Post by `emz0, bby. on Aug 25, 2007 13:40:11 GMT -5
i had bad writers block, so i decided to end it here. i know youll hate me for the ending, but i dont care. ;D
We decided to skip the last week of school. They already held graduation for some reason no one knows. So we left that Monday. Everyone piled into Gerard’s mom’s minivan, and I just so happened to sit next to Frank. Everyone was talking and laughing except for me and Frank. Somehow, they got on the topic of Frank and I. That’s when I decided to put on my iPod. All of a sudden, I heard Rachel say, “Right, Brit?” I paused my iPod and looked at her. “What?” “I said, you still love Frank more than anything, right, Brit?” Frank didn’t seem to be paying any attention at all to the conversation. He was staring out the window. “Yeah,” I replied distantly. Pretty soon, I was dozing off. I woke up, and I realized my head was on Frank’s shoulder. I also realized that his head was resting on mine. “Aww, the sleeping beauties woke up,” Bob joked. I felt Frank move, so I figured I should move my head before he said anything. Then, I got a text message from…Sonny. “I <333 you” “So you and Sonny are together now?” I guess Frank saw the text. “No. He really likes me and wants to get together, but I don’t like him like that. I love someone else.” “Oh.” “So are you with that girl you were with at the mall?” “She’s just a fan. And besides which, I’m in love with someone.” “I see.” That was the end of our conversation. Soon enough, we stopped at a hotel for the night. We got four rooms, two people per room. We all grabbed random room keys and headed up to our rooms. I'm in a room with Frank. What’s up with my luck today? “Let’s go to the pool!” Rachel yelled. “I don’t have a bathing suit, Rach. I‘m too self-conscious to even think about getting into one.” “Well, let’s go buy you one!” Rachel pulled me out of the room. After trying on many she picked out, she decided I should get a black bikini with red skulls on it. I wasn’t exactly thrilled, since I think I have the worst body on the planet. Everyone was already in the pool when we got back, so we slipped into our bathing suits and went down to the pool.
Honestly, I still love Brit. I really do. When we happened to have to same room, I was extremely happy. I really want her back, and I figure I’ll be able to talk to her about it. We all went down to the pool. No one was there, so we had it all to ourselves. When Brit finally came down, all I could do was look at her. She looks good in a bathing suit. When she wears her usual clothes you can’t tell, but in her bikini you can see how nice of a body she has. I was shocked she was wearing a bathing suit, let alone a bikini because I know how self-conscious she is, but I don’t know why she is. Rachel jumped in, but Brittany slid in from the side. She walked by me. “Wow, you look really good.” “Thanks.” She blushed. I smiled at her. “Listen, Brit, I know this is a weird time, but I really want you back. I love you so much.” “I want you back. Badly.” “Then I guess that settles it. We’re back together.” “Yeah.” she smiled. I kissed her, and pretty much right after I did Gerard said something. “Aww, Frankie’s got his girl back. Now he can stop being miserable.” I gave him the finger and he laughed. We swam over to everyone. “Let’s get wasted.” “Mikey, have you ever had a drink in your life?” “I don’t know.” “I agree with Mikey. Let’s get wasted.” I guess it was decided then by Rachel and Mikey that we were all to get wasted. Obviously this would happen up in our rooms because I don’t think the manager would be pleased to see minors getting drunk beside his pool. All our rooms are connected, which are pretty cool. I don’t know why though. Gerard and Ray bought the alcohol, and we all gathered in mine and Brittany’s room. I didn’t drink much at all, but Brit got completely drunk. She acted entirely out of character too. I was leaning against the foot of one of the beds when she came up to me. “Hey sexy,” she said, wrapping her arms around my waist and coming closer to me. “Hey,” I replied, putting my arms around her waist. “I love you,” she whispered, pulling her lips closer to mine. The kiss was passionate, and I knew she wanted to go farther, but she’s drunk. She started lifting up my shirt [yes, everyone was still in the room]. “Brit, no. You’re drunk.” “I’m not drunk. Just a little buzzed,” she told me. “Brit, no. I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret later when you’re sober.” “It’s not like it’s the first time.” “Still, I don’t want that to happen.” “Fine,” she said, recoiling her arms and turning around. I could tell she was mad. “Don’t be mad at me.” “I’m not.” “Yes, you are. I hear it in your voice,” I said, wrapping my arms around her waist and putting my chin on her shoulder. “I won’t regret anything having to do with you, unless it’s losing you again.” “What are you gonna do when you go off to college? There will be plenty of hot guys there.” “I don’t think I’m gonna go to college. I want to be with you on tour.” “But you’re a smart girl. You’ll get far. And touring is nothing special.” “But I wanna be with you. I love you so much.” Not even five minutes ago she sounded completely drunk, but now she sounds like she didn‘t have any drinks at all. “And I love you, which is why I want you to go to college. I want you to get a great job and succeed.” “But I’m with you. My life is already perfect.” “Are you sure you’re drunk?” She smiled. “I’m not. I just wanted to act weird,” she giggled. “I can’t believe you!” I was shocked. I wasn’t mad, I just couldn’t believe it. “I’m a good actress, aren’t I?” “Better than I thought. But really, I don‘t want you to miss out on going to college.” “But I don’t want to miss out on spending time with you and seeing where you go.” I hate saying no to her, and in this case, I don’t know how to do it. It’s not that I don’t want her coming on tour with us, I’d love it if she did, it’s just that I want her to get a great education and excel. “Brit, you don’t have to worry about that. Where I go is not nearly as important as your future.” “Fine, I’ll think about going to college.” “Thank you,” I said, kissing her cheek.
i know it sucks, but dont be too rude when you tell me that.
