We Lit The Fire And It's Burning Bright

Frank's POV

"Are Saturday evenings always this dark?" I ask my mother as she drives me to the concert.

"Daylight savings," she excused. "Hey, you said your friends are coming to the concert?"

"Yeah," I say. "Why?"

"I bet you want your mother off the radar, huh?"

I laugh. "Nah, you're cool."

"Yeah! I'm cool, but not like soccer mom cool," she shudders in the thought. "But cool, cool, right?"

"Whatever you say..."

"Pfft. I put the 'cool' in 'school'!"

"N-no...just no."

"Heh. I'm so cool, you can call me by my first name."

"Okay, Phobia Iero," I laugh. "Please...just keep driving."

Notes

new chapter c: