The Babysitter - Frank Iero X O.C.

5: Guitar Hero

The sun shone in through the window, practically burning my corneas out of my eyes.
I groaned and sat up. I was sitting on a couch with a light blue blanket draped over me.
My head started pounding at that very second.
There was music playing somewhere.
I realised I recognised this room. FRANK'S LIVING ROOM!
I dragged myself up off the couch. The black dress was folded up on the coffee table and my shoes were underneath the table.
I was wearing a large, black t-shirt with the words "My Chemical Romance" printed on it and a pair of black sweatpants.
When I saw myself in the mirror above the fireplace, I realised my makeup had been washed off.
I sat back down on the couch and rubbed my eyes.
The door opened a moment later. Frank came in holding a cup of coffee in one hand and a plate of bacon and eggs in the other.
"Morning sleepyhead," he smiled, placing the stuff down on the table.
"Hey," I mumbled, "Who's playing music?"
"Oh, that's the guys," he chuckled, "I'm sort of in a band."
"Oh, wow, he's a cool guy," I grumbled patting his shoulder and smiling.
"Hey, says the one sporting the merchandise," he nudged me.
"My Chemical Romance?" I asked, "Cool name. What time is it?"
Frank sat down beside me on the couch, "It's 2pm. We came it at around 4am. You feeling alright?"
"10 hours of sleep, I should be well rested," I nodded, "I think I'm okay. Other than the splitting headache. I don't remember much, but I assume you saved my stupid ass last night?"
"You're not stupid," Frank smiled, "Yeah, I asked the bartender if she'd seen anyone that looked like you and she said someone had run into the bathroom. She found you passed out beside a toilet. Gracefulness at its finest."
"Shut up, I was drunk," I nudged him, smiling, "Thanks, Frank, I really appreciate it."
"Anytime you need me, I'll drop anything I'm doing and come rescue you," he smirked.
"My hero!" I pretended to swoon, making him laugh out loud.
Rachel had texted and called several times. I texted her back assuring her I was ok and that I'd gone home with Frank.

RACH: Andy I'm so sorry, I lost my phone at some point last night, I got it back this morning.
ME: It's fine, I'm ok! I'm at Frank's, he was the next person I texted. How u feeling this morning??
RACH: Half dead but relieved ur safe<3 See u later babe !!
ME: See u later babez !! <3

I downed the cup of coffee in minutes and ate up the eggs and bacon. The grease and caffeine were absolute heaven.
Then, Frank brought me downstairs to his basement, where his band had been playing through a few songs. The kids were there too, dancing along.
The singer guy saw me and grinned.
"The famous Andrea "Andy" King!" he bellowed into the microphone, "Nice to meet you, I'm Gerard."
The feedback of the microphone almost pierced my hungover skull.
I grimaced and waved at him, "Hello there."
Gerard walked over to me and shook my hand, "So nice to finally put a face to a name."
"I take it the professor has been talking about me," I grinned.
"Only every second of every day," the bass guitarist muttered.
"Andy, this is Mikey," Frank gestured towards the bassist, then towards the guitarist, "And that's Ray."
Mikey was very tall and wore black glasses. He seemed quiet, but friendly.
Ray had very curly hair, and a really friendly looking smile and wave.
Gerard had long-ish black hair and was wearing smokey eye shadow that really suited him.
"I like your makeup, Gerard," I complimented him, "Do you do it yourself?"
"Yeah, it makes me feel... dangerous," he said the last bit with a wink and laughed.
Frank picked up a guitar that was leaning against an amp and put the strap over his head.
"Wanna hear a song?" he asked me.
"Absolutely, rock on, you crazy kids," I gave them a thumbs up and sat down beside little Miles.
"Hi Andy!" he hugged me.
They started playing a song called "Teenagers", which slapped so damn hard.
I started dancing with Miles, giggling like a kid.
I looked up at the band at some point and caught Frank's eye.
He had been watching me and his son grooving out to his song and was smiling like an idiot at us.
I waved at him, still giggling.
Once the song was over, the guys started putting their stuff away.
"You guys finished already?" I asked.
"Already?" Gerard scoffed, "We've been here since 10am."
"I think I'm jet lagged or something," I laughed, rubbing my forehead, "You guys are great. Sorry I slept through most of it."
Gerard patted me on the back, "Painkillers and coffee, pal."
"I'm a college student, I promise you I've been hungover before," I chuckled, "I know all the remedies."
Gerard laughed and went upstairs to leave.
The other guys followed him, all saying bye to me and the kids as they went.
The kids decided to go and play out in the back garden, and Frank and I watched from the glass doorway.
"Your friends seem cool," I said, resting my head on his shoulder, "You are a fantastic guitar player, Oreo."
Frank rested his head on top of mine, "Thanks, Andy. I'm glad you got to hear us anyway. Gives me something to brag about."
I laughed, then we were silent for a few minutes.
Standing there, watching the kids play, resting against each other. Nothing else mattered for that moment. It was the most relaxed I'd felt in a while.
"Andy," Frank murmured after a while.
"Yeah?"
"I really like hanging out with you."
"I like hanging out with you too."
I felt his hand brush against mine.
The guitar calloused fingers gently grazing the skin of my palm.
I allowed my hand to slip into his, the contact of our skin sending a shiver down my spine.
Our fingers intertwined and I could feel him smile against the top of my head.
"Thanks for all your help, superhero," I whispered, "By the way, you'd be glad to know I think I slapped that dude across the face."
"What dude?"
"Did I not tell you about the dude at the bar?!"
And so, I told Frank the slight horror story of the frat guy who tried to force himself on me last night.
The slap was very much applauded for.