Well, It Rains And It Pours....
Amanda’s cell phone started to ring, a high pitched screech that knocked her out of her concentration. She continued to stare at the white ceiling as she groped around the hotel dresser for her phone, touching the alarm clock, lamp and ice bucket before finally grabbing the noise emitting device. She flipped it open and pressed it against her ear all before a flash of lighting illuminated the big empty hotel room. Where in the hell was Frank?
She sighed before answering. “Hello?”
Her voice sounded small and irritated in her own ears. The sound of thunder ripped the air soon after the word left her tongue and clutched at her heart as the sudden volume scared her. She cursed under her breath as the other person on the line started to speak.
“Shh! She picked up! Oh my gawd Ray shut up. I’m going to tell her.”
Amanda rolled her eyes at Gerard’s slurred speech and immediately knew they were at a bar; the guys ritual after each show. She really needs to talk to Gerard about his limits.
“Hey Am-manda.” He hiccupped, finally greeting her. Amanda sighed deeply, rolling her head to the side, her cheek resting against the cool crisp white bed sheets. She caught a glimpse of the time from the alarm clock, 2:23 am, before answering.
“What is it Gerard?”
There was a silence at his end of the line; only distant chatter from the bar was audible. “Gerard?” Amanda tried again, checking the phone to see if the call had dropped but he was still on the line. The wind howled outside as it rattled the hotel windows. The rain was pounding against the glass pane, the droplets sounding like pebbles. “Gee, where’s Frank?” She asked after a moment of silence.
“Umm… That’s what I called you for. I, um, we don’t know where Frank is.”
Amanda sat up from the bed, sitting there as she just stared out of the window, mouth open in shock.
“W-w-what do you mean you don’t know where Frank is? How can you lose a grown man>” She demanded once she found her voice again.
“I don’t know!” Gerard confessed over the phone, defending himself. “We were just having drinks, he started talking about you and Jamia and then he just stormed out of here! I was in the bathroom when this all happened!” He exclaimed, his voice sounding just like a pleading child.
“No he wasn’t!” was heard in the distance and a rustling over the phone and a muffled ‘Shut up Mikey!’ caused Amanda to rub her temples. These boys really have to stop drinking.
“Where are you? How long ago did this happen? Did Frankie go with a body guard? Why are you still there? Come to the hotel and be with your wife you idiot!”
The questions left Amanda’s mouth one after the other as she hopped out of bed and searched for her shoes. If the guys weren’t going to chase after Frankie then she will. She spent 3 whole seconds looking around for her converse before she spotted them near the door. She could Gerard struggling to remember her questions and trying to come up with the answers in his intoxicated state. She sighed as she repeated the first question again. She grabbed her hotel key card when Gerard answered.
“Ohh! We’re in Joe’s Pub on 91st and 6th avenue.”
She stuffed the key card in her jeans before she jogged out the door. 91st street wasn’t that far from the hotel they were staying in; Just about 10 or 15 blocks away. Amanda can easily walk that. She took the stairs down to the lobby as she repeated her last two questions.
“It happened about 15 minutes ago and Frank left alone.” Amanda groaned at the news and quickly walked out into the thundering storm she had completely forgotten about.
“Go back to the hotel Gerard.” She told before she closed her phone, ending the call.
Cold rain pelted Amanda as she ran through the New York City streets, the wind pushing against her, not letting her move forward. Amanda ran two blocks before her jeans and black zombie shirt clung to her skin, heavy with rain water. Her brown hair was soaked in its bun as some strands stuck to her face. Her caramel skin was covered in goose bumps due to the freezing rain and wind. Her cheeks were numb from the temperature, the drops of rain stinging her as she marched on through the storm. A flash of lighting lit up the streets, the white light showcasing not one car on the road. She wiped her face, wiping away the rain water that was trailing into her eyes, deterring her vision.
She does not know what street she was on but she knows she has been walking for a while. She doesn’t know what she was looking for. Maybe Frank was just stumbling around New York City drunk and she had no way of finding him but Amanda has to try. She trudged along the street, her jeans weighing her down and her hair coming undone, as she searched up and down the street for a five foot four man.
