Post by `emz0, bby. on Jun 23, 2007 23:43:06 GMT -5
i am very tired so i am going to go to bed. [me personally]
I opened my eyes to Frank’s face, and he was still sleeping. He had his arm around me, and I put my hands on his shirtless chest, just gazing at him contently. He opened his eyes and smiled at me. He gave me a soft kiss, and it made me so happy. “Let’s go spy on Rachel and Mikey. I wanna see what they’re up to.” “Brit, I don’t think they’re up to anything.” “I think they are.” We both got up and I led the way. I opened Rachel’s door a crack, and I was so surprised. Mikey and Rachel were cuddling on her bed. “I get spied on the whole night for being in a room with a boy alone, but you come back and do the same thing.” “Um, well, you see…” “Mikey, wait till I tell your brother about this….” “Wait till I tell them what you were doing.” “What was I doing? Please, enlighten me.” “It.” “Was not.” “Was too.” “Mikey I have my cellphone right here. Your brother’s number isn’t that hard to get to.” “I’ll just call your MOM and tell her that you did it.” “My MOM?! No you won’t. My mother will murder me. And she won’t listen to me tell her it’s not true after she hears it from you.” “Well, we all know you want to do that with Brittany.” “I don’t want to do that. I love her, and I don’t want to move too fast.” He is so sweet. Do you feel like a man when you push her around, do you feel better now as she falls to the ground, well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found My father is calling. Great. “Yeah?” Brittany, where have you been?” “I’m at Rachel’s house.” “Do I hear boys? What’s going on?” “Nothing dad, everything’s okay.” “I want you home now.” “Fine.” I hung up and thought about how my father got so drunk by 10:00 AM. “My dad said I need to go home.” “I’ll walk you home.” “Thanks. Bye Rach, bye Mikey.” “SO LONG AND GOODNIIIIIGHT!” “Mikey, keep the singing to Gee.” We walked out the door, and Frank grabbed my hand. “Why is your father so bitter?” “He doesn’t have the life he dreamed he’d have.” “How so? He has a beautiful daughter.” “He never wanted this to happen. He never wanted me to happen. I was a mistake. He tells me my mother left because of me.” “He’s horrible. You don’t deserve a father like him.” “He feels that if his life has to be miserable, mine does too.” “I don’t get him.” “Here we are,” I said reluctantly. “Wait, I never got your phone number…” “973-835-7122” “I’ll call you later.” Frank kissed me, then I slowly walking into the house, dreading the moment my father opened his mouth. “Who was that boy?” “Frank, Rachel’s friend. He’s also in My Chemical Romance.” “Go to your room and I’ll call you down when I want to talk to you.” “Dad! I’m sixteen! I can have a boyfriend!” “So he’s your boyfriend?” “Not officially, no…” “Go to your room. I’ll call you down when I want to speak to you.” I stomped up the steps. Why does he have to be this way? I threw myself onto my bed. Late dawns and early sunsets, just like my favorite scenes, then holding hands and life was perfect, just like up on the screen Perfect timing. This time I was being serious. “Hey.” “I told you I’d call you.” “Not soon enough.” “Did he yell at you?” “Yeah. I told him I’m sixteen I can have a boyfriend and he asked if you were my boyfriend. I said no, not officially and he told me to go to my room.” “Do you want it to be official?” “Maybe…” “Then it is.” “My father calling me, I’ll talk to you later.” “Okay, I love you.” “I love you too.” I got off my bed and I went downstairs. If my father had just called me then why was he on the phone? “Can I have the number for Frank Iero?…..Yes…Thank you.” “Dad! Don’t, please!” “Hello…Is this the Frank Iero that goes ot high school here in Belleville?” “Dad, stop!” “Brittany, shut up….Yes, I’d like you to come over so I can meet you….Now would be fine…..See you in a little bit.” My heart sunk. “Dad…” “If you’re going to have a boyfriend I might as well get to know him. Now sit on this couch until he gets here.” Something’s gotta be up. How could he change attitudes that quickly? I’m scared. “He’s here, can I get the door?” “Yeah, go ahead.” My stomach sank deeper with every step I took. “Hey.” “Sorry about this, I really am Frank.” “Don’t worry about it.” We walked into the living room. “Frank this is my dad, Dad, this is Frank.” “Name’s Warren. You can call me what you’d like.” We sat down on the couch and I grabbed his hand immediately. “So, how’d you meet Brittany?” “Rachel introduced us. I’m really glad she did.” “I see…Do you plan on going any further than kissing my daughter?” “Dad! What is wrong with you?!” Frank was shocked and embarrassed at the same time. “I’m just trying to be a good father.” “For once in your life.” Frank and I went up into my bedroom. “I thought you said he was an ass..” “He is. Usually.” “I don’t like him. But I don’t wanna talk about him anymore. Let’s talk about us.” He grinned just the way I liked him to, and he kissed me. He put his arms around me, and his lips lingered. Our kiss turned into a make out session. I’m so glad my father didn’t walk in on us. I love Frank so much.
sheesh, i wrote that? thats waaaay too mushy.
