I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. Where was that high pitched buzzing sound, coming from? But the faster I ran the louder it got. I tried to lift my arms but they wouldn't come, they just dangled there by my sides. I grunted trying to get them to come to my ears, but they wouldn't, it was like my brain had given up on my arms. I screamed as I fell face first into the gravel, my world blacking out.
Pixie gasped, her eyes flying open, her hands curling her fingers around her Batman bed sheets, her body drenched in sweat. Her chest was heaving. She wrapped her arms around herself, and rocked back and forth. That Nightmare would just not go away. Pixie threw the bed sheets off of her, and swung her feet over the edge, her toes feeling the carpet. She stood, and went to go take a shower.
She locked the doors behind her, and stripped naked, turning on the shower. She brushed through her hair, then hopped in.
After a good 30 minutes, Pixie turned off the water, then heard a knock on her bathroom door.
"Who is it?" Pixie asked. Strange. No one ever knocked on her bathroom door. She got out, and wrapped a towel around her nude body.
"Pix, babe, Lets go..." A low voice said, walking away from the door.
"Okay...Hold on." Pixie called out, drying herself off, grabbing her clothes, unlocking the painted white door. She flipped the light switch down, and walked past her boyfriend, into her closet. She let the down drop, and got dressed. She was wearing a black v-neck, black skinny jeans, with wholes in the knees, high top regular converse, and her "Fred" hat.
She when back into the bathroom, took her hat off, and blow dryed her hair, putting her hat back on, fixing her hair. She walked out, and smiled, hugging her boyfriend. "Hey Mikey.."Pixie said smiling, looking up at him. They shared a sweet kiss before she pulled away, and grabbed her phone and keys, interlocking thier fingers together.
They walked out of Pixie appartment, and got in Mikeys cherry red Mustang convertable. Pixie hoped over the door, into the Passenger seat, and smiled, buckling up. Mikey got in the drivers seat, and started the car, putting his iphone in the cupholder, backing out of the parking spot. He drove away towards Warner Brothers Recording Studio, which was only about 3 blocks from Pixie's apartment complex.
Pixie and Mikey got out of the convertable, after about 5 minutes of listening to the radio, cause there song had come on. Pixie grabbed her phone, and trotted up the stairs, waiting for Mikey. He was slow...God, but he was gorgeous. His green eyes shone in the sun, his short dark brown hair, the top died a light dirty blonde, so he had bangs. It was a weird twist to what his friend Frank used to have in 2004. But Pixie loved it, it looked good on him, specially when he had his Ray Bans on, and they were at the beach. Mikey and his brother hated getting tan, cause they were half Italian, so they tanned really easily, plus they grew up in Belleville, New Jersey, so...yea..
Pixie smiled, and curled her fingers around her boyfriends, and they walked in together. Pixie went upstairs, and Mikey was down the hall. Her band, Angels With Wings was moved upstairs, to give Mikeys band more room. She had been pretty mad, but whatever...Some people had torn down all of thier posters, and put it all in a box, outside the door, and put a note on the door, "This room will be torn down, to make more room for My Chemical Romance." She'd ripped the paper from the door, and threw it away, and went to find thier new recording space.
So anyways, she'd been really mad, so she let Mikey go, and trotted down the hall, running up the stairs. Pixie didn't trust the Elevator. No, No No, No NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! Pixie hated elevators, ALOT! She breathed out, putting her hands in her jeans pockets, breathing out. She walked down the hall, and opened the door to thier new recording studio.
"Hey Guys.."Pixie said flicking her hair to the side. Daniel smiled towards her. Daniel Johnathan McCullen. He was 6 feet of amazing guitar playing skills, he was pretty handsome too, but there was only one man for her. Mikey Way, or Michael James Way, his full name. Sometimes Pixie called him Jamie, just to mess with him. But back to Daniel. He had jet black hair, short, he was like Ronnie Radke, he could sing, he'd been to jail once for 2 years, he had a *heck* of a lot of tattoos, he was just amazing. But Daniel had the wierdest laugh, and he had some slightly jacked up teeth, Pixie kept reminding him, that he needed to get Braces, but Nooo...He wouldn't listen. Maybe if Pixie had dated him longer, He would have gotten braces.
Pixie flopped down in her rolling chair, and looking at her band mates, with Honor. This band is going somewhere. Pixie thought to herself.
