I hear a loud crash making me jolt awake and hit my head on the top of my bunk.
"Jesus Frank do you know not how to make pancakes like a normal human," Mikey says from the kitchen.
"Hey! I am a master of flipping pancakes. I don't need a spatula to do so...the first one always comes out bad. And meanie you didn't seem to have an issue of not making your own food when I said I would cook. Let the chief work here," Frank says.
I get out of bed and make my way into the kitchen. Ray is tuning his guitar on the couch and Mikey is perched on the kitchen counter while Frank...
"Frank Jesus christ put so clothes on," I say shielding my eyes.
"Woman...I'll have you know many people would PAY for the show that you are receiving of my derriere right now and I do have an apron on," Frank says turning around and moving a hand up and down his frontside to show his girly apron.
"He refuses to wear clothes when he cooks. Says they are too restricting for his 'culinary skills," Ray says in air quotes not looking up at us.
"I have you know that the only time I have worn clothes while cooking I burnt my quiche...never again...the horror of it all," Frank says looking up at the sky dramatically.
"Ya well, as long as I don't see the full moon again and your food tastes good I am cool with it...I'm just gonna..ya," I say moving over to the couch where Ray ways.
"What is cooking good looking," I say to Frank nudging his shoulder.
"AGH! Y/N I am trying to tune here," Ray says wiping his forehead with his sleeve.
"Ok mister cranky sorry to bother you," I say getting up to go near Mikey.
"What about you? Are you in a good mood," I say hanging my arm over Mikey's shoulder.
"I would be in a better one if Frank had one decent pancake come out," Mikey says pushing his glasses up his nose.
"Ya know...you really know how to kick a man when he is down Mike....No one appreciates me," Frank says still making pancakes.
I laugh standing up and walking over to Frank.
"I appreciate you," I say kissing his cheeks before getting plates out of the cabinet.
"Don't distract me, woman. My apron is going to grow a new friend and I have to focus," Frank says, rolling my eyes.
"Well maybe you should put on clothes Frank," Gerard says from me hind me.
I feel all the nerves in my body tense at his stern voice. I wish he didn't have this effect on me. I wish that his silky voice didn't make me want to rip my clothes off at the moment, but they do.
"And there comes the buzz kill," Mikey says hopping off the counter to go over to Ray.
"Oh yes, Mikey. I am just the buzz kill that makes all the lyrics and makes every moment of our miserable life worth money. And your pet is making our guitarist have a boner. So I think that either you let her go or we need to have a serious talk about you guys getting laid. It's getting pathetic that Y/n is having this effect on you guys," Gerard says looking toward me.
Every emotion that I could think a human could feel happened all at once with his words. Anger, hurt, humiliation, rage, lust, sadness, and weird enough happiness. Happiness that he is alive and breathing; alive to even say these words to me. Does that make me insane?
"Were you dropped on your head? Y/N is attractive. Whether we like it or not. She is a part of our posse meanie. I can acknowledge that she is attractive. Can't you guys," Frank says looking over to the other guys.
