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Disenchanted part 2

“Hello?” Came a sniffled voice through the door.
“Let me in, I have sugar, vampire films, and chocolate,” Gerard stated in reply. The door opened revealing a distressed and teary Frank Ireo. He moved to let Gerard in, who entered with a bag in his arms.
“How’s Reyna?” Asked Frank, his voice broken.
“She’s fine. She’s talking to Chelsa to see why she cheated on you,” Frank let out a sobbing sound and Gerard closed the door, walking through the apartment to a small DVD player as he popped in “An Interview With A Vampire.” He plopped down on the couch and Frank followed him, looking like a lost puppy. “Don’t worry. I’m sure things will work out…”


“WHAT THE HELL?!” Chelsa exploded. “He thinks I cheated on him with Ben? Is he an idiot?”
“You licked his face, he talks to you in French, and he’s too happy to be just your friend,” Reyna reminded her, sitting cross-legged in the center of Chelsa’s bed.
“But… But, Ben’s got coodies!”
“I know,” Reyna said back. “But that party…”
“You kissed that German kid, don’t make me tell Way.” Reyna fell quiet for a moment, knowing Chelsa wouldn’t talk to Gerard without reason.
“Have Ben talk to him,” Reyna said finally and Chelsa shrugged.
“He’s too… band-geek, fan boy-ish for that. He’ll maul him just to know where Mikey Way is…”
“You’re right; phone call it is,” Reyna stated, dialing Chelsa’s cell phone.
“Salut, Chelsa! Ça va?”
“Reyna.”
“Hey, Reyna. What’s up?”
“Call (951) 872-9843 and tell the guy you’re Ben, you didn’t kiss Chelsa at the party last Friday, and you’re not have sex with her.”
“But, I did kiss her there.”
“WHAT?!”
“I kissed Chelsa…”
“When?”
“On Friday at the party…”
“Details, please.”
“Chelsa was on the dance floor with a bunch of drinks, a guy bumped her and she fell hard on her knee. I took her to the bathroom and cleaned up her knee, then kissed it to make it better. Don’t ask ‘cause we were both drunk. There was nothing else.”
“Good. Tell Frank that.”
“Um… Ok.” ~Click~ I called the number and started talking as soon as someone answered. “Hi-I’m-Ben-I-kissed-Chelsa’s-knee-at-the-party-after-she-fell-on-it-and-nothing-else-happened-I-promise-ok?”
“Um… Ok. You guys didn’t sleep together,” asked a weak voice on the other end of the phone.
“No! She’s my friend and we talk about you a lot. I’d never do that to either of you. She calls you her ‘petite amie’ or boyfriend.”
“Good,” the voice sounded stronger. “Now, have Chelsa meet me at the San Francisco Dinner at 7 on Main and Elm.”
“Ok, why?”
“I just want to make sure you’re telling the truth.”
“Um… Ok.” ~Click~ I dialed Chelsa’s number.
“Frank, San Francisco Dinner, at seven on Main and Elm. I’ll see you there.” I hung up the phone before she could reply and turned it off, so s