Daniel sat on the couch, putting his feet up on the coffee table they'd moved from Pixies old Appartment. She'd gotten new furniture, but didn't want to give it away, it was part of her long history of violence, just kidding, her long history of anscestors. Pixie breathed out, and flinched when her iphone went off, screaming First Of The Year by Skrillex. She let it ring for a second, before pulling it out of her back pocket, it was a text from Mikey. She smiled, and looked at it.
From: Mikey
To: 618-496-0369
Message:
Hey babe, I told Gee...He wants to talk to you.....
Pixie bit her lip, reading this, Oh God, What does he want from me know? He's prolly just being the protective older brother...butt...*dang*.. Pixie stood from her chair, putting her phone back in her back pocket.
"Gerd, Needs me...be back soon guys, don't mess anything up....Johna should be here soon..."Pixie said walking out of thier studio, down the stairs, then down the hall, turning, opening the door to MCR's practice space.
"What do you want, Gerard?" Pixie asked walking in.
Gerard looked up from his stool.
"Ah, Pixie....I see you got Mikey's, text? Come outside with me..."Gerard said setting down his notpad on his stool, as he stood, walking out of the room past Pixie.
"Okay....Hey guys.." Pixie said waving to Ray Toro, the lead guitarist, who was sloutched over his guitar, Frank Iero, who was curled up on the floor, sleeping as ussual, Mikey Way, who was sitting in a chair, staring off into space, with his ussual Poker Face, except when he was around her. Pixie walked out of the room, following Gerard, Mikeys older brother, outside.
Pixie had always had a school girl crush on Mikeys older brother. He was so yummy, and just amazingly hot. It hurt to look at him, because she knew if she broke up with Mikey to be with Gerd, she would see him every holiday in Jersey...It would hurt. She didn't want to cause that pain. But you know who else Pixie had fallen for? Frank Iero. He was barely taller than her, which was ideal, instead of the 6 inches taller than her, Mikey. She loved Mikey and all but....mmm Frankie. She had dreams about him somtimes.
Pixie pushed the last dream she'd had about Frank from her mind, and breathed out.
Chapter Three
"What'd you want?"Pixie asked, putting a hand on her hip, the other riffling through her pockets to find her ciggerettes.
Gerard smiled. "Your love.."Gerard said looking down into her eyes. Pixie's eyes widened.
"Gerard, We've been over this...."Pixie said putting a hand on his chest. Gerard looked down at her, took the ciggerette between his lips, and kissed her lips gently. Pixie tried to pull away, but it was so sweet, her heart and brain wouldn't let her. It felt so good..but at the same time, it still didn't feel right...With Mikey it felt the same way. Weird...haha "Same Way" get it? Nevermind.
Pixie pulled away, turning around, walking back inside, back up to the practice space, walking past Mikey. Mikey tried to stop her, but she kept walking. Gerard had done that a few times before, expecially when Mikey was so close. She didn't want to lose the friendship between the Way brothers.
*NINE HOURS LATER*
Pixie was the last to leave. She turned the light off, and locked the door behind her, her phone in her back pocket. She walked down the hall, grabbed her Coke, then walked downstairs. As she was passing MCR's space, Frank walked out, locking the door behind him.
"Oh, Hey Pixie" Frank said smiling, trotting over to catch up with her. Pixie smiled.
"Hey Frank.."Pixie said breathing out. Now Frank, was a different story. He was a complete gentleman around her, so sweet and innocent. He was perfect, for her in every way. She noticed Mikey wasn't here.
"Great....He left me, again..."Pixie said sighing.
"I'll take you home...."Frank said flicking his bangs from his face, smiling.
"I really don't feel like going home..."Pixie sighed, pushing her hair from her face. "Can I just....crash on your couch, tonight? I don't feel like talking to Mikey in the morning..cause he doesn't call before he comes over, he just shows up, and cause he has a key..."Pixie breathed out, rubbing her face. Frank nodded. He understood, back in Pencey Prep, Frank's old band, He'd had a girlfriend that did that to him. He'd hated it, she never called, always just showed up.
"Totally....Mama and Sweet Pea, won't mind a visitor, I'm sure there sick of me coming home empty handed, litterally..."Frank said sighing. Pixie smiled, then rubbed his shoulder.
"I don't have anything to come home to, so...."Pixie said breathing out. Frank nodded.
"Come on, Well stop and get somthing to eat, I don't have any food at my appartment, for some reason..."Frank shook his head, breathing out, unlocking his black Camry. Pixie smiled, and got in the passenger seat, setting her phone in the little holder thing on the door, buckling up. Frank smiled, and buckled up, starting the car. His car faintly smelled of ciggerette smoke, but Pixie didn't mind it, it didn't make her gag like it used to when she lived with her dad, He smoked in the car, with the windows rolled up. It was disgusting.
