The Princess And The Punk (Ferard) (On hold)

Diners, Red Lipstick And Nicknames

*~Gerards P.O.V~*

Frank, Mikey and I walked down the street, Mikey babbling about a new band he'd discovered, Frank was listening closely to his words and I honestly wasn't paying to much attention to their conversation, the band didn't seem that interesting anyway.

I was, like usual, lost in my own world, thinking about things going on in my life and occasionally pointing out something that would make a good drawing; one of those things just happened to be Frank Iero.

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We walked for about twenty minutes, until we reached a small diner which looked worn down but Frank insisted that it had the 'Best food in the fucking universe'
Mikey walked up to our table with three menus in his hand, handing one to me, then to Frank before sitting down next to him across from me. I opened mine, revealing a sticky laminated surface. My face twisted in disgust and I grabbed a napkin, dipping it in what I assumed was once ice water, but had melted hours before (like I said, this place wasn't the fanciest place in the world.) which felt like it had been sitting there for hours. I rang out the napkin a bit, rubbing the damp paper over the red, sticky stain.
I tossed the napkin onto the table, Frank and Mikey's eyes on me curiously, my cheeks turned a light shade of pinkish red in embarrassment, "There w-was a sticky spot on the menu." Frank chuckled softly turning his attention back to the menu as a girl approached us, her black hair was in pigtails and her lips where painted with cherry red lipstick, in other words, she was rather pretty. Her name tag said Lyn-Z, I smiled, she also had a pretty cool name. "What can I get you?" She asked, taking a pen out that was tucked behind her ear and a notepad out of a the pocket of her apron. "I'll have a salad." Frank replied as she nodded, scribbling down words on the notepad. "I'll have some fries." "Sea salt or regular?" "Regular, thank you." Once again she nodded and then turned to me, "And for you?" I blushed in embarrassment (for what felt like the three-hundredth time today) realizing I hadn't even skimmed the menu, "Just a new water please...."  She nodded, writing that down on the paper as she turned on her heels heading back to the kitchen.

"So..." I said, breaking the awkward silence that had settled upon us three. Mikey cocked his eyebrow "So?" "I dunno, it just got so quiet." Mikey smiled softly, pushing up his glasses as they began to slip, "You're so odd, Gee, you know that?" I nodded, "Odd people are the best kind of people." "Can't argue with that." Frank chimed in, making me break out into a cheeky grin, "See?"

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By the time Lyn-Z had brought out My water and their food Frank had managed to make at least twenty napkin air planes and throw all of them at unsuspecting bystanders, but only managed to hit a grumpy woman who was babbling on the phone and one toddler who found it rather funny.
I sipped at my water slowly as Mikey and Frank picked at their food. "My fries are cold and really greasy." Mumbled Mikey, flicking a grease soaked fry crumb onto the floor, Frank sighed, poking at his salad which was covered in disgusting looking, slightly rotten smelling ranch. "The food here used to be really good, I swear." I rolled my eyes, "I don't believe that." "Don't then." He shot back playfully, placing eight dollars under the Bill book, Mikey leaving a small tip under an unused coffee cup then we all headed out the door.
"Well, Gee and I should probably head home, we'll see you tomorrow Frank." Frank nodded, "Yeah see you tomorrow." I smiled and waved goodbye, "Bye Frankie!" he looked a bit taken back at the name but then smirked, giving a small wave, "Bye Gee."

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I'd like to apologies once again for my crappy writing and the characters being out of character.