Frankie's POV
I couldn't handle it anymore. Helena was always on my mind. Helena, Helena, Helena. So I called her on Saturday morning.
“Yella?” she asked. My face became a grin.
“Hey Helena, quick question.”
Don’t ruin this for yourself Frankie.
“Sure, Love what the chizz?” She asked. My heart started pounding out of my chest. I finally came up with courage.
“What are you doing tonight? Wanna head to the Shore?” I asked.
The Shore is the guitar club in Uptown, a guitar club is filled with rockers and punks.
“Sure! Pick me up around eight-ish.”
When we entered the club, it was empty and Blink-182 was blaring from the speakers. Willy sykes, the man who owns the club rushed towards us grinning like a mad man.
'Oh the joy! Zinger took all my costumers.” He said.
I personally prefer the Shore. The guitars were light enough for a shortie like me to hold up and strum madly.
Helena picked up an Electric Blue guitar and started picking at the strums awkwardly.
“Here,” I took her pale hand and had her strum a few riffs until she sat down and ordered a coffee.
I grinned at her as she shrugged her sweater off.
“You know, Frank Iero you are rather cute, “ she smiled.
“I am?” I asked perplexed.
“Yes, sometimes I just want to squeeze the life out of you.”
Then she leaned in and pressed her soft lips against mine and kissed me. Best. Day. Ever ♥
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My Name Is Helena
FanfictionMy Chemical Romance Fanfiction --------------------------------------------- Highschool is a crappy place, especially when it comes down to Frankie, Gee, Mikey, Ray, and Bob. When a mysterious new girl named Helena, moves into town, she quickly c...