When Frank pulled up to his appartment, he put the car in park, and took the keys from ignition, un-buckling his seat belt, getting out. As he got out, he shut his door, locked the car, and walked around to the otherside, un-locking the doors, opening the door for Pixie smiling, holding his black skelly fingerless gloved left hand out to her, smiling. Pixie smiled, grabbed her phone, and took his hand, getting out.
And that's when the fireworks exploded in Pixies heart. His touch had sent those. But when she would touch him, she didn't get that. Weird. But Pixie knew what that meant. She smiled at him, and interlocked their fingers. Franks eyes widened a bit, and smiled big. He was so happy. Frank and Pixie walked up the black iron stairs to Frank's apartment.
When Frank and Pixie got to the top of the staircase, Frank turned on his heels, to the right, and pulled out his keys, unlocking the door. Opening the door, Pixie saw an eager black dog, and a golden dog, both girls, she could tell. Frank smiled. "Hey girlies...Sweet Pea, mama...This is Pixie.."Frank said walking in, Pixie followed. Frank let go of her hand, and she frowned a little, but she reluctantly sat on the couch, it squeaked slightly underneath her weight. Sweet Pea and Mama jumped up on the couch, on either side of her, and laid down, nuzzling against her. Pixie smiled, and rubbed behind their ears. Frank walked into the kitchen, and grabbed two cokes, walking back into the livingroom, handing her a Coke as he went to sit in his chair. He rarely ever sat on the couch anymore, he always just laid on it.
Frank flipped on the tv, and switched the channel to Comedy Central. Pixie smiled, and rubbed behind his dog's ears. Sweet Pea and Mama were so cute, they were deprieved of the womenly care they needed. She knew Frank loved his dogs. One time Sweet Pea was sick so he stayed with her in the Vets till she was well enough to come back home, Mama had tagged along. They were the cutest family, Pixie had ever seen. She was glad, that someday soon she would join them.
Pixie wanted Frank sitting by her then remembered about Mikey. She would only ever do this once. She texted Mikey.
To: Mikey
From: Pixie
Message:
Hey Mikey, I'm sorry but this just isn't working out, I would like my key returned, or I can just change the locks. Bye Mikey...
Pixie didn't like, that is kinda sounded like a suicide note, but whatevs. Pixie looked down, and picked up a tennis ball, she threw it into the hallway, and Sweet Pea and Mama zoomed after it. Frank saw the oppurtunity, and jumped up sitting down next to Pixie. Pixie smiled. Frank put his arm around her shoulders, and Pixie leaned into it curling up laying her head on his shoulder. She kicked off her shoes, so she could put her feet up on the couch, leaving room for Sweet Pea or Mama.
Frank smiled and kissed the top of her head gently. Pixie blushed lightly, Thank God he couldn't see her face. Pixie turned her attention back to his tv. Frank and Pixie watched tv, till Frank heard Pixie's tummy grumble. Frank smiled and reached for his phone.
"Pizza?" Frank asked smiling, Pixie nodded.
"Yes, Please." Pixie said smiling, looking into his eyes, a hand pressed against his left peck. Frank smiled and reached for his phone He called the Pizza Place "Domino's" and ordered 2 medium sized pizza's, one extra cheese and one with extra cheese and pinnaple. Pixie smiled, she heard her tummy growl in response to Frank's words. Frank smiled, and hung up a little after. Pixie blushed slightly at Frank's smile.
Frank kissed Pixie's cheek gently and smiled. Pixie smiled.*THEY DID THINGS LIKE KISSING,THEY MADE ME EDIT IT OUT, oh and the Doorbell rang!*
Pixie slipped off his lap onto the couch, trying to catch her breath. Frank stood, taking out his wallet as he opened the door, giving a 20 dollar bill to a rather handsome delivary boy. He took the pizza into his hands, and nodded at the teen as he shut the door walking towards the small kitchen. Frank set the pizza boxs down as Pixie stood. Frank got out a paper plate for Pixie, and just took the whole extra cheese pizza back to the couch, sitting down. Pixie took out two slices from the other box, shut it and went back to her seat on the couch, smiling. Frank slid the pizza box onto the ottaman, and took out a slice, turning the tv from mute, watching the TV intently, before changing it to the SyFy channel.