-I Used To Be Love Drunk, Now I'm Hungover, I'll Love You Forever, Forever Is Over- PRP Between Scoobi and Kindro

Frank slipped from under her, and landed on his hands,and stood up. Frank slide over to his shirt, and pulled it over his head, and grabbed his hoodie, and pulled that over his head and arms as well, and walked into the bathroom, to see if he could see the hicky's on his neck. You could just barly, so then he added his hair, that had been pulled back, by his hair, and you couldn't see them at all.

Eliana followed him into the bathroom. She pulled her hair forward, but you could still plainly see the one at the front of her neck. It was pretty large, as well. She sighed, touched it lightly, then sighed again. She picked up some cover-up, dabbed it on, but it didn't do very well. She sighed. "I guess I'll just have to tell people I got punched in the throat," she joked.

Frank shood his head. He walked back into thier room, and put the back of his hand to the window. He breathed in, and walked back into the bathroom. He looked around in thier closet, and found Gerard's scarf, he had borrowed. It was black and white stripes, almost like a zebra, but not quiet.

Eliana looked at the scarf, then raised an eyebrow. "You want me to wear that?" she joked, before grabbing it and wrapping it around her neck. She looked in the mirror. Surprisingly, it had kinda improved her laid-back, I-Don't-Give-A-Fuck look. She grinned. "I'm soooo not giving this back to Gee," she told him, fixing it a little, before letting it flop back down.

Frank laughed, and smiled. He sighed, and walked into the living room, and sat on the couch.

"DADDY! Cherry won't le-OW! CHERRY! LET GO OF MY HAIR!" Lily screamed, from their room. Eliana frowned, hearing her daughters fighting, and she went into their room, hands on her hips. "Cherry! Let go of your sister, right NOW, missie!"

"Cherry!" Frank yelled walking into thier room, anger on his face. He stared down at Cherry.

"D-Daddy, I..." Cherry dropped her sister's long locks. Lily ran into her mommy's open arms, which scooped her up. "YOU'RE A MEANIE-BUTT!" She pointed a finger at him, before running into her bed and hiding under the covers.

Frank walked out of the room, angry, which was never good.

"Frank." Eliana trailed behind him. She caught up with him quickly. She turned him around, so that he faced her. "Frank. You're acting like a child." She frowned slightly.

Frank shrugged her hand off, and turned around, walking outside, and sat, leaning against the gagrage door.

"Oh, my fucking gosh. Frank!" Eliana ran after him, slamming the door behind her. She slumped against the garage door next to him. "Frank, she's two. She didn't mean it." She sighed. "And, if anything, you're not a meanie-butt. You're a sexy butt."

Frank shrugged away from her. "She keeps calling me that, and I just....I don't care if she's 17, she still shouldn't call me that,she keeps calling me that, and I only tell her to stop, and I get mad at her because she fucking pulling her sisters hair, and she knows, that every time she does it, I'm going to get mad at her." Frank said punching the garage door.

Eliana's stomach jumped to her throat when he punched the garage door. She had not expected that. "Well...Well...Maybe you should give them up for adoption, then!" As soon as that came out of her mouth, she regretted it. She frowned, turned away, tears running down her cheeks, and ran into the house. She ran straight to their room, slammed the door, and sat against it, sobbing into her hands.

Frank slammed his head against the garage door.

Soon Paporazzi came, surrounding the house,all camera's on Frank. He looked up, and his tear staned eyes, went wide, snapping into reality. He stood up, and wiped his eyes on his hoodie, and looked around him, not sure why all these people were surrounding there house. The al started asking questions like "Are you and Eliana, getting a divorce, and Is your marriage going down the toilet, and other shit like that. Frank quickly, made it to the front door, and slammed it behind him. Scared out of his mind, he ran into the girl's room, and grabbed them both, jumping into the closet, telling them to shush, and not say a word.

Eliana heard Frank come back in. She slowly made her way out of the door, but she didn't see him. She wandered into the living room. It was dark...but it was eleven in the morning. She looked at the windows, and was suddenly blinded by lights. Paparazzi's. She gasped. She ran to the door, to really survey the damage. They were surrounded. She stepped out. "HEY! Guys, really? FUCK OFF!" She was swarmed with questions, though. "Are you and Frank getting a divorce?" "Does Frank really beat the girls?" "Do you do it everynight?" Eliana frowned. "No, no, and...YES." She slammed the door, and ran around, shutting all the blinds. "Frank? Frankie, where are you?"

Frank opened the girl's closet door, and wispered, "In here." Frank said quickly shutting the door again, clutching the girls, in his arms.

Eliana heard his smallish voice, and sprinted into the girls' room. She went into the closet, and shut the door. She slumped down beside her family, her arms around them halfway. They weren't long enough to reach Cherry, who was on the other side of Frank.

Frank sat cherry and Lily in the middle, and hugged his wife, "Now You know,were I hide from the paparazzi." Frank wispered.

"Yeah," Eliana whispered back. She looked at her husband, then at her children, whose eyes were closed. She leaned against Frank lightly, letting out a long sigh. "This fu--I mean, this friggin' sucks as--I mean, butt." She frowned.

"Nice save." Frank wispered, kissing the side of Eli's head.

Eliana stuck her tongue out at him. "How long will we be in here for?" she asked him.

Frank shrugged. Frank stood up, and walked out of the closet, gulping he walked out side. "GET OFF MY FUCKING LAWN!" Frank yelled, and watched as the Paparazzi ran off. He smiled, and walked back inside.

"Old man..." Eliana mumbled, with a light laugh. She threw her arms around him, though, when he came back inside, and wrapped one leg around the back of his, balancing on their three feet together. She began nibbling on his ear, and whispering sweet nothings to him.

Frank melted like butter, and his eyes rolled back in his head, slumping over, using the wall to support him.