We decided to skip the last week of school. They already held graduation for some reason no one knows. So we left that Monday. Everyone piled into Gerard’s mom’s minivan, and I just so happened to sit next to Frank. Everyone was talking and laughing except for me and Frank. Somehow, they got on the topic of Frank and I. That’s when I decided to put on my iPod. All of a sudden, I heard Rachel say, “Right, Brit?” I paused my iPod and looked at her. “What?” “I said, you still love Frank more than anything, right, Brit?” Frank didn’t seem to be paying any attention at all to the conversation. He was staring out the window. “Yeah,” I replied distantly. Pretty soon, I was dozing off. I woke up, and I realized my head was on Frank’s shoulder. I also realized that his head was resting on mine. “Aww, the sleeping beauties woke up,” Bob joked. I felt Frank move, so I figured I should move my head before he said anything. Then, I got a text message from…Sonny. “I <333 you” “So you and Sonny are together now?” I guess Frank saw the text. “No. He really likes me and wants to get together, but I don’t like him like that. I love someone else.” “Oh.” “So are you with that girl you were with at the mall?” “She’s just a fan. And besides which, I’m in love with someone.” “I see.” That was the end of our conversation. Soon enough, we stopped at a hotel for the night. We got four rooms, two people per room. We all grabbed random room keys and headed up to our rooms. I'm in a room with Frank. What’s up with my luck today? “Let’s go to the pool!” Rachel yelled. “I don’t have a bathing suit, Rach. I‘m too self-conscious to even think about getting into one.” “Well, let’s go buy you one!” Rachel pulled me out of the room. After trying on many she picked out, she decided I should get a black bikini with red skulls on it. I wasn’t exactly thrilled, since I think I have the worst body on the planet. Everyone was already in the pool when we got back, so we slipped into our bathing suits and went down to the pool.
FRANK’S POV
Honestly, I still love Brit. I really do. When we happened to have to same room, I was extremely happy. I really want her back, and I figure I’ll be able to talk to her about it. We all went down to the pool. No one was there, so we had it all to ourselves. When Brit finally came down, all I could do was look at her. She looks good in a bathing suit. When she wears her usual clothes you can’t tell, but in her bikini you can see how nice of a body she has. I was shocked she was wearing a bathing suit, let alone a bikini because I know how self-conscious she is, but I don’t know why she is. Rachel jumped in, but Brittany slid in from the side. She walked by me. “Wow, you look really good.” “Thanks.” She blushed. I smiled at her. “Listen, Brit, I know this is a weird time, but I really want you back. I love you so much.” “I want you back. Badly.” “Then I guess that settles it. We’re back together.” “Yeah.” she smiled. I kissed her, and pretty much right after I did Gerard said something. “Aww, Frankie’s got his girl back. Now he can stop being miserable.” I gave him the finger and he laughed. We swam over to everyone. “Let’s get wasted.” “Mikey, have you ever had a drink in your life?” “I don’t know.” “I agree with Mikey. Let’s get wasted.” I guess it was decided then by Rachel and Mikey that we were all to get wasted. Obviously this would happen up in our rooms because I don’t think the manager would be pleased to see minors getting drunk beside his pool. All our rooms are connected, which are pretty cool. I don’t know why though. Gerard and Ray bought the alcohol, and we all gathered in mine and Brittany’s room. I didn’t drink much at all, but Brit got completely drunk. She acted entirely out of character too. I was leaning against the foot of one of the beds when she came up to me. “Hey sexy,” she said, wrapping her arms around my waist and coming closer to me. “Hey,” I replied, putting my arms around her waist. “I love you,” she whispered, pulling her lips closer to mine. The kiss was passionate, and I knew she wanted to go farther, but she’s drunk. She started lifting up my shirt [yes, everyone was still in the room]. “Brit, no. You’re drunk.” “I’m not drunk. Just a little buzzed,” she told me. “Brit, no. I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret later when you’re sober.” “It’s not like it’s the first time.” “Still, I don’t want that to happen.” “Fine,” she said, recoiling her arms and turning around. I could tell she was mad. “Don’t be mad at me.” “I’m not.” “Yes, you are. I hear it in your voice,” I said, wrapping my arms around her waist and putting my chin on her shoulder. “I won’t regret anything having to do with you, unless it’s losing you again.” “What are you gonna do when you go off to college? There will be plenty of hot guys there.” “I don’t think I’m gonna go to college. I want to be with you on tour.” “But you’re a smart girl. You’ll get far. And touring is nothing special.” “But I wanna be with you. I love you so much.” Not even five minutes ago she sounded completely drunk, but now she sounds like she didn‘t have any drinks at all. “And I love you, which is why I want you to go to college. I want you to get a great job and succeed.” “But I’m with you. My life is already perfect.” “Are you sure you’re drunk?” She smiled. “I’m not. I just wanted to act weird,” she giggled. “I can’t believe you!” I was shocked. I wasn’t mad, I just couldn’t believe it. “I’m a good actress, aren’t I?” “Better than I thought. But really, I don‘t want you to miss out on going to college.” “But I don’t want to miss out on spending time with you and seeing where you go.” I hate saying no to her, and in this case, I don’t know how to do it. It’s not that I don’t want her coming on tour with us, I’d love it if she did, it’s just that I want her to get a great education and excel. “Brit, you don’t have to worry about that. Where I go is not nearly as important as your future.” “Fine, I’ll think about going to college.” “Thank you,” I said, kissing her cheek.
i know it sucks, but dont be too rude when you tell me that.
:DEvil Tim
