I Never Told You What I Do For A Living

Three Days Later

Frank POV

It had been three days since the 'party'. That night had been fun. After the initial shock of Pete Wentz died, we all played Monopoly.

Trying to impress Megan, Gerard totally won shouting, "Gerard knows all!"

But after that it was like, 2:00am and the girls had to leave. I didn't talk to Charlie the next day, or next, or the next. But I kind of missed her. She was funny and she wasn't like, all over me like most girls are. She couldn't have cared less that I was 'famous'. And she dug the skeleton gloves! She was almost perfect. Almost perfect. There was only one thing that I saw wrong with her, and that's the fact that she wasn't with me.

I took my phone from my pocket and started typing.

Hey
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Hello person
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Ok so I'm gonna skip all the condescending and cocky bullshlit and get straight to the point.
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Which is?
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Will you go out to dinner with me tonight?
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There was a short pause

Dude I've been waiting for you to ask me out for three days. Yes
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Ok I'll be at your house at 5:30
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Ok
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Charlie POV

I put my phone down. Finally. I had waited for that shlit head to text me for three days.

I sprang you from the bed and ran to Megan, who was in the living room.

"GUESS WHAT!?" I screamed.

Her eyes got wide. "What?"

"FRANK JUST ASKED ME OUT!" I am now jumping with excitement.

She stood and walked to her room, locking the door with out a word. What the hell was that? What ever.

I hurried to the bathroom and hopped into the shower. I conditioned my hair twice. Once I got out, I put on a tight black dress that cut off just before the knees. I pinned my hair so that it all fell over my right shoulder. I heavily lined my eyes in black. I looked at the time. 5:02. I had some time so I put in the MCR CD. I had listened to it about five times now and I had to say that my favorites were I Don't Love You, Cancer, and Famous Last Words. But they were all absolutely beautiful. I sang the words to Welcome To The Black Parade out loud with Gerard's voice.

"When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city, to see a marching band. He said son when you grow up, would you be the savior of the broken the beaten and the damned?. He said will you defeat them, your demons, and all the Justin Beibers?" I added that part because it just seemed to fit.

I basically just sat around for a half an hour singing and waiting for Frank. Then I heard a knock on the door.

I opened the door to find a short heavily eyelined boy standing there smiling like an idiot.

Here we go.

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Sorry for the really short chapter

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