No one’s POV
He watched Frankie walk away with Justin, realization now dawning on him as he ran the name through his head. He pressed the button to call for the elevator and waited impatiently. Once he was on the fifth floor where their rooms where he walked down to Gerard and Mikey’s room. They were sharing the one room, while Bob, Ray and Frank were sharing another. He knocked and waited for one of them to open the door. Eventually, Gerard opened it, looking bleary eyed and dazed.
“What the hell dude? It’s like… What? Eight, Eight thirty?” he grumbled.
“Try eleven. Anyway I need to talk to you.”
Gerard groaned but walked back into the room, leaving the door open for Frank to follow.
“Frankie Armstrong.” Frank said. Gerard looked at him in confusion and shrugged.
“Who?”
“You know that really familiar girl we met at the party last night, Frankie?” Gerard nodded slowly, how was he still not getting where he was going with this? “Her name is Frankie Armstrong. Does that ring any bells?” Gerard shook his head. “Remember when we opened for Green Day back when we were first starting out in 2001 and 2002? Billie Joe’s daughter tagged along for a couple of weeks during her summer vacation?”
Gerard’s memory now seemed to be triggered.
“Holy shit, that’s her?” Frank nodded. “Cool.” He seemed to just shrug it off now as he went into the bathroom.
“Gerard. Don’t you think we should call Billie Joe?”
“Why?”
“Cause I know something’s not right. She clearly didn’t want to be recognized, or she would have just told us who she was.”
“Well maybe if she didn’t want to be recognized by us we should pretend we didn’t.” Gerard shrugged. “It’s not exactly any of our business is it?”
Frank sighed, knowing he had a point, but still not feeling entirely sure about just forgetting about it. He decided to leave Gerard to get ready, as he clearly wasn’t going to be any help in this.
When he got back to his room he flicked through the contacts list on his cell and found Billie Joe’s number, praying it hadn’t changed.
“Hello?” a groggy voice answered. He had completely forgot about the time difference.
“Billie Joe?” He made sure he had the right person.
“Yeah… Who is this?”
“Its Frank. Frank Iero…”
“Oh… Hey Frank. What’s up?”
“Listen dude, I’m really sorry about the time. I completely forgot about the time difference. But err… Have you… This is going to sound kind of weird. But have you been having problems with your daughter at all?”
“What with Frankie? Yeah. She’s… She gone off… How do you…?” Billie Joe sat up slightly in bed
“I’ve just seen her.”
“You what? You’re kidding me?!”
“No I swear to god it was her.”
“Where are you?”
“London.”
“London?! Why the fuck is she there?! And how the hell did you see her?!”
“We flew over for the Kerrang awards. And she showed up at the after party with two other guys.” Frank explained. “We were just talking and she seemed really edgy when I asked if we’d met. Then I ran into her in the hotel this morning. It was only when her friendsaid her full name that I realized who she was.”
