We'll carry on

Groping for cookies again, Frank?

Three months later

 

“MIKEY! WHERE IS MY EYELINER?!” Gerard screamed from the bathroom as he searched through his and my make-up bag.

I was settled on the couch watching Jaws with Ray and Frank when mikey's head shot up, knowing he was going to get killed for taking our eyeliner. Again. Ray and  smirked at eachother ready for the show.

“I don’t know! I swear!” Mikey gulped down his coffee, ready to run away from the very annoyed Gerard. He looked at me very seriously. “Have you not been fucking him lately?!” He accused.

I choked on my coffee as my eyes grew wide and threw the foam cup at him. Then I got a mischievous grin on my pale face.

“GEEBEAR, MIKEY’S ASKING ABOUT OUR SEX LIFE!” That was the tip of the iceberg for Gee. He ran from the bathroom and chased after Mikey through the bus, out the door, and down the street.

Frank looked at me and we busted with laughter that had built up. They really were too much sometimes.

It’s been three months since my relapse in England; I’ve gotten a lot better thanks to the guys and Lindsey. Jessica check on us once a month due to the fact that she’s back on the U.S leg of her own tour, while we are still in Europe. Lindsey and I have become very close- almost like best friends- but it isn’t awkward oddly enough. Gerard and I are happier than ever, and just for the record, our sex life is great-It hasn’t happened yet-thank you very much.

Yes, that’s right, Gerard and I haven’t been, Uhm, intimate in that way. The guys refuse to give us the time alone since our soap opera incident-They insist on making me feel as loved and wanted as possible-and when we do have alone time, its right after a show and he’s utterly exhausted. Making thousands of fans happy takes a lot out of him, but you should see poor Frankie after a show. He’s always injured, or apologizing to someone he’s injured.  They are equally tired though from their Freard acts on stage.

I’m not complaining though, even though he has hinted at wanting to see the rest of my tattoos-which are on my upper thighs, sides, and shoulders- and has attempted. ME being the smart ass I am just put on a bikini and showed him, except one goes completely down my side and onto my left leg. It’s song lyrics to Famous Last Words actually. It will happen-maybe- all in due time. Hopefully sooner than later.

I did not just say that. You didn’t hear it from me.

When Mikey and Gerard got back to the bus, they were both gasping for air. With how skinny those fuckers are, you’d think that a little running wouldn’t make them gasp like they were dying, but you'd be very wrong. Drama queens. Mikey trudged on the bus with his shoulders slumped over in defeat and Gerard smiled holding a black eyeliner pen in his hand, looking like he’d won an Oscar.

“Sorry, Stormy.” Mikey huffed at me. I just smiled and waved my hand at him dismissively.