Frank’s P.O.V

With just a touch of my burning hand. I'm gonna live my life to to destroy your world. Prime directive, exterminate. The whole fuckin' race. Then your face drops in a pile of flesh and then your heart, heart pounds and it pumps in death prime directive, exterminate the whole fuckin' place well... ‘Hey momma’ I say as I answer my phone. I swear my mom has the best and worst timing to call me.

“Hey Frankie baby, I just wanted to know what time you were coming home and if Austin was going to come for dinner or if you’re going to eat at his house I’m fine with that too I know how much Catherine loves stuffing you with food and Skittles” my mom rants into my ear.

“No, momma is just going to be me and you at dinner today. I’m on my way home right now.”

“Why are we eating alone, did you get into a fight with Austin? Frankie talk to me.”

“Oh no mom just that he needs to finish unpacking and I don’t want to impose. Don’t worry everything is fine I’ll see you in a little while. Bye, love you.”

“Love you too baby.”

I turn to Gerard with my eyes saying ‘let me go’ and he does. I then look at Austin with a glare and he shrinks back, then I leave the coffee shop without another word to both boys.

~~~~~~~Le Next Day~~~~~~~

Gerard’s P.O.V

I don’t know what I am going to do, Frank probably hates me and we have theater where we will be practicing lines and I know, I just know, that if he doesn’t castrate me there it will be because their are too many witnesses. What if he skips? What if he dropped out of school? What if he moved just to avoid seeing me?

“Gerard calm down. I can practically see the gears in your mind working 100 miles a minute. Chill, Frank’s over there under the tree as always, just that he’s with the new kids, Austin and André.”

“How do you know about them?”

“I have them both in my math class, apparently they’re both super smart” Mikey replied with a shrug.

“Wait! How do you know about Frank?!?” I exclaimed.

“Dude your voice isn’t that quiet, especially when you’re yelling and mom told me. She’s worried about you, you know.”

“When is she not? But wow really am I that transparent? I--”

“Yes,’ Mikey interrupted, ‘but chill no one other than me knows. So don’t get your panties in a twist and talk to him. Start with an apology, you’re up.” Before I was about to ask him what he meant by ‘you’re up’ the bell rang and I got it. Mikey always on time with his advice.

Picking up my trash and disposing of it I walk alone to theater. “Here goes nothing” I say to myself as I open the door.

Notes

Hey guys! I've neglected this story for a whole 11 days... and I'm sorry! I wanted to do a Christmas post thing but I'm so good at procrastinating that I, well, do just that. So here is an apology post. Tell me what you think...
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K ;)