SOMEONE Save Us

Mmmm, what to make for breakfast?
Ugh I never know what I really want until I've already started making something that might want. Teenage struggles. Well, I guess I should shut up about that cus there's someone on my bed right now that has those with bold underlines. to hell with it, I'm making pancakes! Wow Frank no one can hear you, but yet you still managed to have the last word in this conversation..conversation? Uh okay. Anyway, as i started to make me some delicious smelling pancakes, I heard footsteps moving everywhere at once upstairs. Was this kid a ninja too!?! How could I ever compete with that? Soon enough my thoughts were disrupted by Mr.Gerard practically waltzing into the kitchen.

"Well good morning dear Mr.Frank!" He smiled.

"Morning..Mr.Gerard." He giggled.

Clearly I was thrown off by the whole 'Mr.' thing, but soon enough I bounced back.

"So, pancakes or ooh maybe some left over pizza!"

He was confused by my quick thought change."Uh, that was quick!"

"Oh yeah, I do that hourly, I settle for something and then half way through the process I think of what I really want! It's kind of lousy cus then i have to start over and wait longer but still I get what I want!"

"Okay! Well, since you're reusing, guess I'll have pancakes!" He shrugged,

"My dear Mr.Gerard you read my mind..don't you?" I smiled.

"That's for me to know and you to find out Monsieur Frank!"

"Oh you don't want to play the french game with me! I will assassinate you and then use your ashes for my new art project that's due..crap! It's due tomorrow! Oh well, what's one 78% on my overall report."

"Woah! That's how high your average is? Damn boy!"

"Well in most classes. Definitely not World Studies though! I'll be surprised if I get any higher than a 53 in that class."

"Yeah but that's cus you never actually show up. When you do you fall asleep!" He said with syrup drooling down his chin.

"Uh, 1. Cus it's boring as fvck! and 2. This..is really gross!" I wiped the sauce from his face with my pizza napkin.

Mom came down the stairs all dressed up in her uniform and belt.

"Okay boys 5 things; I shall be home around 8, school starts in 20 don't be late, bring Mikey home with you, don't kill each other and Frank my baby boy Frank..GO TO ALL YOUR CLASSES OR ELSE NO PANSY UNTIL MONDAY MORNING!!" She stressed the last part and then kissed our cheeks and left with a Martha Stewart smile.

"No Pansy until Monday morning, ugh!" I mocked her feminine voice. She always knew how to get me in class and actually doing work.

Gerard giggled and put his plate in the sink. He was quick to wash it, dry it and put it away.

"Dude, you know you could've left it right?" I looked at him.

"Yeah I know!" He smiled."Speaking of leaving, we need to go or else..well you know what your mom said. No class, no precious guitar." I cut a quick eye at him.

"God, now you sound like her!"

"You love your mom?"

"Of course!"

"Then that's a compliment so thanks!"

Smart ass! He thinks he's slick. Whatever, I'll get him back..sometime today!
We headed out the door and down the street. We talked about really weird things. For example, we discussed what the other would do if one of us went to jail, ancient names that would be wicked band names (I came up with Pharaoh's Captive) and how we would survive a high school apocalypse where you had to attend school 7 days a week and we all lived in the school basement. Also, the classes would start at 5 and end at 2.

I was not looking forward to today at all! So much work and plus Gerard and i had to talk to Mrs.Hill about our travelling info. Why must 3 PM be so far from 8:45 AM?

Notes

Only 1 left until the FANTASIZELY things begin!
Man I love the way this is going to turn out
I can't type fast enough! Love IT!!
Thanks For Reading!!
-AToxicKilljoy