Frank Iero Love Story...6

NORMAL POINT OF VIEW:
After about a half hour I got out of the shower and dressed. I wore a blue tank top and dark purple skinny jeans and a black studded belt and my black converse. Once I was dressed I put on some eyeliner and brushed my hair.
Eventually I decided I should walk down to the tour buses where I know everyone will be waiting for me, including Frank.
Wait what! I haven't thought about Frank for nearly four years- I thought I lost those feelings… I WON'T let them return, EVER! I promised myself as I walked out of my hotel room, with my suitcase and bass-case in my hands. I take my bass with me everywhere; I like to practice as often as I can.
Once I reached the buses I saw that the only people there where Gerard and Frank.
"Oh great… the two people who I want to see most right now." I grumbled as I walked right past them and onto the bus me, Pearl and the guys had bought, just for tours.
When I got on the bus, I was surprised to see Bob, sitting on the kitchen counter, obviously waiting for someone.
Three guesses who. I thought sarcastically as I walked passed Bob and into the bunks to put my bag on the only bunk left. Once that was done I turned around and headed back to the kitchen, to find Bob still sitting on the counter waiting.
"Um… Hey, Bobby… what's up?" I asked. Okay I was nervous, like the rest of My Chemical Romance, Bob had been ignored by me from the day I left the house we all shared, and so I didn't know what to say to him.
"Helena… we have to talk." the once easy going, funny Bob had left from the moment my name left his lips. I knew he meant business. "You hurt a lot of people when you left us all, ESPECIALLY Gerard and Frank… they both cared about you more than anything. I know how bad you hurt Frank. And yourself." he whispered the last part, looking down at the ground.
"Wh-what?" I asked, the only person who knew about my feelings for Frank, other than my-self, was Mikey.
"I know you loved Frank. We all did. It was a plain as day… and now he thinks you hate him… Helena, promise me, that you'll talk to him. He was so depressed when you left us… and when he found out that we were touring with you… well let's just say no-one got any sleep or heard the end of how great this tour was going to be. YOU HAVE TO TALK TO HIM."
This wasn't the Bob I knew… the Bob I had grown up with was funny, kind, caring and always looking for a way to make people laugh. Now he was stern, strict and almost demanding.
"I can't, Bob. I got rid of those feelings years ago. I can't… Frank and I are going to be nothing more than best-friends… now if you'll excuse me, I have to go get my band members so that we can all hit the road… I suggest you do the same." with that, I walked-wait that's totally untrue- I ran out of the bus and to the hotel, grabbed my band members and headed back to the bus, literally dragging them behind me.
Once again on the bus, I ran to the bunks, jumped onto mine- which was hard considering it was up the top- and cried myself to sleep, with one last thought in my head before I drifted into a restless sleep.
I CAN'T allow myself to have those feelings for Frank… they WONT come back. I WONT LET THEM!