I opened my eyes to Frank’s face, and he was still sleeping. He had his arm around me, and I put my hands on his shirtless chest, just gazing at him contently. He opened his eyes and smiled at me. He gave me a soft kiss, and it made me so happy. “Let’s go spy on Rachel and Mikey. I wanna see what they’re up to.” “Brit, I don’t think they’re up to anything.” “I think they are.” We both got up and I led the way. I opened Rachel’s door a crack, and I was so surprised. Mikey and Rachel were cuddling on her bed. “I get spied on the whole night for being in a room with a boy alone, but you come back and do the same thing.” “Um, well, you see…” “Mikey, wait till I tell your brother about this….” “Wait till I tell them what you were doing.” “What was I doing? Please, enlighten me.” “It.” “Was not.” “Was too.” “Mikey I have my cellphone right here. Your brother’s number isn’t that hard to get to.” “I’ll just call your MOM and tell her that you did it.” “My MOM?! No you won’t. My mother will murder me. And she won’t listen to me tell her it’s not true after she hears it from you.” “Well, we all know you want to do that with Brittany.” “I don’t want to do that. I love her, and I don’t want to move too fast.” He is so sweet. Do you feel like a man when you push her around, do you feel better now as she falls to the ground, well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found My father is calling. Great. “Yeah?” Brittany, where have you been?” “I’m at Rachel’s house.” “Do I hear boys? What’s going on?” “Nothing dad, everything’s okay.” “I want you home now.” “Fine.” I hung up and thought about how my father got so drunk by 10:00 AM. “My dad said I need to go home.” “I’ll walk you home.” “Thanks. Bye Rach, bye Mikey.” “SO LONG AND GOODNIIIIIGHT!” “Mikey, keep the singing to Gee.” We walked out the door, and Frank grabbed my hand. “Why is your father so bitter?” “He doesn’t have the life he dreamed he’d have.” “How so? He has a beautiful daughter.” “He never wanted this to happen. He never wanted me to happen. I was a mistake. He tells me my mother left because of me.” “He’s horrible. You don’t deserve a father like him.” “He feels that if his life has to be miserable, mine does too.” “I don’t get him.” “Here we are,” I said reluctantly. “Wait, I never got your phone number…” “973-835-7122” “I’ll call you later.” Frank kissed me, then I slowly walking into the house, dreading the moment my father opened his mouth. “Who was that boy?” “Frank, Rachel’s friend. He’s also in My Chemical Romance.” “Go to your room and I’ll call you down when I want to talk to you.” “Dad! I’m sixteen! I can have a boyfriend!” “So he’s your boyfriend?” “Not officially, no…” “Go to your room. I’ll call you down when I want to speak to you.” I stomped up the steps. Why does he have to be this way? I threw myself onto my bed. Late dawns and early sunsets, just like my favorite scenes, then holding hands and life was perfect, just like up on the screen Perfect timing. This time I was being serious. “Hey.” “I told you I’d call you.” “Not soon enough.” “Did he yell at you?” “Yeah. I told him I’m sixteen I can have a boyfriend and he asked if you were my boyfriend. I said no, not officially and he told me to go to my room.” “Do you want it to be official?” “Maybe…” “Then it is.” “My father calling me, I’ll talk to you later.” “Okay, I love you.” “I love you too.” I got off my bed and I went downstairs. If my father had just called me then why was he on the phone? “Can I have the number for Frank Iero?…..Yes…Thank you.” “Dad! Don’t, please!” “Hello…Is this the Frank Iero that goes ot high school here in Belleville?” “Dad, stop!” “Brittany, shut up….Yes, I’d like you to come over so I can meet you….Now would be fine…..See you in a little bit.” My heart sunk. “Dad…” “If you’re going to have a boyfriend I might as well get to know him. Now sit on this couch until he gets here.” Something’s gotta be up. How could he change attitudes that quickly? I’m scared. “He’s here, can I get the door?” “Yeah, go ahead.” My stomach sank deeper with every step I took. “Hey.” “Sorry about this, I really am Frank.” “Don’t worry about it.” We walked into the living room. “Frank this is my dad, Dad, this is Frank.” “Name’s Warren. You can call me what you’d like.” We sat down on the couch and I grabbed his hand immediately. “So, how’d you meet Brittany?” “Rachel introduced us. I’m really glad she did.” “I see…Do you plan on going any further than kissing my daughter?” “Dad! What is wrong with you?!” Frank was shocked and embarrassed at the same time. “I’m just trying to be a good father.” “For once in your life.” Frank and I went up into my bedroom. “I thought you said he was an ass..” “He is. Usually.” “I don’t like him. But I don’t wanna talk about him anymore. Let’s talk about us.” He grinned just the way I liked him to, and he kissed me. He put his arms around me, and his lips lingered. Our kiss turned into a make out session. I’m so glad my father didn’t walk in on us. I love Frank so much.
sheesh, i wrote that? thats waaaay too mushy.