<>Frank Iero<>This Is The Best Day Ever<>Gerard Way<> 1

"so, you hyped up for tomorrow??" Kirsty asked as we sit in the staff room of the shop we work in.

and no. i am not hyped up.

"i dunno....i suppose so.." i mumbled as i examine the object on my plate that is meant to be a sandwich. from now on. i'm making my own sandwhiches.

"oh come on Angel.. its Franks 19th birthday! aren't you excited for him atleast?" not really. whats so exciting about being 19?

"i don't know Kirsty! its only some dum halloween party!" i snap.

"but thats not the point. He still invited you. aren't you happy that he invited you?" she asked as she cocked one eyebrow.

sure i was happy. the guy i had been obsessed with all the way through high school (and still was obsessed with at this very moment in time) had asked me to his party.

"its not a big deal Kirsty." i repeated "He only invited me because i have known him pratically all my life" i sighed. this was also true. his mom was my god mother. so we do have some kind of friend ship. i mean, we've hung out at parties both of our families had been invited to, and we have little conversations when we bump into each other and stuff.

"hey, he invited you too....he invited EVERY BODY" i said waving my arms around like a loon. Kirsty just laughed. thats what she always does. laughs all the time. she's always happy. i can't understand how some one could be happy all the time. but she is!

"oh well, i wouldn't be going if-"

"i KNOW, if Mikey wasn't going. you've told me a million times." i said rolling my eyes. Kirsty also likes Mikey ALOT too. she has never ever talken to him though. He's the only person she is shy around. so basically. He's the only one that can SHUT HER UP!

"any ways....my break is over...." i sighed as i toss my sandwich in the bin, i glared at Kirsty, who still had half an hour left and ressumed my shift.

We both work in a Cd shop that has barely any customers at all. so we get really shitty pay. but atleast we get money.

i took my place on the stool behind the till and began to flick through a magasine i had brought next door in the corner shop.

"dear miss gossip. my boyfriend thinks i'm fat. what should i do?" i read aloud from the problems page.

"DUMP THE BASTARD, DOI!" i yell to myself. "why am i reading this shit any way?" i asked myself again as i threw the girly magasine across the room. i groaned as i looked up at the clock.

"ANOTHER HOUR.....I'M GONNA DIE!" i whined as i let my head drop down onto the counter. i left it there, realising that if i looked down enough, i could kind of see my nose.

(HAHA! I JUST REALISED THAT WHILST WRITING THIS.....SORRY...I'M WEIRD...)

"I'M BORED" i yelled after a few minutes passed.

"SO AM I. GIVE ME A CD!" some one yelled as they snickered, i shot up and nearly choked on my chewing gum.

"Fr-frank.." i stutter as i cough.

"yeah hi. are you ok?" he asked as he walked over to the counter.

"uh...ye-yeah....have you got any gum...i just lost mine."

"yeah, here." he said as he chucked a stick of gum at me, i tried to cooly catch it. but i can never do anything with out looking like a fool. i try to catch it but he had thrown it too far, i lean back. loose my balance. and fall of the stool.

"ow..."

"oh my god..are you ok?" he asked as he leaned over the counter and stared down at me.

"urgh... i'm FINE!" i said as i sat back on the stool. my left eye twitching slightly. my eye always twitches when i'm slightly annoyed.

i sat, staring into space for a little while, when i realised Frank was still standing there.

"oh...uh...what do you want?" i asked.

"oh yeah. are you coming to the party tomorrow?" he asked.

i have an option? i thought i had to go...but then thats me being stupid. DOI

"oh..uh..i don't think i'll be able to make it. sorry." i lie. i am perfectly free tomorrow. i just don't want to go. i'll humilliate myself. i tend to do that.

but for some reason Frank looks a little dissapointed. "oh....why can't you make it?" he asked.

oopsy...

"uh...."

what do i say...what do i say?

"well...."

i can't think under pressure! god damn it.

"i'm going to visit my dad at the cemetry" i said quickly.

that was good. hey. maybe i can actually do that.

Frank nodded. i new he understood. obviously he new all about my dad and his cancer. because his mum was my mums closest friend. and my god mother. now i think about it. he was at the funeral! i remember now. he stayed with me for ages that night...

"well...sorry you couldn't make it. i was looking forwrd to chatting with you..." he said, smiling weakly.

"oh."

"couldn't you come by later on tomorrow?" he asked.

"uh...i'll try-"

"KIRSTY'S BACK IN THE ROO- oh...hi Frank." Kirsty said as she pranced back into the room.

thats right. pranced.

"Hey, Kirst. your coming tomorrow. right?" Frank asked. she shot me a confused look.

"uh..yeah......and so is Angel..right Angel?" she asked me.

"no..i'm going to visit my dad. remember?" i said raising my eyebrows.

"you are?...i mean....yeah...you are."she said, covering quickly.

"well. You better come later on tomorrow, i told my friends all about you. now they want to meet you...don't let me down." Frank said pouting.......aaaaaaaw. how can i resist that?

"i'll try" i repeated. we all said goodbye and Frank walked out, shoving his hands in his pockets, the minute he got out the door Kirsty turned to me.

"Angelica." she hissed. god i hate being called that. "you said you would go!" she whined.

"i didn't want to." i shrugged.

"now i have to go alone." she groaned. she stomped her feet twice and i sighed.

"your so dramatic some times Kirst, i'm going home to take a shower and do nothing." i said as i headed for the door.

"you still have half an hour left!" she yelled

i obviously new that.