Amanda wrapped her wet arms around herself to produce some warmth that she desperately needed. She walked past a bus stop and quickly entered the small canopied bench for a quick rest. She breathed in and out as she shivered violently. It was then when she noticed she wasn’t alone. A man sat on the bench, a hoodie covering most of his face, his knees brought up to his chest while he rested his arms on them. Amanda was just about to apologize for intruding on his personal space when she noticed his tattooed fingers. There were letters on his knuckles, one set of letters reading from right to left while the other set of letters were turned on its side. Amanda knew those fingers anywhere. She inched toward him as another streak of lighting lit up the sky.
“Frank?” She called, moving her head so she can look at the man’s face. The man looked up at the sound of his name. His face looked sunken in, his hazel eyes rimmed with red and lined with tears or rain water, Amanda couldn’t tell.
“Oh look who it is: my concert hating girlfriend, Amanda. Did you come here to tell me more about how much you hate my job?” Frank slurred as he franticly waved his arms around.
Amanda raised an eyebrow at him, confused by the words he said. She doesn’t hat his job. She loves the fact that he’s living his dream. Frank really needs to stop drinking after shows. “Frank, what are you talking about?” She questioned as she lifted her hand to touch Frank’s. Before Amanda could make any contact, Frank jerked his hand away, turning his whole body so now he was facing the empty street.
“You don’t love me!” He barked.
Frank stood up and stormed into the rain, leaving Amanda behind on the bench. Her heart was racing as she watched Frank walk away from her. She didn’t think twice about running after him. Her converse and socks were soaked with rain water as her feet pounded against the concrete. The rain pricked at her already sensitive skin but she didn’t notice. Amanda only needed to get Frank sober and to the hotel. She ran up to her boyfriend, placing a hand on his shoulder, spinning him around to face her.
“Frank! Listen to me!” She begged as Frank squirmed underneath her hold. She wasn’t strong but Frank was so wasted, he didn’t have the strength or coordination to pull away from her. He stopped wriggling after a few tries and just stared at Amanda, a scowl permanent on his face.
“I. Love. You. Don’t you ever fucking question it.” She growled, her breath a white cloud lingering between them. She squeezed his shoulders, the water soaked into his hoodie seeping out. His hood blocked his eyes from Amanda’s view and Amanda ran her hand to pull down his hood.
“Look at me.” She whispered as Frank adverted his eyes. She felt his shivers as the cold drops of rain pounded against her scalp. He had turned his head away but Amanda can hear the slow way he was breathing, the method he uses to stop himself from crying.
“I don not hate your job,” She told, grabbing his chin to turn his head in her direction. “I love your job!”
“Bullshit Amanda! “ Frank yelled, ripping his shoulder away from her grasp. He stumbled back once he was free, losing a bit of his balance. He watched Amanda as she her eyes started to brim with tears.
“I love your job!” She screamed again. “But it’s yours. I don’t have to be at every single show!” Amanda was furious now; she didn’t even feel the stings of the raindrops on her skin anymore. She and Frank talked about this most of the time; their only problem in their otherwise happy relationship. She knew that the issue meant a lot to him but this much.
“Jamia used to go to every single fucking show to support me! You don’t support me!” A lighting streak lit up the sky as Frank’s voice bounced off of the empty streets.
Hearing Jamia’s name coming out of Frankie’s mouth made Amanda’s heart stop. She felt a warm trail of tears flow down her cheeks. She wiped them away quickly, pretending it was just the rain. She was still shocked into silence when the thunder shook her ear drums. Frank started once again when Amanda didn’t speak.
“She loved what I did. She understood me!”
“I do understand you!” She argued, the tears flowing freely and mixing in with the rainwater on her skin. “You can’t use Jamia as an excuse!”
“Why not? She was amazing. She was perfect. I should have never let her go.”
Amanda just stood there as his words sank into her head. The rain pattering against the concrete was the only sound she heard as her vision blurred. She let out a shaky breath before she bit her lip. Amanda let out a small sob before Frank spoke.
