You're someone you're not

I didn't know what to do. Should I solute or bow or Jesus fucking Chirst help me out here! he just went over and kissed Mrs Iero on the cheek and sat down at the table.
"Hello Mr Way how nice to meet you. My son is a huge fan of you art work" He smiled warmly I shook his hand. I looked over at Frank who just mouthed the word 'huge'. Which kinda confused me. Frank flashed me a smile as if to say "chill out dude".
" Um dad do you know of a Rachel Clery? She was an intern here a month ago it says here you and her-" Frank read off looking at the laptop.
" Those are just rumors" the president scuffed.
" They have eye-witnesses..." Frank half smiled. His mom shot daggers at her husband.
"FRANK! Put down that gosh darn laptop down we have a guest that YOU requested be here!" He snapped. Frank just rolled his eyes and set the laptop on a small table in the corner and scooted to the table.
" So Gerard how do you like Washington, D.C.?" The First Lady asked. Oh the question I've been dreading. I haven't seen anything here other than Frank in the park.
"Um it's much colder than I expected" I smiled weakly.
" Oh absolutely! Where are you from?" The president chuckled.
" Jersey" Frank said sipping at a glass of coke.
" How'd you know?" Mrs Iero questioned. Bam another perfect opportunity for Frank to tell the highest person of power in our country that I've been breaking a fairly large law.
" I met him in the park when I was putting up flyers" Frank said.
" Oh I see. So you met Frank before today?" Mrs Iero ignored the flyers bit.
" Yeah but I didn't realize it was Frank IERO I just thought he was just a normal kid you know?" I could feel the sweat trickling down my back.
" Oh,"
The rest of the dinner was pretty uneventful mostly small talk but where I got into trouble was the food. Here's the thing I am a really picky eater basically anything that isn't pizza or hamburgers is out of my ball park. They served this huge fucking salad that I picked the croutons out of. Then the entree was salmon. My mortal enemy was fish. They smell weird and anything that smells weird has to be bad for you. I was pushing it around my plate when I had this genius idea. When everybody wasn't looking at me I'll drop pieces onto my napkin in my lap then after dinner I'll ask where the bathroom is and flush it down the toilet.
Everything was going accordig to plans.
" Where is the rest room?" I asked and was directed down the hall. I walked in and flushed the red pieces of meat down the real Oval Office.
But when I walked out Frank was waiting leaning against the wall smirking.
" Smart idea but you really think that would work?" Frank smiled. My eyes widened he noticed????
" I-I don't know what your talking about" I scuffed.
" The fish in the napkin then cleverly flushing them down the toilet" I cringed.
" So you don't like fish?" Frank questioned curiously.
" Not really" I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly.
" Are you hungry?" I nodded.
" I'll get the chef to cook you something" frank smiled warmly.
" Really? You can do that?" I followed frank who was walking down the hall.
" I'm the son of the president of corse I can. Plus the chef is way cool" Frank pulled me along.
" Hey Martin?" Frank called. The kitchen was giant. The stove was as big if not bigger than my hotel room.
" Yeah franks?" A man with a thick southern accent called back.
" Can we get Gerard Here a- what do want?"
" Hamburger please"
" A burger?" Frank called.
A huge guy emerged from behind some cooking wrack thingy.
" What he didn't like my first class salmon?!" Martin boomed. I'm scared shitless this guy is intimidating as fuck.
Both him and Frank burst out laughing.
" You should have seen you face!" Frank giggled I playfully punched his arm.
" Ok a burger you say? I will cook you the best burger you mouth have ever known" Martin smilied a big toothy smile.
Martin then ordered me and Frank to sit down while he cooked in front of us. We both pretty much looked like kids in a sweet shop while Martin made the meat do flips and stuff. It didn't take very long soon I was handed a big greasy burger and a napkin. The second the thing touched my lips I knew he was right.
" Ohmigod" I smiled.
" Chew your food boy" Martin chuckled.
" Yum" I wiped my face.
" Come on I'll give you the tour!" Frank pulled my arm out of the kitchen.

Notes

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