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Think Happy Thoughts	By : SugarxSweetxPoison Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1998 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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AN: Thanks again to anyone that reviewed! It totally makes my day! Oh and I'd forgotten before, maybe because I was in denial but I do not own any memembers of My Chemical Romance no matter how much I wish I did *sigh* but anyways, enjoy
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“So um yeah,” I stuttered out, bitng my lip and cringing, “I’m new to this whole walking thing and I seem to be extremely bad at it.” Let’s not forget that I’d just molested him on top of everything.

“It’s alright,” he muttered, standing up and inspecting the damage, “It was only burning hot coffee…”

“I’m so sorry,” I babbled on, “I really can't seem to do shit right today. It’s really like whoa Val, haven’t you embarrassed yourself enough? You know, I have pants just like those. You can have them in you want. Oh my god, why can't I just shut up? Fuck, I’m sorry! Gah!”

“Hey,” he laughed, “Chill out. I’ll survive.” He paused, looking me over before a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Thanks for the show earlier today by the way.”

Jesus fucking Christ he was sexy, even when reminding me of my earlier humiliation. This was just great. I’d forever be remembered as the crazy, singing secretary with the South Park undies.

“Yeah,” I blushed, looking away, “No problem. I aim to please you know.”

Oh wow, could I have possibly sounded like more of a whore there? Grab his dick (no matter how accidental that had been!) and tell him you aim to please. I was on a roll.

He laughed again and shook his head, “How’s this, I buy you another of what you were drinking and you promise to never spill it on me again and we’ll be good?”

I blinked in return, “But your pants…and the spillage was totally me.”

“Like I said,” he waved a dismissive hand, “I’ll survive.” There was a short pause before he smiled, “Besides, I want to.”

“Okay,” I smiled back hesitantly, really not knowing if I should believe all of this or not, “That sounds great. I just have to call Nick and tell him I’ll be late and all.”

“Oh,” Frank smile flattered for half a second. It was so quick I’m sure I’d only imagined it, “Are you and Nick a thing or…”

“Oh my god no!” my face twisted in disgust, “That’d be like fucking my brother and I actually have a brother so the thought is …well let’s just not go there please.”

“Well, what’s the deal then?” he quirked an eyebrow at me.

“Me and Nick have been best friends since before I can even remember. He’s my hommie, my G, my brother from another mother. Did I mention he snapped me out of my ghetto phase?”

“A ghetto phase? Do I want to know?”

I laughed, “Probably not. I’ve had many phases. I’m a woman of many faces thank you very much.”

“Well then,” he pulled out a chair at his table for me, “Valerie is it?” I nodded and he continued, “Why don’t you sit down and tell me about your many faces.”

The urge to pinch myself to make sure I was dreaming was so strong…

“I’d be my pleasure Mr. Iero,” I smiled back at him widely, taking a seat.

You have no idea.

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“I think that if you're born in Minnesota, you're born with at least an appreciation for Bob Dylan and Prince,” I told him; taking a bite of the brownie I’d talked Frank into buying me. I paused and let out a loud ‘mmm’, “Oh my god, chocolate orgasm.” When I realized what I’d just said, I blushed bright red and looked away, “Sorry. Seriously, sometimes I just don’t think before I speak. Try.”

He smiled and shook his head wordlessly before leaning down and taking a bite of the pre-offered brownie, “That is fucking good.”

I was this close to just melting into my chair. This was ridiculous. Sure he was hot and he played guitar in one of my favorite bands and he was funny and sweet and damn sexy but come on. I did not melt. I was not supposed to melt. I was supposed to roll my eyes and laugh at guys that tried to charm me.

“But anyways, like I was saying. Bob Dylan and Price equal gods if you ask me,” I went on, “I mean I still crank up Little Red Corvette in my car and rock out and Bob Dylan is just amazing. The first thing I taught myself to play on my very first acoustic was Blowin’ In The Wind which is like my favorite song ever. Anything by the Backstreet Boys comes in as a close second.”

He nearly spit out his coffee at this, “Oh my god, I love the Backstreet Boys! Wait…no…I believe I was looking for the word hate.”

I let out a loud giggle at his exaggerated valley girl tone and shook my head, “Shut up! They rock my socks so bad! I Want It That Way is a fucking classic. Besides, the best part of believe is the lie darling.”

“And I believe you need to stop listening to your From Under The Cork Tree CD,” he frowned playfully, “There are much better CD’s to listen to such as anything from My Chemical Romance…”

I rolled my eyes and laughed, “Someone’s jealous I see.”

“Very,” he nodded in agreement, looking away.

There was a moment of awkward silence before Frank spoke up again, “So how do you like New York so far?”

I smiled slightly, worrying my lip between my teeth, “I dunno I mean it’s just so different and I thought different is what I wanted but I guess I’m just a little scared of it all. Everything is so big and fast and half the time I feel completely lost but that’s the thing. I almost like the feeling of being so small and lost in such a commotion and just losing all control but there’s that part of me that screams for the control of the situation back. Of course I really don’t want to go back to Coon Rapids so I can't complain. Besides I can't move back. I’m proving a point to the parentals.”

“That being?” he asked, leaning in on his elbows.

I flicked my bangs from my face and sighed, “That I can actually do something big and great and I’m not the family fuck up. I’m not out here to be Nick’s secretary. He’s trying to get me a deal at Reprise and all that shit. I mean my brother Craig is gonna be this huge, huge business man. I swear, the next god damn Donald Trump and you know that show Silverlake on the WB?”

He scrunched his brows together, “The one about the whiny rich kids that are all fucking each other?”

I nodded, “Yeah, and that really gorgeous blonde girl doing the boy from the wrong side of the tracks is my sister. They say she’s the next big thing. So like I said, I’m the fuck up child. I dropped out of college and bummed around which was totally unacceptable to my parents.”

“Yeah,” he scratched the back of his head, “I know how you feel. I dropped out for music too. Can't say my parents were all that happy with that choice either.”

I smiled, “Yeah but it’s working out just a little bit better for you Mr. I Play In One Of The Biggest Bands Of The Year And I’m Lusted After By Many.”

He actually seemed embarrassed at this. It was so fucking cute.

“Of course you didn’t start out like that right?” I said, “I mean as good of a band Pency Prep was…”

“I’m shocked,” he cut me off, “You actually know about Pency Prep. Not many fans do.”

I blushed a little, “Uh, actually, the only reason I got into MCR was because of you. I loved Pency Prep; Heroine Slow is one of my favorite songs.” I glanced up at the clock on the wall and almost shit my pants. We’d been talking for the last three hours and it was getting pretty late. “I’m sorry but I gotta go. Nick is already gonna be all over me. It was really nice talking to you though Frank, getting to know you and such.”

He smiled and nodded, “Yeah, it really was.” He paused for a second, almost unsure before asking, “Can I call you sometime? Maybe we can…”

Before he could finish my cell went off. I sighed when I saw it was Nick and answered, “I’ll be home in ten minutes. Keep your fucking pants on.”

“Fine, you have ten minutes and I’m counting.”

I rolled my eyes, “Bye.”

“I really have to go but you know where to find me. Bye!”

With that I rushed out of Starbucks, home with a goofy smile on my face the entire time.
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