Dance With Me

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A/N: for a little backstory, our main two characters, Margot and Harlee, went to High School with Frank, and the story starts at a High School Reunion taking place in 2004 :)

Harlee pulled out her phone, and dialled her best friend, Margot's number. She picked up after a few seconds, and was greeted by Harlee whisper shouting down the line.
"Margot, where the fuck are you, I refuse to go in there by myself!"
By 'there', she meant the house their high school reunion was being held. The reason she was refusing to go in there alone was because it was full of idiots.
"Relax!" Margots voice struggled down the line, due to the phones being Nokias, and lack of WiFi. "I'll get there in just a second, I'm like a block away." She said, hanging up. And sure enough she came hurtling down the drive two minutes later.
"Finally!! I thought you'd fallen down a ditch." Harlee said, rolling her eyes.
"Fair assumption." Margot replied, who was prone to clumsiness. The pair walked inside, and found a corner in the living room from which they could quietly judge people unnoticed. That was of course until they inevitably were noticed.

⭑

"God, Max's hair looks like he's been dragged through eight bushes and three hedges in the past eight minutes." Harlee remarked at a particularly annoying boy, greeted by giggling from Margot.
"I know right!" A guys voice came from next to them, making Margot almost fall out of her chair.
"Fucking hell!" Harlee half screamed half laughed.
"Wait I know who you are, don't tell me.." she said, turning to look at the tattooed boy kneeling next to them.
"Iero!" Margot said triumphantly.
"I SAID DON'T TELL ME!" Harlee said in false anger.
"She's right though, although most people tend to call me Frank." He grinned.
"Wait, Frank Iero... I swear you're in some sort of band or something." Harlee said.
"Uhh like My Evil Romance or something!" Margot confidently said, causing Frank to double over laughing.
"Hey! What's it actually called then?" She asked.
"My Chemical Romance." He said.
"Ugh whatever, same thing." Harlee said, waving her hand in the air dismissively. "You know, I can play guitar, and she," she added on, pointing at Margot for the last bit, "sings - you should let us in your band!" She laughed.
"I mean I don't see why not." Frank said, shrugging.
"Wait are you for real?" Margot asked.
"I mean, yeah. Well, maybe, we'll have to see if you're up to our standards first." He said pretentiously, making both girls roll their eyes. "Why don't you come with me and meet the other guys? We're staying in a hotel like a half hour away." He suggested.
Harlee and Margot looked at each other, and nodded.
"Yeah, alright, why not!" Margot said, excitedly.
"Let's go then." Harlee said, pulling the other two up.

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After a search for a lost hair tie, and dragging Frank away from a girl who had been in his English class, the trio set off to the hotel.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter! I have no idea if it's any good, but I like it a lot more than anything else I've written :)

Song Of The Day (because I'm bored): Stupid MF - Mindless Self Indulgence (obviously I don't support the band)

-Margot