“Amanda, wait.” He moved a step forward as she stepped back. “I didn’t mean it.” His hand reached out for her arm but Amanda moved away.
“You meant it.” Amanda said monotonously. Every second she inched away, creating distance between her and the man in front of her. “You meant every fucking word.” There was two feet in between them before Frank had noticed.
“No, I didn’t.” Frank pleaded, his voice breaking and regret seeping out of his words. He inched forward before Amanda held out a hand to stop him.
“You still have feeling for her, I know. I’m not stupid. You know damn well that I’m not stupid and you also know that Jamia is Jamia and I’m Amanda. Don’t you ever compare me to her again!” Amanda was fuming now, It doesn’t matter if Frank was sober or not. Amanda won’t tolerate anyone who’s disrespectful.
“I didn’t mean it!” He pleaded once more, taking a small step towards her.
“I don’t fucking care!” She snapped.
Her worried state had washed away with the rain spilling into the sewer and her anger took its place. Somehow, the rain had picked up, now much stronger than it was before. She watched Frank wrap his arms around himself as he shivered against the sudden gust of wind that enveloped around them. The rain water trailed down his now red skin and dripped off of the chiseled point of his arm. His eyes were wide as he watched Amanda’s every move. She took a deep breath, a trail of whit fog dancing around her lips as she exhaled.
“I’m going back to the hotel.” She murmured, turning on her heels. Each step she took was hurried and her pace quickened once Frank called after her.
“Amanda, please!”
She started to run. The streets blurred as she whizzed past the stores and empty roads. The wind muffled her ears as she moved; blocking Frank’s pounding footsteps that ran after her. She was startled by the sudden grasp of her arms and was scared to see Frank when she was turned around. She struggled against his grasp, thrashing and clawing her way out of his hold but he held on with a tight grip.
“Amanda, please listen to me!” Frank pleaded quietly and Amanda stopped thrashing in his arms.
“You said what you had to.” She said as the rain was now getting into her eyes. She blinked away the rain water as she focused on the man before her.
“No. I didn’t. Just. Please listen.”
Amanda had never heard Frank so broken before. There was the one time her sulked around the house, feeling depressed after My Chem announced their break but that didn’t even come close to this moment. Amanda sighed and resisted the urge to cuddle up against him to recreate heat.
“I’m listening.” She granted.
“I know I crossed a line, I know, but all that I said was true.”
Amanda stared at Frank in disbelief. She thought he was going to try to defend himself but as far as she knew, he was digging himself a deeper grave. “That’s your defense?” Amanda questioned, pulling away from him.
“Let me finish.” He snapped and Amanda stayed silent, glaring at Frank and his short temper. “Everything about Jamia was true, she was perfect,” Amanda fidgeted in his arms, hating the lecture she was being giving. “But that was in the past.”
Amanda stopped squirming underneath his hold after she heard him. Frank held her gaze as another gust of wind surrounded them.
“She was perfect for me in the past but now I’ve changed and you’re everything I’ve always wanted and needed. I just wanted you to love every single thins about me like I love everything about you.”
Amanda’s heart seemed to freeze and thankfully it wasn’t from the cold weather they were standing in. She studied Frank’s face, his hazel eyes seeming sincere as rain droplets stung his skin. They were sill rimmed with red and her heart sank. He’s still drunk. She doesn’t want to believe him while he wasn’t in his right mind. Amanda ran a hand though his wet hair; slicking back the black locks before tip-toeing to kiss him on the cheek. Frank’s grip started to loosen at the action, a small smile turning the corners of his lips.
“I love every single thing about you Frankie,” Amanda told. She slid his hands down her arms, the water a helpful factor, and held them in her own. “I just can’t deal with Fans since it brings back so many memories.”
She stared at the ground as she spoke and looked up to see Frank nodding. Amanda gave him a small smile before he brought her into his arms, a wet hug that brought just a bit of warmth but she loved it nonetheless. Frank pulled away first, staring down at Amanda before lifting her chin up and nearing her lips. Amanda turned her head away from him so that his lips caught her cheek instead. She wasn’t ready to forgive him just yet.
