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I dashed around in front of the stage, snapping pictures of my favorite band of all time, Pencey Prep. Happily I watched as my boyfriend jumped and thrashed around on stage while still managing to play all the right chords on his guitar strings being held together by just a couple of zip ties.

"This is our last song of the night," Frank began, then sent a glance my way, "It's dedicated to my baby love over there on camera," He sent a smirk, "Her favorite one." All of them began playing their instruments loud, and I knew exactly what song they were playing. Don Quixote... I love the first riff...

Frank's voice sang loud and whiny along with the other boys. Smiling, I watched him have the time of his life jumping up and down. I snapped a few more shots of them, before standing back, and enjoying the music. Everyone behind me in the crowd jumped and sang along with Frank and the boys. The energy felt so wild yet welcoming, it always felt like a second home to me. The crowd's always huge on Friday nights... it's the best time to be here... to play here...

"See ya guys next time." Frank waved to the crowd before walking off stage with his guitar in hands and band members behind him. They all cheered before slowly dispersing to the outside or sticking around somewhere else. I jumped up onto the stage, sitting on the ledge while flipping through the photos.

"Hey babe," I turned to see Frank walking towards me.

"Hi, you guys sounded so good tonight!" A chuckle escaped his lips before he sat beside me.

"You say that every night."

"Cause you guys are amazing!" I giggled, causing him to smile, "You're my favorite band of all time."

"Really!? Of all time!? Wow, but we're like, complete shit."

"No way! You guys are awesome!" His gaze then shifted to the camera.

"Get any good shots?"

"Yeah, I gotta few." I flipped through, showing him.

"Damn, you gotta lotta me. I'm starting to think you like me more than the others."

"Well duh!" I kissed his cheek. His fingers rested over mine, with his head on my shoulder, "Wanna head home?"

"Yeah..." I kissed the top of his head, which, smelled like a steaming ball of sweat.

"Frankie, you stink so bad." I giggled.

"I know, I'm sweaty. The other boys don't ever get this sweaty, I dunno why I'm always like this."

"Well, it probably has something to do with you thrashing around all the time." I stood up, holding a hand out for him.

"Oh yeah, probably," He took my hand and stood up, "I just can't help myself," We began walking out of the venue with my other hand on my camera bag and his on his guitar case, "It's like, instinct, y'know? My body just, has this need to thrash around whenever I'm on stage."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! It's weird."

"It gets cool shots though." He smirked.

"Rad..." I helped him carefully set his trashy guitar in the back of our little trashy car before getting in ourselves.

"Hey babe?" I hummed, buckling myself, and setting my camera bag on the car floor, "So, there's this new band that's gonna start playing at the Loop Lounge. I was thinking we could go see their first show. See what they're all about." He started the car and drove off.

"Yeah, sounds fun, what're they called?"

"My Chemical Romance," He stated.

"Wow, that's a really cool name."

"I know right!? Wish I had thought of that!" He chuckled, "So, ya wanna see them?"

"Uhuh, with a name like that they've already got me hooked. When's the show?"

"Friday night," He explained, "Next week."

"Alright, so it's a date?"

"Hell yeah babe."

We pulled up to our shitty little apartment complex and got out of the car. Frank got his guitar from the back while I carried my camera bag. Hand in hand we walked to the apartment building. Like always, he opened the door for me with a smile. Always a gentleman to me...

"C'mon darling," I giggled, "I wanna get to bed so we can cuddle." At the sound of this, he immediately caught up with me.

"Oh yeah? Well, I'll race ya then!" He bolted down the hallway.

"No! That's cheating!" I dashed after him, laughing.

"I'm gonna beat ya!" Frank cried, throwing open the door, and darting up the stairwell. I ran right behind him.

"Frankie, I dunno about that!" I cried, speeding past him.

"Shit!" He laughed.

I slammed open the door to our floor and raced to our apartment. As soon as I stepped in front of our door, Frank launched himself in front of me. His body slid through the space between my feet and the bottom of the door. There was a smirk across his face as he looked up at me.

