Twitter King (Frank Iero)

Chapter 3

-Violet Jones-
It was time for work, it's the second day on the job at Mrs Tarte's bakery. I sighed and got up from bed. I wasn't in the mood to go to work after the events of last night. After Frank left me I felt fear creeping up on me. It was hard to fall asleep, I barely manage to get a wink of shut eye last night. I was scared, beyond scared. I was terrified. I didn't feel like going out at all. I just wanted to crawl up into a ball and cry again. But life goes on, I can't let this incident hold me down. I need to help mother with the bills.

I got out the shower and started to pat myself dry. I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked absolutely terrible from the lack of sleep. My eyes were still red from crying and bloodshot. I sighed even louder this time. I dried my hair and tied it into a ponytail, some strands fell out and I felt annoyed. Stupid hair, ugly me. I got dressed up in my black jeans and shirt. I'll stop wearing black when they make a darker colour. I got out the room and into the kitchen. Mum didn't come home last night because she was doing overtime, she is a nurse and it gets busy sometimes. I didn't have the time to make breakfast so I stormed out the house with an empty stomach.

"Violet table 2 please!" Mrs Tarte shouted from behind the counter and I made my way to the table. "Uh yeah can I get two chocolate croissants and coffee...with milk" wow the same order as yesterday Frank? "Alright sir I'll be back soon" I got into the kitchen and started arranging his croissants and coffee on the tray. I added an extra drizzle of chocolate sauce since he helped me out yesterday. I hope he realises that. I made a heart shape with the chocolate sauce. I brought out his order and placed the tray in front of him. He smiled when he saw the heart. "Thank you sweetheart" I blushed at that comment and just left him with a smile. Oh gosh my heart can't stop pounding. I may or may not have this gigantic crush on Frank. Well I won't put it as crush more like a huge amount of respect. My train of thought got distracted when Mrs Tarte told me to serve the other tables. Dammit Frank why do you have to come in during the rush hour?

When the bakery became empty, I still saw Frank at his table slowly sipping his coffee. It should've been cold by now and he's still at the table. Maybe he was waiting for me? I asked Mrs Tarte to give me half day today because I didn't want to stay until dark and have a repeat of yesterday. It was close to 2pm now and Frank was still at his table. He's been here since 9am and it wasn't like I could kick him out. He was a customer.

"Mrs Tarte can I go home now?" She gave me a smile and a nod and I took off my apron. I was starving and sleep deprived, tomorrow was my off day. I could relax and sleep in! I grinned to myself and I heard the dragging of a chair. It came from none other than Frank. He really was waiting for me. My heart swelled up, what a sweet man he is. We got out the shop together. There was this awkward silence hanging between us before Frank broke it, "C-can I drive you h-home?" I was shocked a little. He was that worried about me that he would drive me home and make sure I was safe. I would've pulled him into an tight embrace had it not been in the middle of the pavement. I gave him a wide smile and nodded,"sure Frank, I'd be honoured" I giggled and he laughed. "Anything for you, Apple" I guess that's my nickname now.

In the car we were having a discussion about our favourite horror movies, "oh man I really like that new IT movie I love the new pennywise" I said with excitement. "Seriously?? I thought it was just meh you feel? And pennywise was mediocre" did this man just dissed the love of my life, Bill Skarsgård. Nuh uh honey not today. "Yeah well you're mediocre" I gave him the silent treatment but that was until he said "If I'm mediocre then what are you?" Wow did he really just, okay bitch we'll play this game. We started insulting each other right up until he pulled up onto the street outside my house. It was fun being with Frank, I felt safe and comfortable.

"You know you don't have to wait for me at work for hours on end, you could've DM me on twitter or you know...we could exchange numbers...." I mumbled out the last few words, I didn't wanna raise my hopes or come out as some creep to Frank. He giggled at my reaction and said "sure! Why the fuck not, but you gotta promise you won't leak my number on twitter when I obliterate you at our roast off alright?" He chuckled. "Of course I'm not that childish unlike you" I giggled back when he rolled his eyes at my remark. We ended up exchanging numbers after bursting out into laughter at Frank's attempt to rebuttal. He walked me up to my door and I tried to return him his jacket. Surprisingly he didn't take it back, he said I should keep it to make me feel safe. He sure has a way with words doesn't he? I accepted the offer and watch as Frank drove away.

I think I may have developed a crush towards Frank. Oops.

Hi everyone Author-chan here :D I hope you guys are enjoying the chapter. What do you guys wanna see happen next?? Maybe the concert chapter is next where we'll have our little roast off ;) with a live audience!! Can't wait to write that up! (I suck at this just read the next chapter)