“We should get out of this rain.” She murmured, turning around and leading Frank to the hotel.
The trip to the hotel was a silent one. Amanda smiled at the hotel attendants, once they arrived, who started as the wet room guests entered the lobby. As they entered the elevator and traveled to the tenth floor, Frank laid his head on Amanda’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist. He cuddled up to her, nuzzling her neck as he spoke.
“You’re too good to me.” He muttered and Amanda couldn’t help but smile.
She rubbed her hand through his hair until they reached the floor. Frank stumbled out of the elevator, down the hallway and into the room, leaving little puddles of water with each step he took. He sat on the floor when Amanda walked in, his head buried into his hands. Amanda watched him for a while before going into the bathroom and bringing him towels.
“We should get out of these clothes.” She suggested quietly. She bent down to help Frank out of his hoodie, pulling the cold zipper down and sliding the garment down his arms before frank stopped her. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her into a hug.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I’m so sorry. Never leave me.”
Amanda pulled away from Frank at his words. She saw the tears that fell from his eyes and felt her heart wrench. She smiled at him and kissed his forehead hoping that he’ll be satisfied with that as an answer. She continued to take off his jacket. She pulled him up off the floor and started to peel his blue shirt off of his body.
“Come on, we’ve been in this rain for so long. We need to warm up.” A sly smile lit up Amanda’s face before trailing to bed and removing her shirt. “Coming to bed?”
Frank’s soaked pants came off in a blur and he raced past Amanda before he flopped on the bed, pulling the sheets over his waist. “I need my girlfriend beside me as I sober up.” He patted the space next to him and Amanda shed her jeans before she climbed into bed. She rested her head against Frank’s cold chest.
“I really, really, love you.” Frank muttered into her hair after a moment of silence. “Please, please forgive me.”
Amanda poked at his tattooed body as his chest rose and fell from his breathing. “With time.” She answered.
A few seconds of silences passed by before Amanda looked up. Frank was sleeping, snoring lightly, his arms tight around her. She smiled at the sight. She really can’t stay mad at him. She reached up and flicked a lock of his wet hair away from his face. “I’ll always forgive you.”
She sighed before answering. “Hello?”
Her voice sounded small and irritated in her own ears. The sound of thunder ripped the air soon after the word left her tongue and clutched at her heart as the sudden volume scared her. She cursed under her breath as the other person on the line started to speak.
“Shh! She picked up! Oh my gawd Ray shut up. I’m going to tell her.”
Amanda rolled her eyes at Gerard’s slurred speech and immediately knew they were at a bar; the guys ritual after each show. She really needs to talk to Gerard about his limits.
“Hey Am-manda.” He hiccupped, finally greeting her. Amanda sighed deeply, rolling her head to the side, her cheek resting against the cool crisp white bed sheets. She caught a glimpse of the time from the alarm clock, 2:23 am, before answering.
“What is it Gerard?”
There was a silence at his end of the line; only distant chatter from the bar was audible. “Gerard?” Amanda tried again, checking the phone to see if the call had dropped but he was still on the line. The wind howled outside as it rattled the hotel windows. The rain was pounding against the glass pane, the droplets sounding like pebbles. “Gee, where’s Frank?” She asked after a moment of silence.
“Umm… That’s what I called you for. I, um, we don’t know where Frank is.”
Amanda sat up from the bed, sitting there as she just stared out of the window, mouth open in shock.
“W-w-what do you mean you don’t know where Frank is? How can you lose a grown man>” She demanded once she found her voice again.
“I don’t know!” Gerard confessed over the phone, defending himself. “We were just having drinks, he started talking about you and Jamia and then he just stormed out of here! I was in the bathroom when this all happened!” He exclaimed, his voice sounding just like a pleading child.
“No he wasn’t!” was heard in the distance and a rustling over the phone and a muffled ‘Shut up Mikey!’ caused Amanda to rub her temples. These boys really have to stop drinking.
