Jessica?

Frank's P.O.V

Me, Gerard, and Paisley were shopping for school stuff. Paisley and Gerard were all giggly and lovey. Of course, I was the third wheel, which, to be honest, sucked ass. Tons of ass. Haha Monkey ass. God I'm weird. And adorable. But mostly weird...

We walked down the isles, getting everything we needed. I hated shopping. It was so boorrrriiinnngggg. And we weren't even getting foods or snacks. Sigh.

Gerard and Paisley turned into a different section of the store and while I was turning the shopping cart, I rammed into someone.

"Ow!" They screamed. I had run over someone's foot and also hit their stomach. I turned to apologize, but stopped. In front of me was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She had light brown hair that went no further than her chin and skin that looked like it had been kissed by the sun. She was wearing black jeans and a All American Rejects tshirt. There were tattoos covering her left arm and she had nose and eyebrow piercings. She was perfect. I couldn't stop staring at her. She looked up at me and cringed.

"You know, when someone runs into me with a shopping cart, I usually get an apology." She snapped.

I suddenly remembered what was going on and I blinked my eyes a couple times.

"I am so sorry. I really am. I should watch where I'm going." I rushed out.

She started laughing. I was a little confused. What's going on?

"I got you! I totally scared the shit out of you! You should have seen your face Frankie!"

Holy fuck. She knows who I am?

"How do you know who I am?" I asked.

"You don't remember me? Jessica Pines? Best friends since third grade?" Jessica? Holy shit! I haven't heard from her since eighth grade when she moved to California. I thought she forgot about me.

I didn't know what to say.

"Jessica? No fucking way." I said.

"Frankie come ooonnnnn." Paisley walked up to us, dragging Gerard with her.

"Who's this?" Gerard asked.

"Oh Gerard, Paisley, this is Jessica. We were besties in middle school and we lost touch, but here she is! Jessica, this is Gerard and Paisley." I pointed to them and Jessica beamed.

"Nice to meet you!" She said.

I saw Paisley give me a look of approval.

"I like her." Paisley said, scanning her outfit and tattoos, as well as her piercings. I laughed nervously.

Jessica and I ended up talking. It was like we never lost touch. She looked nothing like she used to. She was always so beautiful and perfect, but now she was fucking gorgeous. I barely even recognized her. Okay, I didn't really recognize her. But still. She looks different, but it's still the same old Jessica. We talked about all kinds of stuff. I told her about My Chem. And how we had our first gig tonight. I told her about Pailey and Gerard and how things have been. She told me that she was going to be attending college here, in New Jersey to become a music teacher. She also learned how to play electric guitar. We listened to most of the same bands and we were inseparable again. Just like we were all those years ago. All those years ago when I fell for her and was too afraid to say it. It's been so long. And after such a small amount of time, seeing her after so long, I'm starting to fall for her again.

Jessica's P.O.V

Frank and I were catching up in things. I can't believe it's been such a long time since we've seen each other. I had the biggest crush on him in middle school and I think I still did. Of course, I could never actually tell him that. Frank wouldn't like me anyways. I mean, I'm not exactly the prettiest girl. My face is the color of light caramel, I have tattoos and piercings. I'm not exactly guy material I guess. Besides, Frank probably only thinks of me as a best friend or some shit.

Me and Frank exchanged numbers and he invited me to the band's first gig. I was pretty excited. Frank had to leave, so I told him I would see him tonight. Of course there's only one problem. I didn't know what the fuck I was going to wear. I sighed and pulled out my phone. Even though I just saw him and could have asked him earlier before he left, I got lost in his eyes and couldn't exactly concentrate so it was better to just text him now than look like an idiot later.

{Texts}

Jessica: Frankiiieeeeeee

Frank:Jeeesssiiieeee

Jessica: What should I wear for the gig tonight?

Frank: I don't know. Wear something nice. Like some jeans, a nice shirt. Maybe nothing at all....;)

Jessica: Horny fucker.

