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Franky's POV:

"Hey Billvy, you love me right?" i said walking into the living room. i saw Bill sitting on the couch and moving the laptop from his lap to the end of the couch.

"Yeah, course i do" he said. i sat down on his lap, straddling him.

"Well if you love me, come with me to Vegas"

"What? Are you crazy Franky? i can't just leave the band, and you can't leave your friends."

"It'll only be for a couple of nights and i thought you said you loved me?"

"I do love you, but don't you think it's a little random to just pack up and go to vegas? where's this coming from anyway?" he sounded a little exasperated.

"There's nothing coming from anywhere, i just want some alone time with you."

"Bullshit Franky, i've known you for way too long, what's up?"

"I wanna get married."

"But we're already engaged."

"I wanna get married now...in vegas!"

"Well i guess i do too, but-

"Stop making excuses, just marry me in vegas, or our life will tun into a re-enactment of 'vegas', and that is one song i do NOT want dedicated to me!"

"Hey Franky?"

"Yeah?"

"You're rambling" i don't know how he does it, but with just one kiss Billvy makes me lose every train of thought. And i love it.

*Vegas*

"Are you sure you want to do this babe?" Billvy's voice snapped me out of my trance.

"yeah, of course i am" i replied in a shaky voice. "let's go." i said, before i changed my mind, as i dragged Bill by the arm through the casino and into the chapel.

~5 minutes later~

"i do." those two words from Billvy's seemed to echo through my ears for minutes on end. i guess i must've been day dreaming though, because i felt billvy's elbow nudge my side, causing me to look at the Elvis priests' questioning expression.

"I can't do this" i said dropping my cheap bunch of garden picked flowers on the floor and sprinting out of there as fast as my legs could carry me, which mustn't have been very fast, because the next thing i know, i feel my arm being taken in a vise. I turned around to see a heartbroken look on Bill's face.

"What's up Franky? i thought you wanted this."

"I did, i mean i do, but..."

"but what?"

"...maybe i'm doing it for all the wrong reasons."

"Like what? seriously, this is driving me crazy...what's with all the cryptics?" 

"I think i might be pregnant" i whispered.

"So you brought me to vegas for a shotgun wedding. i can't believe this. i thought you just wanted to get married because you loved me." he said with what sounded like frustration.

"I do love you, i just thought that if i told you i was pregnant you would leave me"

"God Franky, you are sooo frustrating. i am so in love with you. i proposed to you god dammit. You know i want kids."

"Yeah, eventually, but Bill we're both just so young."

"Franky how do you think i can trust you, if you can't even ell me when you're carrying my child"

"That's the problem, i don't know if it is your child" i said in a barely audible whisper

"WHAT? are you kidding me Franky?"

"Bill just cal-"

"don't you dare tell me to calm down! i don't think i can do this anymore" i watched as the back of Bill's head retreated into the distance as a tear rolled down my cheek. i walked to the closest payphone, reached into my jeans pocket and pulled out my loose change and put what i had into the slot. I listened to the ominous dial tone on the other end of the phone.

"hello?"

"thank god you answered. I think Bill just broke up with me"

"Franky, where are you?"

"vegas."

"why are you in vegas?"

"i tried to get Bill to marry me"

"But you're already engaged""

"It's a long story, can i come see you? where are you?" i replied in a rushed voice, remembering that i hadn't put many coins into the phone.

"I'm still in Maryland. When do you reckon you can get here?"

"i dunno, it depends when i can get a flight."

"Okay, i'll see you soon, but Franky?

"Yeah?"

"I mis-"

"Please insert more coins" Stupid fucking phones.

*Maryland*

i shivered violently as a breeze came in while i was reaching for the doorbell. As soon as he opened the door i was enveloped in one of the biggest rib-crushing hugs i've ever had. i don't know who reached for who first but the next thing i knew there were lips mashed on lips, teeth crushed on teeth, bodies on bodies and clothes flying in every direction.

{insert scene here} (I don't feel like writing a porno)

As much as i love the sex, the best part is definitely lying in his arms on the makeshift bed on the floor whilst he coos me to sleep and strokes my hair. It was like magic. But underneath my happiness, there was a giant seething pile of guilt. it hasn't even been 24 hours since 'the incident' (as i now refer to it) and i was already in bed with another guy.

"I've missed this Franky" that voice snapping me out of my daze.

"yeah, me too Gabe"

OOH! SCANDAL! confused?

Comment/buzz   repeat to fade...

Appropriate Lyrics:

I would've married you in Vegas
Had you given me the chance to say "I do"
Couldn't make it anymore obvious
Could you be anymore obvious?

Sooo, i just wanted to say sorry that it is mostly dialogue, but that was like the only way i could make it work :(

YOU OWE ME MY CHAPTER FRANKY!!!