The Babysitter - Frank Iero X O.C.

9: The Wedding - Part 2

We all piled into the reception hall and sat at round tables covered by snowy white cloths.
Frank and I went straight up to Mikey and Kristin's table to congratulate them.
Frank pulled Mikey into a hug and said, "Well done, man."
I introduced myself to Kristin, then gave Gerard a hug.
Ray came over to us and said hi to everyone too.
The four guys then went off somewhere.
Kristin and I hung back at the table and started getting to know each other.
A little while later, the sound of microphone feedback and guitar feedback filled the room.
"Hello, hello," Gerard said into the mic.
Kristin and I walked over to the little stage where the guys were all standing with their instruments.
I waved at Frank, who smiled and nodded towards me.
"I would just like to say how proud I am of my brother and his beautiful new wife," Gerard said to the crowd, "If this motherfucker can get married, there's hope for the rest of us after all."
We all laughed at Gerard little jokes as he continued his speech.
"So, Mikey would like to dedicate this song to his wife, Kristin," Gerard said finally, "It's her favourite song of ours. It's called Disenchanted."
Kristin was smiling so happily at her husband and his friends.
I briefly wondered if some day that could be myself and Frank.
The song was absolutely stunning. When it was over, Kristin ran up onto the stage and kissed Mikey.
It was a very sweet moment.
Frank hopped off the stage and ran over to me.
"What did you think?" he asked, excitedly.
"Beautiful!" I hugged him.
Some other band came on and started playing random classics after a while and everyone got up and danced.
Frank and I danced together and had some drinks. He was spinning me around and pulling me closer as we whirled around the dance floor. It was like magic. It was as though I was floating. It was as though we were the only people left on Earth.
Later in the night, the band announced that the next song would be a slow song.
Frank stood up from sitting beside me and outstretched his hand.
"Miss King," he said, gallantly, "Shall we dance?"
I laughed, "But, of course!"
I gently placed my hand in his and he pulled me up to the dance floor.
One of his hands went to my waist, the other was holding one of my hands. Like a waltz.
My free hand draped over his shoulder.
"Why all the space?" I asked, noticing the whole foot of room between us.
I stepped in closer to him.
"Much better," he whispered.
I don't even know what song it was. But, we danced. Never taking our eyes off each other.
His hand secured on my waist. The butterflies making a comeback.
We were so close I could count the lashes on his eyes.
I brought the hand that was on his shoulder forward so it was gently on the side of his neck.
Frank pressed his forehead against mine and we closed our eyes, moving with the music.
I could feel his quick heartbeat against his neck.
We didn't speak. We just kept swaying slowly.
I knew I wanted to kiss him, but the pure gentleness of our foreheads pressed together was too tender to stop.
I suddenly had an epiphany in that moment. The poem! I'd left the poem upstairs in the hotel room!
I slowly moved my head back from Frank's.
"I'll be back in five minutes, ok?" I whispered, "I just remembered something. Five minutes. I promise."
He smiled and nodded, letting me go.
His hand dragging along the silk of my dress as he stared at me.
I walked out of the reception and sprinted up the stairs to our room, rifling through my bag.
After emptying out the entire contents of it to speed up the process, I found the folded up piece of paper.
I ran back down the stairs, the page clasped in my hand.
But, I couldn't see him when I went back into the reception.
I shoved past some people and looked around.
A sigh of relief came over me when I saw that messy head of dark hair over by the stage.
I pushed past some more people until I saw it.
Shock coursed threw me. Suddenly, silence filled my ears. I felt a strong lurch in my stomach. Shock. Still clasping the poem.
My breath caught in my throat.
Frank was up against the wall beside the stage with Rebecca all over him, mouth to mouth, hands on her waist, her hands on his chest.
It's odd how in such a soul shattering moment, the world was still going on around me.
How you can feel more joyous and gleeful than you've ever felt in your life and how it can be destroyed in a matter of seconds. Stolen from you. Like when the weather is sunny for a while but a tropical storm ruins it.
"Andy?" someone said.
Suddenly, the world seemed to fill back in.
I spun around to see Gerard walking towards me. He glared over at the other two, then looked back at me.
"What the fuck is going on?!" he said quietly, "I thought you... you and Frank... who is she?"
I opened and closed my mouth, barely coherent.
The black pit feeling in my stomach began to settle and the situation started to hit me.
I felt my eyes begin to sting. Not happy tears this time.
I turned back around to see Frank saying something towards me.
I couldn't quite make it out over the sound of my confused thoughts pouring into my brain like a tidal wave.
I turned back around to Gerard and whispered, "I need a favour."
I glanced down at his lips and he knew exactly what I was asking of him.
He was mad at Frank. We were absolutely letting our anger get the better of us but there was no one around to try and stop that. It was not the wisest decision and I honestly wasn't sure what I was trying to do when I did it.
And so, I grabbed Gerard and kissed him. He kissed back, roughly but neither of us did it with a whole lot of feelings.
Then, I pushed away and did the only thing I could thing of doing. I ran out of the room, the piece of paper dropping out of my hand as I went.