Frank: Hey, your the one that asked.

Jessica: Whatever. :P See you tonight ya weirdo.

Frank: Bye bye messy Jessie.

I rolled my eyes. Messy Jessie is what the kids in middle school used to call me. I didn't care about how I looked and I was really disorganized so I didn't brush my hair much and everything in my locker was just shoved in there. If I remember correctly, there were a few times when I would open my locker and everything would fall out. Luckily, Frank was there to help me pick it up before we were late to class.

When I got home, I checked the time. I had about three hours until the gig. I went to my closet on the far side of my bedroom after greeting my mom and dad in the living room, and began the search for decent clothing. I ended up with a pair of black leggings with a short skirt over them and a red button up shirt with a black cotton jacket. I went inside the bathroom that was on the other side of my room and took a shower. I got out of the shower and put on the clothes I picked out. Once the clothes were on, I went to the mirror and put on some eyeliner and mascara. After taming my hair with a brush and a very hot flat iron that I burned my ear with countless times, I decided I looked somewhat decent. I slipped on my black converse. I checked the time and saw that I had thirty minutes to get to the place that Frank told me the gig was at. Making my way to the front door, I kissed my mom and dad goodbye. They didn't care about where I went that much, so long as I always came back. I suppose I was okay with it, but it would have been nice to have parents who worry about you or try too hard once in a while. I guess they thought I was old enough to deal with my own problems and going out on my own without a curfew. I mean I didn't want them to strangle me with rules or anything, but still...

Gerard's P.O.V

Me and Paisley were dressed and at the bar that we were performing at. We were doing a sound check and Paisley had a camera, ready to take pictures for the MCR website. She was wearing black jeans and a dark blue sweater that was ripped at the sides and showed her skin. God, she was beautiful. She said she might dye her hair blue or something. Personally, I liked her black hair, but I thought blue would look good too. It didn't matter, she would still be the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

Frank, Ray, Bob, and Mikey were all set and our sound check was complete. The bar was really popular so there was going to be a lot of people here. And it was huge. You could fit about two or three hundred people in there. Yes, it was that big. Frank looked nervous and he was staring at the door. I walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, man. She'll be here." I assured him. Ever since we left the store, Jessica is all he's been talking about. It was actually really adorable and I was major fan girling. They were perfect for each other and I hadn't met anyone that was shorter than Frank until I met her. And that was saying something because Frank was so short it was almost as if he was shrinking instead of growing. Honestly, I never thought the day would come that Frank would find a girl as awesome and crazy as he was. Well, I stand corrected. Him and Jessica would be such a cute couple. I was already shipping them. Frank was fidgeting and he nodded nervously.

"I hope so. Do you think she likes me?" He asked. I laughed. Frank gave me a death glare. I held up my hands in surrender.

"Well if she doesn't, you'll always have me Fwankieee." I gave him my best puppy dog face. He sniffled. "Really GeeBear? You mean it?"

"Of course!" I joked. Frank opened his mouth to say something, but the sound of the doors to the bar opening captured his attention. His face brightened and he ran to the door at lighting speed as he picked Jessica up in a hug. Jessica giggled.

They started complimenting each other on their outfits. Me and the guys were all wearing black button up shirt with black dress pants and a red tie with black dress shoes. In my opinion, we looked bad ass.

No you didn't.

Yes we did.

I didn't say they didn't. I said you didn't.

Yes I do. I'm pretty bad ass.

It's not good to lie, Gee.

Who said I was lying?

Who said you weren't?

Ugh, you get on my nerves.

So you get on your nerves?

No.

That's what you just said.

What?

I'm you dip shit.

Psh. Duh.

I rolled my eyes at myself, which I guess was really weird. Maybe I need to see a therapist or something. I should probably look into that. Eh, I'll do It later, right now I have a show to do. Our first fucking show! So pumped for this shit.