Frank Iero x Reader: New

Chapter 11

I open my eyes. But not to the sound of an alarm or anything. Just naturally. I turn my head and look at Frank. His eyes are wide open, and he's just staring at me. He smiles at me when I turn around. "Good morning. You're so pretty," Frank says. I smile too, and hug Frank.

"Today is Sundayyy," Frank says. "And we got nothing to do..." He nuzzles his face into my neck. "Mmm. What time is it?" I ask. Frank rolls over and looks at the clock on my wall. I have an alarm clock, and a regular clock. "10:00," Frank says.

"Ughhh. I woke up super late," I say, rubbing my eyes. "It's okay. You went to bed late, and you have nothing to do today," Frank says. I nod. "I'm gonna get up now," I say. "Okay," Frank says, turning over and throwing me my clothes, still turned around. I catch them and put on the undergarments, throwing Frank's shirt onto him.

"Close your eyes. I'm gonna get new clothes to wear today," I say to Frank. "Okay," Frank says, then covers his face up with his hands. "Wear your Green Day shirt. It looks good on you," Frank says. "Okay then," I respond. I find the shirt and put it over my head. I find some light blue jeans and put those on too.

I find my gray hoodie and put that on too. "Can I look now?" Frank asks. "Yes," I say. Frank removes his hand, and smiles, saying, "Pretty." I go over to the big mirror on my wall and look. Yesterday's eyeliner is still under my eyes, a little bit gone. My skin looks good and my shadows aren't that dark. I look like I got a lot of sleep.

I go to the bathroom in my room and get my eye makeup remover. I take off yesterday's eyeliner and wash my face, then put on new eyeliner. I brush my hair and my teeth, and walk back into my bedroom. "You look pretty," Frank says. "Can you go back into the bathroom? I need to change too."

"Yeah. You can change," I say, walking into the bathroom.

I wait in the bathroom for a couple of minutes. I come back out, and Frank is changed. "I'm hungry," he says, clutching his stomach. I nod and open my door. "Come on," I say to Frank. We walk downstairs and see Gerard making an omelette, and Ray and Mikey watching TV.

They see us, and then Gerard says, "Good morning! We just woke up, like, twenty minutes ago."

"Good morning," Frank says, smiling. "We all woke up super late, then." Ray and Mikey nod. "I'm gonna make you guys omelettes. I make them really good. I already made Mikey and Ray some," Gerard says. "Please make us omelettes. I'm starving," Frank says, clutching his stomach again. I go to the living room and sit on the floor, leaning against the couch.

"You wanna sit up here, (Y/N)?" Ray asks kindly. "No thanks. I'm good here," I say. Frank sits down next to me on the floor. I hear his stomach growl, and laugh lightly. "It's not funny! It hurts! Hurry up, Gee!" Frank yells.

While we're watching random stuff on TV, we hear Gerard in the kitchen, saying stuff like, "Oh my God! This omelette is so perfect! I gotta take a picture!" And he's obsessing over how perfectly he made his omelette. (My cousin actually did this. He was making an omelette for dinner at our house and he was taking pictures of it and was talking to himself in the kitchen about how perfectly he made it.)

Gerard comes into the living room a couple of minutes later and hands Frank and I plates with an omelette on it. Holy crap. These omelettes look amazing.

"Oh my God, Gerard. I thought you were kidding when you saying how perfectly you made an omelette," I say. Gerard grins and eats his own. I look at Frank and he's already halfway through his omelette. He keeps waving a hand in front of his mouth because it's so hot, and he's eating it so fast. I laugh and start to eat my omelette. It tastes even better than it looks.

"So..." Gerard says. "How are things going with you and Alicia?" Gerard looks at Mikey, and Mikey says, "I'm glad you're not giving me crap about her. It's too early. Things are going good."