||Drowning Lessons|| Frankie Iero |Info|

"Shh, don't wake her, she was out nearly all night," my moms voice said. I groaned, opening my eyes against the harsh light of day. I saw brown boxes, some which were closed, and some being filled, and three bodies. Well, two moving around and packing, and one sitting on the foot of the bed and folding.

"What's going on?" I groaned.

"Great going Orianna, you woke her up," said Nikki.

"We're helping you pack, since your moving in with Frank today," said Mikey, tossing more clothed to Nikki. Orianna unplugged my alarm clock, wrapped the cord around it, and placed it in a box with my cd's. I pulled a shirt and jeans from the pile next to Nikki, and slipped out of my bed.
"Mikey, give me some underwear while your over there, please," I said, yawning. He tossed me a pair of AC/DC undies, and I changed. Mikey kept tossing clothes to Nikki.

"Mikey, are you sure your not gay?" I asked, smiling at the fact he never snuck one glance at me while I was changing.

"No, my girlfriends in the room, I can't do shit like that. Ouch, I love you baby," he said after Nikki slapped him in the arm. I helped them finish packing, and after bringing down one heavy box, I had an idea.

"Orianna, come hither!" I shouted, and both of us set up a ramp down the stairs. We ended up stretching it out to the sidewalk next to my car in the driveway, so when Mikey slid the first box down, it landed gracefully at our feet.

"It's perfect!" I shouted, and the loading was much easier.

"Onward, loyal minions!" I shouted out my window, and they all piled up in my car.

I pulled up in front of the apartment to see a car in my spot.

"Fuckers," I mumbled, getting out. I looked up to the window of your apartment, and back down at the stairwell. It was going to be tough getting Nikki up there, but about 7 boxes? I didn't think so. I went out and rummaged through the top box, and found two long jump ropes in the trunk, and a swimsuit cover cloth. I sat on the cement, and after five minutes, had a perfect sling made, that was big enough for the boxes. I ran up the stairs, and tossed it out the window. I heard the plastic hit the ground

"Mikey, load it!" I shouted down. He complied and put a box in. I started to pull, worried it would come untied, but I did well enough that it made it up to the window and Orianna helped me pull it over the window sill.

"Dude, we are so good at this," she said, pulling up the second box. I smiled.

"I should've thought of this when you moved away," I said. After the last box, Orianna bowed out and went to help Nikki and Mikey up the stairs. I began unpacking in my room. Well, me and Frankie’s room. I hung up the dress Frank had given me last night, when someone wrapped an arm around my waist and a hand over my mouth. I gasped, and when they kissed my neck, I tried to move away. I elbowed them in the side, and turned.

"Fuck you Frank," I said, a hand over my chest. He clutched his side still, breathing deep.

"Oh shit, your ribs. I'm so sorry. You fucking scared me! How did you get here, and when?" I asked, sitting him down on the bed.

"I drove. I'm the fucker in your spot and I got here about five minuted before you," he said as I rubbed his side gently.

"I'm so sorry," I said, kissing his cheek.

"it's ok, I deserved it," he groaned, sitting up. I had unpacked about half the box when finally Nikki, Orianna, and Mikey appeared.

"Sorry, she got tired and I had to carry her up on my back." Mikey said, rubbing at his lower spine.

"You liar, you wouldn’t let me walk up here on my own! You thought I was gonna over work myself climbing a flight of fucking stairs," she defended, crossing her arms over her stomach. I smiled, and They helped me finish unpacking.

"Fuckin finally, it's like, 4 now and we just finished?" Mikey said, throwing a pillow on the bed and throwing his body on after it.

"Well,I'd say lets fucking party, but we have people below us now.." I said, plopping into Frankie’s lap. He wrapped his arms around me, and Riff Raff jumped in my lap.

"Well, no ones at my place," Mikey said. We decided to call up Ray and Gerard, since it was going to be at his house. We split up in the cars, Mikey and Nikki with Frank, and Riff Raff and Orianna with me.

"Dude, he is the most perfect puppy," she said when he sprawled out on her lap, licking her hand and wagging his tail.

"I know, Frank's been so..amazing. Im so lucky I was late," I said, turning the corner after Frank's car.

"You know, I can so seeing you two getting married in like..ah, 4 months." she smiled. I snuck a slap on her arm.

"Quiet. Besides, how are things between you and Gerard?" I asked.

"Eh, calm. I can tell you, the Italian flag has has seen some amazing nationalism," I grimaced and she laughed. "Really, I think he's more dedicated toward recording their album now. But its cool, he's still alive and all," she said, and we pulled up in front of the house.

"Gerard's here with the beer!" Ray shouted. We all clapped.

"Well, although its a party, Im so eating before I drink," I said, and Orianna followed me. I set Riff Raff up in a pen that allowed running room, and went back to the kitchen to raid for food. I retreated with a cup of penut butter, sugar, and chex cereal mixed together with a spoon and sat on Frankie’s lap.

"How does it feel to now be living together?" asked Ray, who was sitting on the ground with a beer.

"Not bad, its only been like, 4 hours. He hasn't learned the true slob I am yet." I joked, smiling as I ate another spoonful.

"Dude, this is fucking boring. I say we get wasted and celebrate that christmas is tomorrow!" Gerard shouted, and everyone agreed. My mouth was full, so I didn't really count. Nikki opted for juice or something, and we went on our way to getting drunk. We played loud music and Mikey came from the kitchen with a box of random drinks and juices for Nikki. We all got wasted off our ass, and soon enough Orianna and Gerard had drifted away upstairs. Nikki sat on the couch with Mikey's head in her lap, talking. Frankie and I were almost passed out in the corner.

"So, you really like living with me?" he asked.

"Hells yeah, one thing, it beats my mom. Another, I love you and I wouldn't move in with anyone else," I got out, tripping over my words. He kissed my neck gently, moving up to my cheek then just resting his head on my shoulder. Eventually you shifted positions to where he was leaning in the corner of the room and I was sitting between his legs. Our hands were entwined.

"Frank?"

"Yeah baby?" he answered.

"You still promise to take me touring with you guys? When you make it big?" I asked. He paused, drawing in a deep breath.

"Yeah, I still promise. You have to teach me how to do those crosses again anyways. I couldn't live without you." he said, pulling me close.