“Where are you? How long ago did this happen? Did Frankie go with a body guard? Why are you still there? Come to the hotel and be with your wife you idiot!”
The questions left Amanda’s mouth one after the other as she hopped out of bed and searched for her shoes. If the guys weren’t going to chase after Frankie then she will. She spent 3 whole seconds looking around for her converse before she spotted them near the door. She could Gerard struggling to remember her questions and trying to come up with the answers in his intoxicated state. She sighed as she repeated the first question again. She grabbed her hotel key card when Gerard answered.
“Ohh! We’re in Joe’s Pub on 91st and 6th avenue.”
She stuffed the key card in her jeans before she jogged out the door. 91st street wasn’t that far from the hotel they were staying in; Just about 10 or 15 blocks away. Amanda can easily walk that. She took the stairs down to the lobby as she repeated her last two questions.
“It happened about 15 minutes ago and Frank left alone.” Amanda groaned at the news and quickly walked out into the thundering storm she had completely forgotten about.
“Go back to the hotel Gerard.” She told before she closed her phone, ending the call.
Cold rain pelted Amanda as she ran through the New York City streets, the wind pushing against her, not letting her move forward. Amanda ran two blocks before her jeans and black zombie shirt clung to her skin, heavy with rain water. Her brown hair was soaked in its bun as some strands stuck to her face. Her caramel skin was covered in goose bumps due to the freezing rain and wind. Her cheeks were numb from the temperature, the drops of rain stinging her as she marched on through the storm. A flash of lighting lit up the streets, the white light showcasing not one car on the road. She wiped her face, wiping away the rain water that was trailing into her eyes, deterring her vision.
She does not know what street she was on but she knows she has been walking for a while. She doesn’t know what she was looking for. Maybe Frank was just stumbling around New York City drunk and she had no way of finding him but Amanda has to try. She trudged along the street, her jeans weighing her down and her hair coming undone, as she searched up and down the street for a five foot four man.
Amanda wrapped her wet arms around herself to produce some warmth that she desperately needed. She walked past a bus stop and quickly entered the small canopied bench for a quick rest. She breathed in and out as she shivered violently. It was then when she noticed she wasn’t alone. A man sat on the bench, a hoodie covering most of his face, his knees brought up to his chest while he rested his arms on them. Amanda was just about to apologize for intruding on his personal space when she noticed his tattooed fingers. There were letters on his knuckles, one set of letters reading from right to left while the other set of letters were turned on its side. Amanda knew those fingers anywhere. She inched toward him as another streak of lighting lit up the sky.
“Frank?” She called, moving her head so she can look at the man’s face. The man looked up at the sound of his name. His face looked sunken in, his hazel eyes rimmed with red and lined with tears or rain water, Amanda couldn’t tell.
“Oh look who it is: my concert hating girlfriend, Amanda. Did you come here to tell me more about how much you hate my job?” Frank slurred as he franticly waved his arms around.
Amanda raised an eyebrow at him, confused by the words he said. She doesn’t hat his job. She loves the fact that he’s living his dream. Frank really needs to stop drinking after shows. “Frank, what are you talking about?” She questioned as she lifted her hand to touch Frank’s. Before Amanda could make any contact, Frank jerked his hand away, turning his whole body so now he was facing the empty street.
“You don’t love me!” He barked.
Frank stood up and stormed into the rain, leaving Amanda behind on the bench. Her heart was racing as she watched Frank walk away from her. She didn’t think twice about running after him. Her converse and socks were soaked with rain water as her feet pounded against the concrete. The rain pricked at her already sensitive skin but she didn’t notice. Amanda only needed to get Frank sober and to the hotel. She ran up to her boyfriend, placing a hand on his shoulder, spinning him around to face her.
“Frank! Listen to me!” She begged as Frank squirmed underneath her hold. She wasn’t strong but Frank was so wasted, he didn’t have the strength or coordination to pull away from her. He stopped wriggling after a few tries and just stared at Amanda, a scowl permanent on his face.
