I Need Some Fucking Coffee

A/N Here's this weekend's update! Hope you like it :)

-Heidi

@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@

Paisley's P.O.V

Jessica was frantically digging through my clothes, trying to find me something to wear because to make me feel better, she said we were going clubbing tonight.

"Perfect!" I heard her exclaim. I looked over to see what she picked out for me. She was holding up a pair of blue short shorts, a black cardigan, and black strap on sandals.

"Wow. I didn't even know I owned that shit." I said, staring at the clothes in awe.

"Well, apparently you do. Now we have three hours before we need to leave and Frank should be home in about twenty minutes. So, I'm gonna go home, get changed, all that good stuff. You," she said while pointing to me,"are going to take a shower, wash your hair, shave your legs, and brush them teeth, cause girl your breath is nasty! Then I am gonna come over and do your hair in about an hour and a half. Okay?"

I nodded. She smiled and waved as she made her way out the door. About ten minutes after she left, Frank came in.

"Hey." He waved at me as he passed by my room on his way to the bathroom.

"Hey." I greeted him.

He finished with the bathroom and I decided I should take a shower and do what Jessica said before she came and rung my neck. I laughed to myself as I walked in and turned the shower on.

I washed my hair, brushed my teeth, and washed my face about twenty times. After I was done, I felt refreshed. It was honestly the best I have felt in a long time.

I walked out after putting the clothes Jessica picked out for me and into the living room to wait for her to get here to do my hair. Frank was sitting on the couch watching television. I sat next to him and he scanned me up and down.

"Where are you going dress like that? Not to be mean or anything, but you look like a slut." He said, smiling at me.

I looked at him and after about ten seconds of staring at each other, we burst into fits of laughter.

"Jessica picked it out. Tonight we're going clubbing." I rolled my eyes and Frank raised an eyebrow.

"You. Go clubbing."

"Yep." I replied.

He started laughing again and I punched his arm.

"It's not funny. She's trying to help me." I told him.

"That's great!" He said hugging me.

"Relax. I'm not feeling any better just yet." I looked at my hands in my lap.

I could feel the tears threatening to pour out of my eyes. I tried to blink them back, but they were burning my eyes. I couldn't hold it and I let it out.

"I miss him so much..." I whispered. Frank turned his attention from the television and looked at me.

"Paisley..."

"Why hasn't he talked to me? Does he hate me? Does he not love me anymore?" I had so many questions that I knew couldn't be answered unless I asked him myself. But I couldn't. I couldn't possibly face him again without breaking down. Without being let down.

"Paisley, he's just...he's not good with expressing the way he feels. He does love you. He always has, but when you accused him of sleeping with other women when you didn't let him tell you anything, it broke his heart. He thinks you hate him and never want to see him again."

"He does?" I asked.

Does he really think I hate him?

Fuck. What is wrong with me!

I should have listened to what he had to say. I should have let him explain things. It's all my fault!

Frank nodded and my crying only got louder.

Jessica walked in and saw Frank hugging me and I was lying on him, crying. My face was red, tears were streaming down my face. She rushed over to me and asked Frank what happened. He didn't answer her. After about fifteen minutes, they managed to calm me down. Jessica tried to make me feel better by doing my hair.

After burning my ears a few times, and lots of cursing, my hair looked amazing. The back parts of my hair were curled and put in a pony tail. The front parts of my hair were perfectly straightened and pinned. My long bangs, that went to my chin, were brushed to one side. She turned my face to face her and put black lipstick, eyeliner, and eyeshadow on my face.

She stepped back and then shook her head.

"What?" I asked.

"It doesn't look right..." She trailed off.

Her face brightened and she dragged me to my room and started doing all kinds of things to my wardrobe. She cut a little here, she sowed a little there.

--------------------------------------------------------

I was staring at myself in the mirror. I looked amazing!

My short shorts had ripped black over white tights under them, which looked pretty cool, I had on black gloves with holes in them, my black cardigan was now ripped with patches of red sowed into it on the sides. I looked a little like a zombie and I was loving it. My sandals were replaced with combat boots. I could barely recognize myself. I walked into the living room where Frank still was and his mouth fell to the ground.

"That is a huge fucking improvement. You look great Pays!!!" He hugged me and I hugged him back.

Unknown's P.O.V

I saw her. Still so beautiful. She was a lot older since I last seen her. She has matured into a beautiful woman. I watched as she walked down the sidewalk with another girl. They looked to be good friends. I was right behind her. My beloved Paisley. I will get her back. I will make her love me again. She will be mine. I won't let anyone take her from me this time now that her "mother" is dead.

Don't worry, I'll come for you Paisley.

My perfect little princess...

Gerard's P.O.V

She hates me, she hates me. She fucking hates me! She wouldn't even let me explain myself to her. I can't believe it. I'm such a fuck up. I mean, I did have sex with some slut, but I was drunk and I didn't know what I was doing. I wanted to tell her, but I knew we would fight. Man, I'm such a fucking idiot. I should've just talked to her about it. Now, I'm too afraid to just walk over to Frank's and talk to her.

Yeah, cause your a fuck up.

Yeah, I know.

Told you.

I know, I know shutup.

You should listen to me more often.

Shutup!

Just saying.

What am I going to do? She's never going to forgive me. Especially since I've started drinking again.

Damnit! I love her so much. I'm gonna talk to her. Maybe she would actually listen to me. I hope so. First, I need to clean myself up... Cause damn, I stink.

-----------------------------------------------------

I knocked on the door of Frank's house. A moment later Frank opened it and looked a little shock.

"Dude! I thought you were never going to come out of that room!" Frank greeted.

I rolled my eyes.

"Where's Paisley?" I asked.

He took a breath.

"Her and Jessica went out clubbing. You can chill here until they get back, but I don't think you being here is such a good idea..." Frank trailed off.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Paisley has been torn apart. You broke her heart Gee. She thinks she's worthless. She thinks you hate her and that she's not good enough for anyone. I think she's even started cutting herself again." Frank looked at the ground.

Is it true? She thinks I hate her? All this time I thought she hated me.

I'm such a terrible person.

I made her think she's worthless. I made her start cutting again...

"God, I'm an idiot." I sighed.

"An idiot with sexy red hair." Frank corrected, which made me laugh a little.

"Come on. I'll get you some coffee." He opened the door so that I could come inside.

Coffee.

Coffee.

That's what I need.

I need some fucking coffee.