It's Never Gonna Be Too Late.
He's One Hell Of A Train Wreck.
Alex's POV.
I stared at Bob as he drove.
"Bob, do you think everything's going to be okay?" I asked.
He kept his eyes on the road.
"I hope so. Frank's a good kid. He won't let anything happen to Ashe. I completely trust him."
I thought, then spoke.
"What if Gerard finds them and, you know, suspects something is up since they're living together for a bit?"
"I have no idea. I'm just praying that Gee doesn't get carried away and do something stupid. I can't even start to think how he's going to act once the tours kick up again."
"Yeah," I said.
I didn't want to think of all the things Gerard could be doing right now, I just couldn't bear it.
Bob got a parking space right infront of our apartment and we went inside.
I dropped my purse on the couch and took off my light hoodie.
Bob dropped the keys on the kitchen counter.
"So, what should we do?" he asked as he put an arm around my waist.
"Movie?" I offered.
"Sounds good," he said, walking towards the T.V.
He picked out Edward Scissorhands; he knew I loved it.
We layed on the couch as the movie started.
I rested my head on Bob's chest as he rubbed my arm.
There was a sudden pounding on the door once the movie was half over.
Bob, startled, got up off the couch and went to see who was at the door.
I closely followed behind.
He opened the door confidently.
Gerard stood on our doorstep.
He looked like he had been crying.
"Where is she?" he demanded.
"I don't know," I said.
He walked inside.
"Don't give me that. You do know. Now tell me!" he yelled and began to point a finger.
"I just can't," I said in Ashe's defense.
Gerard started moving closer and backed me into a wall.
"Just tell me. I know you know everything. Spill."
"Gerard, I already told you I can't tell you!"
"Yes, you can. Please, Alex, just tell me where she is."
"Gerard," Bob stepped in, "she already told you she can't tell you. No one can."
Gerard stepped back.
He looked back and forth between the two of us.
Without saying goodbye, he left.
I watched him sit in the front seat of his car.
He cupped his head in his hands and rested them on his steering wheel.
He stayed like that for at least fifteen minutes, then drove away.
"Bob, I think he's really upset. What if there's something wrong with him?" I asked.
"Don't get involved," he responded.
I stared at Bob as he drove.
"Bob, do you think everything's going to be okay?" I asked.
He kept his eyes on the road.
"I hope so. Frank's a good kid. He won't let anything happen to Ashe. I completely trust him."
I thought, then spoke.
"What if Gerard finds them and, you know, suspects something is up since they're living together for a bit?"
"I have no idea. I'm just praying that Gee doesn't get carried away and do something stupid. I can't even start to think how he's going to act once the tours kick up again."
"Yeah," I said.
I didn't want to think of all the things Gerard could be doing right now, I just couldn't bear it.
Bob got a parking space right infront of our apartment and we went inside.
I dropped my purse on the couch and took off my light hoodie.
Bob dropped the keys on the kitchen counter.
"So, what should we do?" he asked as he put an arm around my waist.
"Movie?" I offered.
"Sounds good," he said, walking towards the T.V.
He picked out Edward Scissorhands; he knew I loved it.
We layed on the couch as the movie started.
I rested my head on Bob's chest as he rubbed my arm.
There was a sudden pounding on the door once the movie was half over.
Bob, startled, got up off the couch and went to see who was at the door.
I closely followed behind.
He opened the door confidently.
Gerard stood on our doorstep.
He looked like he had been crying.
"Where is she?" he demanded.
"I don't know," I said.
He walked inside.
"Don't give me that. You do know. Now tell me!" he yelled and began to point a finger.
"I just can't," I said in Ashe's defense.
Gerard started moving closer and backed me into a wall.
"Just tell me. I know you know everything. Spill."
"Gerard, I already told you I can't tell you!"
"Yes, you can. Please, Alex, just tell me where she is."
"Gerard," Bob stepped in, "she already told you she can't tell you. No one can."
Gerard stepped back.
He looked back and forth between the two of us.
Without saying goodbye, he left.
I watched him sit in the front seat of his car.
He cupped his head in his hands and rested them on his steering wheel.
He stayed like that for at least fifteen minutes, then drove away.
"Bob, I think he's really upset. What if there's something wrong with him?" I asked.
"Don't get involved," he responded.