“I. Love. You. Don’t you ever fucking question it.” She growled, her breath a white cloud lingering between them. She squeezed his shoulders, the water soaked into his hoodie seeping out. His hood blocked his eyes from Amanda’s view and Amanda ran her hand to pull down his hood.
“Look at me.” She whispered as Frank adverted his eyes. She felt his shivers as the cold drops of rain pounded against her scalp. He had turned his head away but Amanda can hear the slow way he was breathing, the method he uses to stop himself from crying.
“I don not hate your job,” She told, grabbing his chin to turn his head in her direction. “I love your job!”
“Bullshit Amanda! “ Frank yelled, ripping his shoulder away from her grasp. He stumbled back once he was free, losing a bit of his balance. He watched Amanda as she her eyes started to brim with tears.
“I love your job!” She screamed again. “But it’s yours. I don’t have to be at every single show!” Amanda was furious now; she didn’t even feel the stings of the raindrops on her skin anymore. She and Frank talked about this most of the time; their only problem in their otherwise happy relationship. She knew that the issue meant a lot to him but this much.
“Jamia used to go to every single fucking show to support me! You don’t support me!” A lighting streak lit up the sky as Frank’s voice bounced off of the empty streets.
Hearing Jamia’s name coming out of Frankie’s mouth made Amanda’s heart stop. She felt a warm trail of tears flow down her cheeks. She wiped them away quickly, pretending it was just the rain. She was still shocked into silence when the thunder shook her ear drums. Frank started once again when Amanda didn’t speak.
“She loved what I did. She understood me!”
“I do understand you!” She argued, the tears flowing freely and mixing in with the rainwater on her skin. “You can’t use Jamia as an excuse!”
“Why not? She was amazing. She was perfect. I should have never let her go.”
Amanda just stood there as his words sank into her head. The rain pattering against the concrete was the only sound she heard as her vision blurred. She let out a shaky breath before she bit her lip. Amanda let out a small sob before Frank spoke.
“Amanda, wait.” He moved a step forward as she stepped back. “I didn’t mean it.” His hand reached out for her arm but Amanda moved away.
“You meant it.” Amanda said monotonously. Every second she inched away, creating distance between her and the man in front of her. “You meant every fucking word.” There was two feet in between them before Frank had noticed.
“No, I didn’t.” Frank pleaded, his voice breaking and regret seeping out of his words. He inched forward before Amanda held out a hand to stop him.
“You still have feeling for her, I know. I’m not stupid. You know damn well that I’m not stupid and you also know that Jamia is Jamia and I’m Amanda. Don’t you ever compare me to her again!” Amanda was fuming now, It doesn’t matter if Frank was sober or not. Amanda won’t tolerate anyone who’s disrespectful.
“I didn’t mean it!” He pleaded once more, taking a small step towards her.
“I don’t fucking care!” She snapped.
Her worried state had washed away with the rain spilling into the sewer and her anger took its place. Somehow, the rain had picked up, now much stronger than it was before. She watched Frank wrap his arms around himself as he shivered against the sudden gust of wind that enveloped around them. The rain water trailed down his now red skin and dripped off of the chiseled point of his arm. His eyes were wide as he watched Amanda’s every move. She took a deep breath, a trail of whit fog dancing around her lips as she exhaled.
“I’m going back to the hotel.” She murmured, turning on her heels. Each step she took was hurried and her pace quickened once Frank called after her.
“Amanda, please!”
She started to run. The streets blurred as she whizzed past the stores and empty roads. The wind muffled her ears as she moved; blocking Frank’s pounding footsteps that ran after her. She was startled by the sudden grasp of her arms and was scared to see Frank when she was turned around. She struggled against his grasp, thrashing and clawing her way out of his hold but he held on with a tight grip.
“Amanda, please listen to me!” Frank pleaded quietly and Amanda stopped thrashing in his arms.
“You said what you had to.” She said as the rain was now getting into her eyes. She blinked away the rain water as she focused on the man before her.
“No. I didn’t. Just. Please listen.”
Amanda had never heard Frank so broken before. There was the one time her sulked around the house, feeling depressed after My Chem announced their break but that didn’t even come close to this moment. Amanda sighed and resisted the urge to cuddle up against him to recreate heat.
