"Life with MCR' Part 31!!

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"Life with MCR' Part 31!!

About a month later

I sat down at the laptop in the living room, pulling open my Yahoo account. I opened a new e-mail, and started writing.

‘Dear guys.

I can’t believe it’s been a month since I started school at Hazelwood’s and you guys left for tour. It still feels like yesterday, but it’s not so bad now.

School’s great, so tell Gee not to worry. I’m not failing anything yet, but knock on some wood so I don’t get jinxed. So how are you guys? Last time I got a reply, Dad said you guys were somewhere in Europe and you weren’t getting enough sleep, Gee. I swear, I will come and knock you out with
Frankie’s guitar if I have too!

I haven’t told Nat that my fathers are her role models yet, but I just don’t see how I can.
What do you guys think I should do? Well, I gotta go to school now. I love you. Message you guys later.

~Love Becki.


Don’t let Mikey drink too much coffee. He needs his sleep as much as Gee does.

<3 XoXo’

I stood up and pulled on my jacket, running down the steps outside to where Bob and Frank sat waiting for me in Bob’s Chevy truck. I hopped in the back and we speed off.

“Is Nat meeting us at the door?” I asked Frank, pulling my hair from its ponytail and shaking it out, the ends curled from my shower.

“Yeah.” He blushed a little, grinning. “But she said if we’re late again, we can’t go to DQ after school.”

I laughed, rolling my eyes. We pulled up and after giving Bob a quick hug, we jumped off and rushed up the steps, were Nat was standing at the top, waving.

Today, she was wearing a navy blue muscle shirt and a black skirt with stripped leggings and knee high Converse, her blond hair up in 2 short pigtails, even though her bangs were swept over one eyeliner surrounded eye. I saw Frank suck in a breath, his cheeks a bright pink as his pretty eyes looked over Nat.

“Morning Becki! Morning Frankie!” She gave him a kiss on the cheek and me a hug, like she did every morning. He blushed scarlet, and I held back a laughing fit.

Frank had finally admitted he liked Nat, after many hours and days of me bothering him. It was a
Saturday hanging out at his house when I asked him,

‘What is it you like about her so much, Bryar?’ He’d blushed again, looking out toward the ocean.

‘She just…she just seems so perfect to me. Her hair, her eyes. The way her eyes close when she giggles.’

I’d laughed, but right before I’d left, I found a sheet of unfinished music beside the ruby red guitar Bob let me use at his house. Lyrics and cords.

The first line was, ‘Farie girl with ocean blue eyes, stole my heart at first sight, and holds it in her slender hand, how can I get her to understand?’

I realized he was writing a song for her, and each few weeks I paid attention to how they acted around each other.

Frank was careful to hide his feelings around Nat, but you could see how much he cared for her in the little gestures he did. Holding her books for her when she needed to go to the restroom. Picking up her pen or pencil when she dropped it.

“Beck?” Frank pulled me from my mind with a punch to my shoulder. “Come on. We gotta get to class!”

We rushed upstairs to Math, where our teacher, Mrs. Daughterly, stood at the door, her pale blue eyes narrowing as we rushed past her. I quickly sat down on Nat’s left as the bell rang shrilly.

My eyes flickered to the chair to the far right, where Link sat cross legged on his desk; his head bowed over what I thought was a BATMAN comic. He was wearing a red and black stripped t-shirt and dark grey jeans, his leather jacket swung over his chair. His hands were wrapped, and I swear
I could see blood, but barley.

"Link?" Mrs. Daugtherly said, waddling to her desk. "Could you get your seat please? We need to start class."

"Sure, Mrs."

I stopped and, pretending to look through my bag for a pencil, watched him as he gracefully slipped off the top of the desk into his chair with practiced ease.

He looked up suddenly in my direction, and flashed me a grin, his green eyes teasing. He waved, and it took me a second to wave back, my cheeks burning. He slowly lowered his hand, and with a small smile, turned toward the board.

The next 40 minutes of class were the most boring thing I’d ever had to live through on a daily basis. We all but sprinted out of the class when the shrill bell went off, and I waited outside the door
for Nat and Frank, who’d gotten held back for some reason.

Link had practically disappeared once the bell had rung, and I was trying to ignore the little disappointed feeling tugging at my heart. He’d been doing that a lot lately. Not that I cared if he avoided me or not, but…

I leaned back on the cool stone wall, watching other kids bustle to their next class when I felt like someone was watching me.

I looked up and down the quickly empting halls, and I saw someone WAS watching me, from a door way at the end of the hall.

He was tall, with short sandy hair and even from all the way over here I could see his eyes. Piercing blue eyes. He leaned against the door in old worn jeans and a white t-shirt. And he was staring at me.

I felt a chill go up my spine as Frank and Nat came out of the class room.

“I officially hate this class.” Nat said bitterly, stuffing a huge math book into her bag. Frank rolled his eyes at her lovingly, before he noticed my face.

“Beck? You okay?”

Nat looked up, a little worried crease showing up between her eyes.

“Becki?” I shook my head, giving them a smile.

“It’s nothing. I’m just hungry.”

Frank laughed, his worry disappearing in a grin.

“I know what you mean.” He looks at his phone. “Oh, crap. We’d better get to the auditorium. We’re gonna be late.”

We rushed down the stairs, and out of a set of Oak doors. I looked up and was shocked to see that the sunny Cali sky I’d seen for the past few weeks was gone, replaced by thick storm clouds, grays and blacks.

“Whoa. Where’d the sun go?” I asked, as a strong wind whipped my hair back, making me pull my jacket up. The smell of rain danced in my nose and I inhaled deeply.

“I heard a really big tropical storms coming through.” Frank replied, looking up. “But it wasn’t supposed to hit till this weekend.” The wind blew his hair out of his face, and I realized, from this angle, he looked like a teenage version of Bob. Thick blond hair, roundish face, long feathery eyelashes. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Nat looking at him too.

“Well, we’d better get going before it starts pouring.” She said, looking excited at the thought of rain.
We rushed across the courtyard as large cold rain drops fell down.

I pushed the doors of the auditorium open, rushing in. I felt my feet slip on the smooth floor and I flew forward. And right into someone.

“Whoa!” We hit the floor and I felt someone catch me, holding me against their chest. A chest in a red and black striped shirt.

“You okay, Becki?” Link asked, his eyes flashing in worry. I felt my face go up in flames as I quickly nodded, trying to ignore the strange surge of joy that came as I felt with his arms around me.

Being so close, I felt my senses go from normal to extra sensitive in milliseconds. He smelt like a sunny day after it rained, like earth and trees. He was warm, and I could feel his muscles through the thin cotton shirt he wore. I looked him in his eyes, his strange beautiful eyes, and I felt like I couldn't breathe.

So close...

He smiled, brushing a little bit of hair out of my face before helping me up.

“T…Thanks, Link…”I muttered, trying my best to avoid his eyes. His hand slide down my arm, his fingers grazing mine and sending a violent shiver through me. He bent down and picked up my backpack, handing it to me with a sheepish grin.

“You're welcome...See you later, Becki.” He waved, and without another word, he turned and walked away, his hands in his pockets.
To be continued.