"I win." He breathlessly chuckled.

"You're such a doofus." I giggled, helping him up off the floor.

"Yeah, but you love me..." He kissed my cheek as I unlocked the door to our shitty little studio apartment.

"Just cause I love you doesn't make you any less of a doofus."

We stepped inside the small space. The right side wall held a kitchen consisting of a sink, oven, refrigerator, and very little counter space and cabinets. Against the left wall was our red futon, nightstands on either side of it, and little things tapped to the wall like photos or drawings. The bathroom sat in the far right corner against the back wall which had a big window where most of our light came from beside the bathroom.

Frank switched on the lights, took off his shoes, and flopped onto our futon, which was currently in couch mode. I took my shoes off and sat beside him.

"You still stink..." He groaned.

"I'll shower later..."

"Babe..."

"Fine!" He got up and stammered into the bathroom. I pulled out my shitty little laptop and plugged my camera into it.

Loading: thirty five photos

I set the laptop onto the night stand to let the photos transfer onto there. Then, I grabbed my bag and took a seat at the small barista table sat between the kitchen and living/bedroom.

My fingers fumbled through the bag until I found my sketchbook and pencils. Carefully, I flipped through the pages to my newest project, a drawing of a Pencey Prep logo I had been coming up with. Quietly, I sketched a skeleton into the state of New Jersey.

The bathroom door swung open and I was met with my boyfriend in a towel around his waist and another in his hand. He ran the towel around his neck and hair.

"What're you working on?" He asked, eyeing my drawing from the other side of the table.

"Just a little doodle." I showed him, he took the book.

"Oh woah! This is so rad. Can we use this!?" He asked. Aww...

"Yeah, when I'm done." I spoke as he set the book down.

"Right..." He opened up the drawers beside the left nightstand and grabbed a pair of pajamas, "When I'm back be prepared for cuddles." I giggled as he stepped back into the bathroom and shut the door. I should put my pajamas on...

Standing up from my chair, I put my things away before rummaging through our drawers. Once I found my favorite pair of pajamas, I slipped them on and threw my day clothes into the laundry basket sitting on top of the drawers.

The bathroom door swung open to reveal Frankie with an old band tee on and blue plaid pajama pants.

"Aww..." I cooed.

"What?" He asked, stepping to me.

"You, you're so cute." He smiled, then gazed at the laptop still sat on the nightstand.

"Are they done?" He asked, sitting on the couch.

"I think so," I sat beside him, grabbing the laptop, and setting it on my lap.

Loading complete

Okay

"Yeah," He rested his head on my shoulder. I clicked okay and flipped through all the photos, "That's a pretty good one."

"Uhuh, I like that one too." He pointed at the screen. I saved all the good ones in a file for later. Quietly, we both yawned.

"Wanna set up the bed?" I asked, he nodded. As he got up, I put the laptop away. We unfolded the bed area from under the couch cushions and piled on our pillows and blankets.

"I got the lights," Frank turned off the lights just as I climbed underneath the warm mismatched blankets, "Aww..." He whispered, "You're so cute," I smiled to myself while he got under the covers, "C'mere..."

Frank wrapped his arms around me, bringing my body closer to his. I snuggled into him, getting comfortable.

"Y/n?" He spoke with his eyes closed.

"Yeah Frank?"

"One day, I'm gonna get us outta this place. The band is gonna take off, and I'm gonna make enough money to get outta this shitty apartment. After we get out, I'm gonna marry you, and get a dog." I giggled.

"You wanna marry me?" He nodded, "Cool..." so sweet... I'd marry him in a heartbeat if he asked...

"Hey Frankie?" He hummed, "I love you."

"I love you too babe..." He murmured, "Goodnight baby love." I smiled.

"Night' doofus." He softly chuckled.

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This was very fun to write! I wrote this one shot specifically to see if I would like to write a book off of it. I'm thinking it'll probably happen. Idk when tho, this is just a little sneak peek until I figure it out. So yeah, if you liked it, lemme know. I have a rlly nice book idea for it :D Have a lovely day~peace out cheesebags