"eh...what ya gonna do." i said smirking, and after that. i ran out the door. only to be chased my Kirsty.

god she's slow. but i still keep running. cuz...its fun! as i watched Kirsty over my shoulder, making fun of her awful attempt to run, i bash into something.

or some one.

i fall to the ground and let out a little "oof" as my head hits the pavement.

"oooh....my god, are you ok?" some one asks me. i opened my eyes, to be met by an amasing pair of olive eyes.

"mimokayow..." was the first thing that came to my mouth.

just for the record that was 'mimokayow.'

"in english please?" this handsome stranger asked

"i'm good. just....laying around.." i joked, putting my hands behind my head.

Kirsty has seemed to disapear back into the shop as this stranger helps me up.

"i'm sorry. and i'm Gerard." he said as i stable myself.

"Angel." i said as i shook his hand.

"Angel?"

"Angel."

"is it short for...Angelica or something?" he scoffed. saying it as a joke.

what a bad joke. seeing as that is my name.

"yeah...it is."

"it is?" he said as he gasped and clapped his hand over his mouth.

i just laughed. "Don't worry about it. Angelica is a stupid name...but please. call me Angel." i told him.

"ok well. see you around Angel. i need to go help a friend get his house ready for a party."

i have to admit. i am a little disapointed. this guy is soo...HOT! i only ever felt like this with Frank.

"oh...have fun." i mumbled, he waved goodbye and i waved back, before i shove my hands in my pockets and walk home.

after 5 minutes or so i finally get back home. i live in a one bedroom apartment with my twin sister Monica. and her 1 year old daughter Hollie. My sister was stupid enough to think some guy loved her. he got her knocked up. and left her when he found out. but i love helping with Hollie. she's so beautiful.

"i'm home!" i yelled as i chuck my keys on the table.

"Angle!" Hollie squeaked. yes thats right. Hollie calls me Angle. but come on. she's only one!

"hello baby!" i yell as i sweeped her up and tickled her. she giggled before she started to scratch and bite. i just shake my head and put her down. she smiled up at me for a second before she waddled of into another room.

"heya sis." i said as i entered out room. ah! our room. a very weird place. half the room. dark colours, and very messy, obviously my side. the other half. all pink and neat. yes my sister was quite preppy. and we would of been identical if i didn't dye my hair. but i always dye my hair. at the moment. its a violet colour.

"hey Angel, how was work?" she asked.

"crap.." i muttered...well, it was.

"uh...Frank called." she said.

WHAT...FOR ME? "oh.."

"he wanted you to go to his and help out..even though your not going or something like that...going where?" Monica asked. i know not to tell her about the party. because Frank hates her so much.

"uh...it doesn't matter..." i shrugged it off and lay down on my bed. for half an hour i decided to play with Hollie before she went to bed.

"go." Monica simply said when she entered the room again.

huh?

"HUH?"

"go help Frank out with what ever...i can tell you want to." she said smiling slyly....god i hate it when she's right.

"fine...but i'm taking the car!"

"be my guest." Monica and I also share a car. its easier. i pulled on my chucks and walked out the apartment, i would of slammed the door to show how annoyed i am. but Hollie is sleeping. i walked to the car and jumped inside.

why has Frank taken a sudden interest in me? sure. he has invited me to parties before. but he has never really cared if i show up or not. and now he's asking me to help out. even though i'm not going...i don't know. maybe i'm reading into it too much.

or maybe he does just want to introduce me to his friends...DOI!

after thinking a bit i turned up at Franks house. for some reason i have a key. i don't know. his mum insists on me having it. i got out the car and walk up to the house. all the lights were on and some one was playing a guitar.

"really sounds like he's sorting out the party for tomorrow." i said as i rolled my eyes, i walked into the house to be met by Mikey. he was the boy Frank always hung around with in high school. and the guy Kirsty was obsessed with.

"Hey, micheal." i joked.

"hey Angelica." he smirked. damn him.

"shut it."

"nice to see you too..we are all in here. And Rays playing his guitar....god knows why" Mikey said...he is hyper. i can tell.

"whos Ray?"

"he's our mate. he had already left high school when we were there, so had my brother left."

"i never new you had a brother." i said frowning. i really didn't know!

"yeah, Ge-"

"YO, ANGEL!" Frank yelled.

"hi Frank....why do you need me here. you have four of you!" i whined.

"yeah but...girls are clean....you have to clean.."

"hello! have you seen my room!" i yelled, once again i wave my arms around like a loon.

"well, any ways...come in." Frank said, looking at me like i was crazy. Frank and Mikey were a year older than me. so i am 17, soon to turn 18. and they are 19. well Mikey is already. Frank is tomorrow. just thought i'd tell you.

i walked in and sat down on his sofa, next to some guy with a guitar....who i am guessing is Ray.

i scanned the room quickly "Hey Mikey...i thought you said there was 4 of you he-" but i was cut off by some one jumping out of the closet.

"BOO!"

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" i scream as i fall of the sofa.

smooth.

real smooth.

they all fall about laughing while i lay on the floor. my eyes closed.

"Damn...thats the second time today i have made this chick fall over." a familier voice came. i looked up to see those olive eyes again.

"Gerard?"

"Angelica?" he mocked me.

"fucker?" i mocked back.

"girl who can't stand up for less than two seconds?" he mocked again, smirking slightly...god he is HOT.

"uh...do you guys know each other?" Mikey asked. interupting out mocking match.

"you could say that."

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