[Frank Iero] Maybe If My Heart Stops Beating It Won't Hurt This Much : oo5

Through a lot of agonizing research, and emailing begging endless magazines, somehow Sara seemed to find herself sitting on her living room floor, surrounded by millions of papers, magazines and pictures; in her had lye a small torn piece of paper with an address hand-written on it.
Whose address you might ask?
*
Weeks later, Sara finally got the courage to go over to the boys, but not without the moral support of Skye.
By moral support, I mean Skye being right there.
You know, maybe this wasnt such a good idea Sara started, walking up the drive way of the medium sized home; which surprised both Sara and Skye.
Last time Sara was in their home, it was a mansion times ten. It was quite odd to think that the guys would settle in for something this small.
It wouldnt be small considered to a normal person. But these guys were rockstars, they can afford anything they wanted.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea!" Sara repeated, fishing to get some reassuring comments from her friend, letting her know 'it will all be okay'.
"Probably wasn't, they havent seen you in like, what? Four years? And here you are at their doorstep."
Sara felt nauseous, "I cannot do this, Skye!"
"You dragged me all the way here, and I'm telling you it's going to go to waste. If they don't want to talk to you, later on in life you can't say you didn't try" That was the best advice Skye had in mind.
Sara gulped down the big lump in her throat and proceeded ahead on the steps. Once there, she stood for a good two minutes praying to god that nothing went wrong.
Boy was she in for something...
*
Gerard was lying on the couch watching tv, when the door let out a small knock.
"Frank! Get the door!" Gerard called; Frank was all the way upstairs, do you see what laziness does to you? Frank either refused to follow Gerard's pointless orders or he pretended like he couldnt hear a thing.
Either way, the door wasn't answered for a whole five minutes. And by that time, Gerard expected that the person would either return later, or was a horny teenage fan who was too sacred to knock the door again.
Close enough, dont you think?
*
"Nuh uh! I'm not knocking again! If they wanted they wanted to answer it, they would have the first THREE times I knocked!" Sara protested to Skye's wishes of knocking the door again, because they simply didnt hear.
"Sara Fucking Taylor," Skye screamed at the top of her lungs, "Knock the motherfucking door!" That was louder. Sara felt like she would rather be dead, eating alive by little creatures than where she was right now.
Because as soon as Skye's screechy voice shut up, the door flew open, and there stood Gerard in his boxer shorts and a plain t-shirt, the tv control in his hands ready to drop.
"HOLY SHIT!" Was all that escaped Gerard's chip-filled mouth.
*
Sara was sitting in the living room next to Skye, who tried to keep her laugh bottled up inside. Nothing could be more awkward than this; Gerard was sitting there silently, just staring at Sara. He didn't believe his eyes.
Why would she come back? Why did she leave in the first place? Why did she decide to come back now? Did she need money, help, a place to crash?
Millions of more questions popped into Gerard's head, and he hadn't even said hello yet. I mean, what are you suppose to say to someone who disappeared from your life for a good 4 and some years, and all of a sudden they're back?
Not much, I'd imagine.
"Uh...I'll go...get someone" Gerard's first words escaped his mouth more than awkwardly as he got up off the couch slowly and went up the stairs to get someone anyone that could make this less awkward than it already is.
*
"Skye, it's not funny" Sara mumbled angrily.
Skye let out a loud chuckle, "yeah it is"
"Shhh"
"No. Bite me" Skye smiled, crossing her arms. "you ain't the boss o' me"
"I sooooo should not have come hereeeee" Sara sang to herself, regretfully. Just then, she heard foot steps walking down the stairs, and both girls shot their heads up. One with a grin on her face, the other with a regretful one, as well as a blush.
Can you guess which is which?
*
Gerard ran up the stairs, he couldn't get the weird thoughts out of his sickening head : "Taylor wants to steal Frank away from Cindy!" He tired to shake the revolting thoughts out of his head, but it wouldn't work. Why else would he be here?
It had to do with Frank.
*
Frank was sitting on his bed, finishing a puzzle that he promised Charlie he would finish. It was harder than he thought. Frank let out a tired sigh, and deiced he could use a brake. As he got up from his bed, carefully - trying not to mess up the puzzle, he heard a 'HOLY SHIT' come from downstairs.
It shook Frank up a bit, and the puzzle pieces were scattered on the ground in seconds. Frank combined every swearword into one, as he quickly tried to fix the puzzle.
Which we all knew, was impossible.
"Ugh, fuck this" Frank gave up in less than a minute, and decided that due to what had just happened, he needed a much longer brake. He was sure he could come up with a lie to tell Charlie ;
Tiredly, Frank walked down the steps. He didn't realize it at first, it was a complete blur to him, but when he made his way to the kitchen (which wasn't blocked off by a wall from the living room) he noticed Charlie's day care sitter.
"Oh, arent you Charlie's sitter? Is there a problem?"
*
Sara could not believe Frank was that clueless! Couldn't he see through her? Couldn't he see that it was Taylor? Had she changed that much? Did he pay that little attention to how she looked that after four messily years, he couldn't recognize her?
Sara felt like she wanted to explode. This was all a big mistake! She made a mistake coming here and wanting to be friends, what was the problem with her?
She had left them, she was the one who wanted to be alone with Nate, she was the one who made a big scene about leaving, and here she is coming back, begging for their forgiveness?
Sara was too caught up in her own thoughts, that she forgot that Frank asked her a question. "Oh...um, no" Sara gave a smile of sorrow.
"Oh then, why are you her-" Frank was cut of by Gerard running back down the steps. "Oh hey Gerard." Frank smiled.
"Sara, this is Gerard my friend," Frank introduced, "Gerard, this is Sara, Charlie's day care sitter"
Gerard stopped. What was wrong with Frank? "Frank...are you okay?"
"Yeah, why?" Frank questioned, completely and utterly clueless to what was going on. Sara looked at Gerard, and he gave her a look that said 'what's wrong with him?'
Sara bit her bottom lip, and gave a shrug.
"Frank," Gerard asked, "That...um. Well, that's sorta Taylor" That was the best way he could put it.
Frank shot his head back and took a good and long look at 'sara' or 'taylor' or whatever.
Then it finally hit him, "HOLY SHIT!"
*
About half an hour later, everyone was gathered around the coffee table in the living room. Either staring at Sara, the coffee table or into space.
"Would anyone like to say something at anytime now?" Skye spoke up. The reason Sara loved her endlessly was because her personality was an exact replica of Frank's. "Ugh, I wanna go home" she continued to whine for the next three minutes.
"Um...so its not Taylor anymore?" Bob finally spoke up, and about the stupidest thing, too.
Sara couldn't help but smile, her smile then turned into a laugh which got everyone laughing and smiling along as well.
"I really missed you guys" Sara said, she had wanted to say that since the first complete day she spent away from them.
"We missed you too!" Mikey finally let go, as a smile graced his face.
"So, who's she?" Bob smirked, nodding over at Skye.
Skye looked at him, blinking once or twice; all of a sudden she started making gagging sounds. Frank bursts out in laughter, along with everyone else.
Hours went by, but Frank hadn't said anything. He didn't want to talk to Sara with everyone around; he also didn't want to turn this into a big deal, because really, it wasn't. Maybe it was important, but nothing to blow out of proportion.
Finally, everyone had gotten the message, and left the living room, leaving behind two nervous beings.
Sara would rather go through millions of awkward moments, much like the ones she shared only minutes ago, than be here ; it felt like she was slowly dying, and Frank was killing her with the tension.
Frank couldn't wait anymore.
He had to know.
"How's Nate?"

rest in results!
ohgosh.no.

i think i lied. :\