Bittersweet

Tonight I'm feeling like an astronaut

It's been almost two weeks since I've heard from anyone.
Mikey was working a lot lately so he couldn't actually call me.
I didn't want to see Ray and Pete because then I'd have to explain the thing with Bert again and I really didn't want that. Of course they sent me a lot of text messages and tried to call me a few times but after two days of me trying to avoid all contact with them, they gave up.

And Frank...
I didn't want to admit it, but he was the only person that I would have wanted to talk to.
But he didn't try to contact Me and I didn't want to seem too clingy so I defenetly want texting him first.

It wasn't like I isolated myself completely. I went to work every day, even though I was scared of seeing Bert at first.
After our fight he constantly tried to talk to me, trying to tell me that he was sorry. But I wouldn't fall for this shit again.
When I went to work I was shaking, scared to see into Bert's betraying eyes but that problem soon was solved when I heard that Bert decided to call in sick for the next three weeks.
And with a new boost of confidence I could actually walk up to Mr. Darley and talk to him about something, that spontaneously came to my mind the day before

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I haven't actually left the house in a while.
Actually I only step outside to go to work and buy some food but besides that, my bed was the only place I wanted to be.

Needless to say that I wasn't in a good mood or even "okay" but I kept telling myself that it was fine as long as I was still in time at ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRIES.

My friends had long stopped trying to get to me and I felt like I had stopped existing in Frank's world.
And I don't know why.

Was it something I said the last time we saw each other?
Or was he just bored of me already?

But of course I didn't care. No I... Totally didn't.
And I totally didn't jump right to my phone when I heard it vibrating softly.

To: Gerard Way
From: Frank Iero
Get dressed. Pick you up in 10.

At first I thought about how cliché it was that I was just thinking about Frank and now he was actually texting me
Then I tried my best to get rid of this flattery feeling that appeared inside of my stomache as I read the text a second time.
And by the third time I've read the words I asked myself how he knew that I was wearing my pajamas.

For a millisecond I thought about just ditching him. Telling him that I was busy
But then I remembered that I had been waiting for a text for days now and Frank wouldn't take a 'No' as an answer anyways so I stood up with a heavy sigh on my lips.
As soon as my feet touched the ground I felt myself growing nervous.
I hadn't showered in days, my hair was messy, I was probably smelling really bad and my face looked like I had just fallen down a big staircase.
How was I supposed to fix all of this in only 10 minutes.
Well... 9 now.
He most important thing was getting dressed. Showering wasn't THAT important but I couldn't step in fronf of Frank with my PJ's on, right?

So after throwing on some black jeans and a white and blue striped shirt I brushed my teeth first.
At least my mouth should be in a good shape...
Noe I had still about five minutes to spend. Not enough for a shower, but I could apply some make up in that time to hide the fact that I had just left the bed.

I quickly put on some concealer under my eyes and on my forehead. After that I hid some red spots on my cheeks under a layer of foundation.
I smirked slightly when I remembered the day I bought the makeup. I was so embarrassed about anybody seeing me buy makeup that I spent half an hour trying to think of a good excuse.
When I later wanted to pay I was almost disappointed when I saw that the girl behind the counter, that was chewing loudly on a pink chewing gum, was totally uninterested in a guy buying makeup products.
She even looked annoyed when I told her that it was for my sister.

I was pushed out of my thoughts by the doorbell ringing.
Frank was already here.
He must have written that message whilst driving.

"I'm coming", I yelled, putting everything away again and practically jumping to the front door.

"Oh that you do", he grinned as I opened the door for him.

I rolled my eyes.
How could somebody just... push away my bad mood with one single sentence and a smirk that could break hearts in an instant

"Do you wanna... Come in or something?", I asked when Frank didn't make an attempt to enter my apartment.

"Nope", he just said, leaning against the frame

I waited for him to explain but he just stared at me, saying nothing

"So you... want to go somewhere?", I asked further.

"Yepp", he answered, grinning even more.

"So I should get a jacket", it was more of a statement than an actual question, but I still waited for him to nod before I turned around and put on a light gray winter Jacket.
I had a lot of jackets.
Fight me.

"Ready?", Frank asked, letting his eyes wander over my body for a few times.

"Yeah", I said, "where are we going?"

Frank pretended to be thinking about my question for a moment before he opened the car door and said: "suprise"

"O-Okay?", I muttered and frowned.
Franks suprise's never ended well.

We both got into the care and when he started the engine a thought popped into my mind.

"You're not going to kidnap me in a shopping cart again, will you?", I asked kind of shocked

Frank snorted
"First of all I didn't kidnap you. I didn't force you to get into that cart. Secondly no, that's not where we're heading to"

I let out a breath.
Good, because I didn't like the thought of sitting in this hard vehicle again...

"But Dragging you along in this tiny cart was actually funny to look at. I'll think about the kidnapping thing again", he smiled in my direction.

And even though I should feel bad, I smiled back.