Fever Dream || Frank Iero

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FRANK

I dreamt of her that night after we left Gerard's hotel room. The soft of the skin that connected her thighs to her hips, and the long hair that brushed along her shoulders. I dreamt of those strange shapes the moonlight made on her face as she slept, and the way her head reared back when she burst into laughter.

I couldn't understand why, or how.

All I knew was that my intentions with a girl never became more pure- and as much as I wanted to lay her down on that bed that night, I couldn't. My anger disappeared and in its place grew fascination. Everything about it was unfamiliar. Part of me wanted more. A big part.

Gerard's first sober show was nerve-wracking, but went smoothly. I felt guilty for not focusing more on my friend in his time of need, but all I could seem to think about was what I could say to her the moment I walked off stage. Tour was ending soon and the time I had to figure out what was going on inside of me was dwindling.

Should I actually talk to her about what happened, or should I just stick to the Frank I know? The only Frank I know is the one that sleeps with girls and lives for himself. But, that face...

It made me feel weak, and I hated that more than anything. My only two choices were to either self-sabotage, or fall into it.

The show ended and I couldn't have gotten off stage quicker. The overwhelming feeling of running out of time came on without a warning, and it caused nothing but confusion. I had to talk to her about what happened between us- I couldn't let it slip out of my hands.

I could feel beads of sweat dripping onto my nose as I walked out of the backdoor, hoping to see her already outside, but she wasn't.

"Fuck," I muttered to myself.

A hand grabbed my arm, startling me, and I turned around in hopes it was Melissa. I huffed when I saw that it was only Pete.

"Where are you in such a rush to be?" He asked, smiling.

"Not now, I have to find someone."

"Dude come on, there's only one show left. Tour is almost over. Is there anything more important than getting completely annihilated and finishing things off right?"

"Uh, yeah, plenty of things," I rolled my eyes. "Like, so many things. Food, for starters."

"You know that's not what I meant, dumbass," Pete laughed, punching my shoulder.

I looked over the lot and spotted her hair across the way, Melissa laughing and smoking a cigarette with Mikey and Ray. My heart jumped and I half-questioned if I was crazy for the sudden need to talk to her, though I still wanted to. I just couldn't help but wonder what the hell I was even thinking.

"Come oooooon," Pete begged. "Just one or two shots and you can fuck off. I have some friends from in town I want you to meet anyway, they're in my bus. Just for a little bit."

I sighed and looked at her again. I guess I can find her later. Maybe it's best I wait until I'm calmer anyway.

"Okay, fine. Just for a little while."

"Yes! Come on, it will be fun."

Pete dragged me across the lot toward his bus, and I tried to convince myself it was best to wait. Something tugged on me, telling me it wasn't- but the thought only trickled behind my feet with every step I took further away from her.