"Y/nnnnn, let me sleep!" Frank groaned as you kept poking and shaking him for him to wake up. You let out an evil laugh and continued what you were doing. "Okay, okay, fine! I'm up!" He sat up and you pat him on the head, making your way to the door - you paused in front and turned around.
Yay - POV change
"You realize you have time to sleep other days, right?" My eyebrow raised as I look at him with my head tilted. I gave him a smirk.
"Yeah, yeah. I know." He lets out a laugh and scratches the back of his neck. I walk out of his room and close the door behind me. I make my (gerard and mikey) way through a hallway. The hallway ends with a big room containing the; living room, kitchen, and dining area.
Frank had a nice house, considering he was in a band. He was a really good guitarist, as well as Ray. Have you not seen their hands fly on their guitars? Not to mention, how good their songs were. It's a blessing having your best friend in a band that you are a big fan of. On the subject of guitars, Frank can be a bit annoying. He can make amazing sounds come out of his guitar, then be completely loud and obnoxious, or just be an extra and be a show-off.
I hop onto the couch. I'm way to lazy to make any food right now. I reach for the remote, grabbing it and laying back on the couch. My elbow was up on the arm rest - my hand was holding my head as I lazily read the shows and movies on the TV. I let out a yawn and switched on some random Disney movie.
"Tired?" My eyes widen and I jump. I hear laughs and I look over to see Frank leaning against the wall. I let out a groan and lean back on the couch.
"Yes, Frank. I am tired - how could you not tell." I narrow my eyes at him before switching my attention over to the TV. I realized I put on the Lion King and my jaw dropped. The songs in this song were a bop and you can't tell me I'm wrong.
"What time did you go to sleep at?" He asks with a raised eyebrow. I press my lips together and look up at him innocently. He sounds like he'd be my mom.
"Uhm- I don't know?" I shrugged, turning to look at the TV once again. I didn't want to tell him I went to sleep around 3 AM and woke up at 4 AM. I didn't feel like trying to go to sleep again. He looked very unconvinced.
"Alright, no need to tell me. I'll find out myself." He said before heading off to the kitchen. I let out a groan before opening my mouth.
"Frankkkk, I'm not lying." I whined as I sat up, tucking my knees close to my chest. I see a sigh escape Frank's mouth. He shakes his head as he looks at me disapprovingly.
"Sure, you totally aren't. Don't worry I believe you." He says with a smile, but you could definitely tell he was being sarcastic.
"Frank, if were in a house together for a month, does this mean we have to stay 6 feet apart?" I ask from the couch, laying back down and watching the animation on the screen.
"Wow, I see how it is - you want to stay away from me." He said with a fake frown. Although I'm tired, I pick myself up from off of the couch and quickly walk to where he is in the kitchen and hug him from behind.
"Nononono, that's not what I meant!" I nuzzle my head into his back and he just let's out a laugh.
"I'm just joking, don't worry - coffee?" Frank asks and I nod. He was shuffling around to set up the ground up coffee and put the water in the machine, but I was still holding onto him as he did so. "Y/n, I can't make the coffee if you're clinging onto me like a koala." He pats my arm for me to let go of him.
"Fine." I let go of my grip around him and waddle over to the stools that were at the island. I hop up on one of the stools and lay my head on the marble counter. "You need to get shorter stools, I struggle to get up on these things."
"Wow, and I don't? You must really be that short." He teases.
"Hey! I'm only 5 inches shorter than you." I say with an annoyed tone in my voice.
"Yeah, yeah. Sure you are - you seem like you're a foot shorter than me." A laugh escapes his lips and I look at him with a pout.
"You're 5 feet and 6 inches. I'm not even that short; 5 feet and 1 inch - not that bad!" I roll my eyes playfully. He hums his response before setting down the cup of coffee he made for me. "Thanks, Frankie." (thanks pete)
"No problem. I already put in the creamer you like and the amount of sugar you use." He sends me a smile then he makes him way over to sit on the stool next to me.
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We finally finished drinking our coffee.
"WooOoOo! Energy!" I hopped off of the stool and ran towards the couch. I threw myself onto the couch and let out an 'oof'
"Geesus christ." Frank said as he shook his head. "I can't tell if that's coffee energy or short energy." He snickered.
"Shut up, Frankkk - you suck." I booed. I stuck my arm up and formed my hand into a thumbs down.
"C'mon, Y/n. You know you love me." He said sitting down next to me with a smirk.
"Yeah. I sure do." I rolled my eyes. Frank looked at me with a bored expression. I sat up so he had more room. He looked at me with an evil smirk and I raised my eyebrow. "Frank, what're you planning?" Frank leaned close to me and I shuffled back little. Frank reached his arms out towards me and then started to tickle me. I let out screams and laughs. I was squirming around, trying to push him off of me. I pushed Frank away and he started laughing.
"You looked so nervous!" He managed to say through his laughing fit. I punched him in the shoulder lightly. I let out a groan.
"Shut up, Frankkk." I leaned on him and he ruffled my hair, I punched him in the leg softly. I soon started to feel drowsy. I feel Frank wrap himself around me, I rest my head on his chest and fall asleep.
A/N: New story cause I have time on my hands for some reason.
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Stuck with Iero | Frank Iero x Reader |
RomanceYour stuck with your best friend, Frank, for a month, because the whole world has gone crazy and you have to be stuck in your house cause of that virus. Everybody is being forced to stay inside and this was announced when you were at Frank's house...
