is involved in this conversation and if she doesn’t have a second phone that she is even now texting Mikey on Frankie will eat her leggings.
“He’s a mess, Alicia… and… he’s a mess,” Frankie says helplessly.
“You like cleaning up messes,” Alicia says softly.
“Not for other people to benefit from,” she mutters. Unless it’s her guys, she’s okay with cleaning things up for her guys. And the only one of her guys that would benefit from Frankie cleaning up Pete is Mikey and Mikey’s got Alicia. She drags a hand through her hair and draws her knees up to her chest, she doesn’t sigh even though she really wants to.
“Frankie,” Alicia starts.
“I’ll wear my short skirt, not the shortest one though because he won the bet but he had help,” Frankie says. “Then we’ll finish our shows and I’ll go home and forget this ever happened.”
It’s a lark; it’s what comes from being out on tour with three happily married bandmates and a revolving door of drummers.
Maybe she’ll call Jamia when she gets home.
“Frankie,” Alicia starts.
“I’m sorry I bothered you,” Frankie cuts her off before she can murmur platitudes that Frankie’s not going to believe anyway.
“We’re friends Frankie,” Alicia says softly. “More than that, we’re family and it’s gonna be okay, you’ll see.”
“You have a crystal ball now?” she knows she sounds sarcastic and maybe a little mean, Alicia just laughs at her.
“I do, and it tells me that it’s going to be okay. You’re gonna come home with Mikey and you’re gonna curl up on our couch and you and Mikey will watch awful B-movies and eat ice cream and play with the animals and it’s going to be okay.”
Frankie almost believes her.
u have blanket permission if it comes to it
Mikey blinks at his phone.
want pics though
His thumb hovers over the screen, trying to decide if multiple question marks will convey his confusion appropriately.
bring frankie home with u its time i think
He’s still trying to decide what he wants to type in, no question marks, he knows what he’s got permission for, he knows what his allowances are and Pete’s coming to a show solely to see Frankie in a short skirt so he knows that Pete’s at least a little bit interested; Frankie on the other hand is acting all squirrely about it. Admitting she likes him, not giving him anything else to work with.
But Pete will be there and Frankie will be there and he and Alicia talked about this once, a long time ago, a fantasy that was one of a long stream of fantasies that was so improbable that he’d known the likelihood of it coming true would take a genie and possibly an act of some God that allowed that kind of thing.
He knows what Alicia wants pictures of.
Hell if she were here instead of him he’d want pictures too.
;)
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Date: 2012-07-01 05:16 pm (UTC)