A bullet through a flock of doves ~Frank Iero~ Chapter 1

Chapter 9
"Thanks Gee I owe yah one," Frank said to assumingly Gerard. I heard a door shut and footsteps wlking through the house. I opened my eyes slightly and sat up a little. "Ok lets get you cleaned up. This is going to hurt." I braced myself for the whatever substance Frank was about to put on my grashes. "That one looks bad."
"What one?" I asked.
"The one on your wrist," he gestured to the wrist I thought might be broken. I winced as he cleaned it. "You sure you don't want me take you to the hosiptal?"
"I'm sure, i'll be fine just a few scratches," I smiled weakily as he dressed the deeper cuts. My wrist wasn't brooken just badly sprained and cut up. He wrapped it in bandages.
"Yeah I think your hand is broken," he felt it slightly and I tried my best not to punch him in the jaw. "Well crushed."
"Its fine doesn't even hurt," I lied smiling.
"Well i'll do my best," he started to wrap it tightly in bandages and gave me one of those wrist support thingys. When he was finished he sat next to me on the sofa. "You know I really am sorry, the whole thing was a stupid idea."
"No it wasn't, I love green day. It was one of best things you could take me to, I mean the moshing fans were just a bonus," I smiled.
"Yeah but if I had only," I cut him off before he could finish.
"Frank," I said edging towards him a little more.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"Shut up," I smiled kissing him to make sure he would stay quiet. And I must say that my plan worked extremely well. I broke apart after what seemed like hours.
"Do you want me to take you home?" Frank asked.
"Do you mind if I sleep on your sofa?" I asked hopefully he wouldn't shoot me down.
"We have school tomorrow," he reminded me. Great.
"Well can you sneak over grab me the clothes on my bed and the bag by my door, please Frank?" I pleaded. I didn't want to go back home in this state.
"Ok," he sighed getting up kissing me on my forehead and heading over the road. I walked around his living room looking at family pictures and other thins spread out accross the room. A few minutes later and I heard him walk back in. "You sure you wanna sleep on my sofa?"
"Yeah I can't climb up there with a shattered hand and I don't wanna wake everyone up so I thought I would kip on your sofa, if thats ok with you?" I explained why I had had the thought not to go home.
"No I meant you could sleep with me," he said a little shyly.
"Excuse me i'm barely 16," I was shocked. I didn't think Frank was that type of guy.
"No I didn't mean like that, I wouldn't like, I just meant sleep in the same bed. Nothing happening," he explained in a hurried rush of words.
"Oh right, um sure," I was relieved.
"Come on," he helped me up to his room, which had dark black and blue walls all completely covered in posters, mainly guitar players but there was the odd band. "You like?"
"Yeah I like," I smiled plopping onto his bed. I lied down and stared at his ceiling.
"All your stuff is over there, I also got your wash stuff, make up and notebooks. Its all over there," he smiled lying down next to me.
"Thanks Frank, your a rock star," I smiled rolling over gently to face him.
"I know I do rock," he smiled back.
"Your so big headed Frank," I smiled rolling my eyes.
"You'll learn to like me for it everyone does," he smiled really cheesily.
"Uhuh," I nodded slowly, "good night."
"Night," I closed my eyes and eventually drifted off into a peaceful nightmare.