Frank Iero Love Story...3

NORMAL POINT OF VIEW:
Once I was off the plane, I put on my sun glasses and my hat and headed for the door where I knew some cabs were waiting for me and the others.
"Why can't he just leave me alone?" I whispered to myself, thinking I was alone.
"He loves you, ya know… he attempted suicide when you walked out on us and the guys, he was so depressed." I heard Mikey's voice say from behind me, as he wrapped his arms around my skinny waist.
"He doesn't love me… he wouldn't have lied to me like he did, if he really loved me… he always taught me siblings don't lie to each other... and he lied." I growled, removing my brother's arms from me and walking to the cab hearing him sigh behind me.
I'm sorry Mikey… I just can't let you in after what Gerard did. I thought as I got into the cab and put my Mp3 player (that Gerard had got me for my birthday a few years back) on and waited for the rest of my band to join me so we could get this tour started.



MIKEY'S POINT OF VIEW:
I walked silently out of the plane, ahead of all the guys.
I have to speak to Blade. She won't enjoy this tour if she is constantly angry at Gerard, and that wasn't what I had in mind when I set our bands up for this tour.
Yes, it was my idea for My Chemical Romance and Flame of Vengeance to go on a year and a half tour, just so Blade and Gee could see each other and hopefully get back the bond they use to have as kids.
I finally found Blade, where I thought she would be, waiting for the cabs to come and get us.
As I slowly walked up to her, I took in her appearance.
She had her shoulder length black hair, with blood red tips straightened and pulled into pig-tails in the middle of her head. At the moment she had on a black mini skirt with red pleats and a blood red shirt and black chucks. She was skinny, too skinny, from what I could see.
God, she looks like Grandma Elena. I thought. I guess she thought I was Gerard, because as I got closer to her I heard her whisper in a broken voice "Why can't he just leave me alone?"
I felt bad for her and wanted to comfort her the most I could. I mean I hadn't seen her since she was thirteen but that didn't change the fact that she was still my baby sister.
I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her tiny waist.
God she's so fucking thin. I thought as I felt her bones under my arms.
"He does love you, you know… he attempted suicide after you walked out on us and the guys he was so depressed." I whispered from behind her, trying to comfort her as best I could, knowing she wouldn't let me hold her as she cried like she did when we were younger.
She suddenly tensed up and I knew I had said something wrong. I expected her to collapse in my arms, but I was wrong again.
"He doesn't love me… he wouldn't have lied to me like he did, if he really loved me… he always taught me siblings don't lie to each other... and he lied." her voice was cold and full of pain as she pulled away from my embrace and walked over to the cab that had just pulled up and got in turning the Mp3 player Gerard got her for her twelfth birthday on and waiting for her band members.
I sighed before I too hopped into the cab and waited for the guys.