“I’m listening.” She granted.
“I know I crossed a line, I know, but all that I said was true.”
Amanda stared at Frank in disbelief. She thought he was going to try to defend himself but as far as she knew, he was digging himself a deeper grave. “That’s your defense?” Amanda questioned, pulling away from him.
“Let me finish.” He snapped and Amanda stayed silent, glaring at Frank and his short temper. “Everything about Jamia was true, she was perfect,” Amanda fidgeted in his arms, hating the lecture she was being giving. “But that was in the past.”
Amanda stopped squirming underneath his hold after she heard him. Frank held her gaze as another gust of wind surrounded them.
“She was perfect for me in the past but now I’ve changed and you’re everything I’ve always wanted and needed. I just wanted you to love every single thins about me like I love everything about you.”
Amanda’s heart seemed to freeze and thankfully it wasn’t from the cold weather they were standing in. She studied Frank’s face, his hazel eyes seeming sincere as rain droplets stung his skin. They were sill rimmed with red and her heart sank. He’s still drunk. She doesn’t want to believe him while he wasn’t in his right mind. Amanda ran a hand though his wet hair; slicking back the black locks before tip-toeing to kiss him on the cheek. Frank’s grip started to loosen at the action, a small smile turning the corners of his lips.
“I love every single thing about you Frankie,” Amanda told. She slid his hands down her arms, the water a helpful factor, and held them in her own. “I just can’t deal with Fans since it brings back so many memories.”
She stared at the ground as she spoke and looked up to see Frank nodding. Amanda gave him a small smile before he brought her into his arms, a wet hug that brought just a bit of warmth but she loved it nonetheless. Frank pulled away first, staring down at Amanda before lifting her chin up and nearing her lips. Amanda turned her head away from him so that his lips caught her cheek instead. She wasn’t ready to forgive him just yet.
“We should get out of this rain.” She murmured, turning around and leading Frank to the hotel.
The trip to the hotel was a silent one. Amanda smiled at the hotel attendants, once they arrived, who started as the wet room guests entered the lobby. As they entered the elevator and traveled to the tenth floor, Frank laid his head on Amanda’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist. He cuddled up to her, nuzzling her neck as he spoke.
“You’re too good to me.” He muttered and Amanda couldn’t help but smile.
She rubbed her hand through his hair until they reached the floor. Frank stumbled out of the elevator, down the hallway and into the room, leaving little puddles of water with each step he took. He sat on the floor when Amanda walked in, his head buried into his hands. Amanda watched him for a while before going into the bathroom and bringing him towels.
“We should get out of these clothes.” She suggested quietly. She bent down to help Frank out of his hoodie, pulling the cold zipper down and sliding the garment down his arms before frank stopped her. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her into a hug.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I’m so sorry. Never leave me.”
Amanda pulled away from Frank at his words. She saw the tears that fell from his eyes and felt her heart wrench. She smiled at him and kissed his forehead hoping that he’ll be satisfied with that as an answer. She continued to take off his jacket. She pulled him up off the floor and started to peel his blue shirt off of his body.
“Come on, we’ve been in this rain for so long. We need to warm up.” A sly smile lit up Amanda’s face before trailing to bed and removing her shirt. “Coming to bed?”
Frank’s soaked pants came off in a blur and he raced past Amanda before he flopped on the bed, pulling the sheets over his waist. “I need my girlfriend beside me as I sober up.” He patted the space next to him and Amanda shed her jeans before she climbed into bed. She rested her head against Frank’s cold chest.
“I really, really, love you.” Frank muttered into her hair after a moment of silence. “Please, please forgive me.”
Amanda poked at his tattooed body as his chest rose and fell from his breathing. “With time.” She answered.
A few seconds of silences passed by before Amanda looked up. Frank was sleeping, snoring lightly, his arms tight around her. She smiled at the sight. She really can’t stay mad at him. She reached up and flicked a lock of his wet hair away from his face. “I’ll always forgive you.”