My Frerard Romance.
Chapter TwentyTwo.
Frank's Point Of Veiw.
Middle of the night. Walking home. Sleep? As much as I want to, I can't. My back hurts. More then it used to when I used to live in New York, I'm used to the pain, but not this much. I'll just walk it off.
Things are getting brighter. In over a year, I've changed. I used to cause a lot of trouble in the city. Like, stealing, under aged drinking, smoking, and fights. Plus, being too loud, but since I moved to Bellville, things got better, Gerard saved me from making stupid decisions, and helping me with school. I'm not the best kid around here, but I'm trying my hardest.
But the bad side is that now I’m going back to New York soon if I keep up this behavior. Which is what I was afraid of this entire time since 3 or 4 months ago. I’m guessing a month tops.
“Hey.” I looked over to that dark alley I was passing. I couldn’t see a thing, just darkness.
“Why you up so late?” I couldn’t tell who that voice was coming from, or why ‘it’ was talking to me.
“Your Frank Ireo right?” It was a deep Jersey accent, and that’s all I know for now.
“Yes.” I took one step away, just in case.
“Who’s to say we can’t have a little fun tonight eh’?” Then, I was held by my mouth and dragged into the dark alley. They let go of me & started laughing. But wait, I recognize those laughs from anywhere.
“Bob & Ray, I know that’s you two.” I laughed a little too. “You guys got me good.” I high fived them & got to my feet again.
“Yeah I know right, it was all Ray’s idea, let this be a lesson about walking around THIS time of night. Let’s go home now shall we?” Mikey said.
We all went to Ray’s house & fell asleep faster than we thought. We tend to do that a lot.
12 hours later, Bob woke me up. He wanted me to cook him some food. And like a good big brother, I did. Some pancakes and orange juice, who doesn’t like pancakes?
Gerard and Mikey didn’t call all day, they must be tired too.
Middle of the night. Walking home. Sleep? As much as I want to, I can't. My back hurts. More then it used to when I used to live in New York, I'm used to the pain, but not this much. I'll just walk it off.
Things are getting brighter. In over a year, I've changed. I used to cause a lot of trouble in the city. Like, stealing, under aged drinking, smoking, and fights. Plus, being too loud, but since I moved to Bellville, things got better, Gerard saved me from making stupid decisions, and helping me with school. I'm not the best kid around here, but I'm trying my hardest.
But the bad side is that now I’m going back to New York soon if I keep up this behavior. Which is what I was afraid of this entire time since 3 or 4 months ago. I’m guessing a month tops.
“Hey.” I looked over to that dark alley I was passing. I couldn’t see a thing, just darkness.
“Why you up so late?” I couldn’t tell who that voice was coming from, or why ‘it’ was talking to me.
“Your Frank Ireo right?” It was a deep Jersey accent, and that’s all I know for now.
“Yes.” I took one step away, just in case.
“Who’s to say we can’t have a little fun tonight eh’?” Then, I was held by my mouth and dragged into the dark alley. They let go of me & started laughing. But wait, I recognize those laughs from anywhere.
“Bob & Ray, I know that’s you two.” I laughed a little too. “You guys got me good.” I high fived them & got to my feet again.
“Yeah I know right, it was all Ray’s idea, let this be a lesson about walking around THIS time of night. Let’s go home now shall we?” Mikey said.
We all went to Ray’s house & fell asleep faster than we thought. We tend to do that a lot.
12 hours later, Bob woke me up. He wanted me to cook him some food. And like a good big brother, I did. Some pancakes and orange juice, who doesn’t like pancakes?
Gerard and Mikey didn’t call all day, they must be tired too.
This is my first fanfic and it is amazing!!
12/7/16