I got home that night and wondered if it could have gone any better. of course it could have, dumbass. That white trash douchepickle dickwinder waiter that broke up the fucking moment. If he hadn't been there, you would have kissed the damn guy. Wow, I was really mad. But I was also psyched from being with FRANK. I looked at the one photo I took of us. He was looking into the camera with those fucking eyes. I was looking over at him. He had that adorable half-smile that he got earlier with the coffee thing. I just wanted to take that lip ring in my teeth. I wanted to feel it on my lips. I snapped out of it when my doorbell rang. I ran downstairs because the stupid thing is broken and people can't get in without the password.
"Mikey! What's up?" I shouted loud enough for the lady on the second floor to throw a rock at us.
"Nothing much. I saw you and Mr. Needles today at dinner. What's his name?" My little brother asked.
"Um, it's Frank. And he only has two piercings. "
"Tattoos," Mikey stated, pushing past me to go up to my apartment. "So I haven't seen you with a girl in a while, are you just with guys now?"
"Mikey, you know I can't choose who I like," I said.
"I know, I know. Hey, I just remembered I have to go meet Alicia tonight at her place."
Alicia Simmons was this girl Mikey was with. I hate her.
"Okay, well then goodnight. It was good seeing you!" I shouted after him as he lifted up his middle finger behind him. I Shook my head, smiling.

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Notes

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