My Chemical Romance Imagines

Stay {F}

I was walking back towards the doors to get back to the guys' dressing room, eager to see my friends.

"Hiya sweetheart. Where do you think you're going?" A random voice says, and I feel a hand grab my wrist.

"Let go of me, please." I say, being as firm as I can. I try to yank my hand away, but his grin is too strong.

"Manners isn't going to work, you're coming with me." He informs, yanking me towards him.

"My friends will wonder where I am, and they're right around the corner, they'll hear you." I warn, and he smirks.

"Who'd be friends with a messy girl like you?" He snarls, making me flinch.

I feel arms snake around my waist and I freeze, scared as to who it could be.

"I think I'd be considered a friend! And next time someone says no, they mean no. This person right here? Nowhere near a mess. Any person who would even leave a bar with you while drunk? Definite mess. And mess with my best-friend one more time you sicko, it'll be your foot that's stapled to the ceiling. You don't mess with my friends, especially within earshot. Now, I want you gone and I never want to see your face ever again." I give a sigh of relief, it's Frank. But then I breath quicker, realizing he's actually really angry. I've never even heard him talk to anyone like that.

"Whatever, I wouldn't want her anyway." He mumbles, letting go of my wrist.

"Watch what you say!" A security guard yells as they follow him out, and I think they may be calling the cops. I don't know.

Frank spins me around so I'm facing him, so I look up at him. Yes, I'm shorter than mr.shortie over here.

"You okay?" He questions, hugging me.

"A little shaken, but I'm alright. I think." I admit, "thank you for that."

"No problem, I care about you way too much to let some sicko come up and kidnap you. Now, let's get you into the dressing room." He whispers, slightly laying his head on top of mine.

"Okay," I answer, but I wasn't expecting him to pick me up. "I can walk, you know?"

"Yeah I know," he mumbles, trying not to drop me.

He places me down once we get into the dressing room. I came to this show since this was their last one and they were closing in New Jersey, so I decided to come and hang out with them.

"What's got Frank so angry?" Mikey asks me, making me shrug.

"I have no clue." I sigh, cause I really didn't have a clue. I wish I could calm him down, but I don't even know what's wrong.

"I'll talk to him, see ya in a few minutes kiddo." Gerard says, walking off.

I wish he'd stop calling me kiddo.

"I really don't know what made him angry, some creepy dude.." I repeated, mumbling toward the end.

"What was that at the end?" Ray questions, making me shrug.

"This creepy dude was messing with me, that's why I took so long to get here. Frank like, threatened to staple his foot to the ceiling? I don't know.." I yawned, admitting what had happened.

Ray and Mikey exchanged looks.

"You should go home, kiddo." Gerard encourages, walking back into the room.

"Can't." I reply, "Frank has my keys."

"You want me to get them?" Ray asks, and I shake my head.