Frank’s POV
I sat on my bed staring at my phone, I wasn’t going to lie to Jamia, I just would tell her the truth lacking details.
When Mikey caught us, it was just a rude awakening that this fantasy we were living in couldn’t last forever, better to end it myself rather than someone else do it. I had to do it, I opened the phone, typed in Jamia’s number, most of the time, my fingers knew where to go, and did it automatically, but this time, I felt like my nerves ct off at my knuckles. My thumb hovered over the send button. I had to do it, throw my phone at a wall and hope it would press the button for me, if I had to. I closed my eyes and did it trying to not think about it too long.
I brought the phone to my ear to listen to the dial tone and eventually a voice. It rang, then again, and again. The line was busy, maybe she wouldn’t switch calls, despite the necessity of this call. I had a misguided hope she wouldn’t pick up.
“Hello?” I heard her voice, her tone was stress, and tired.
“Are you… ok?” I asked, if she wasn’t, I was fucked. I couldn’t break it to her then! The key was to wait for the right moment. Although everyone would say I was just avoiding the conversation, which I will admit was a bonus, but who was I kidding I didn’t want to do this at all.
“I’ve been better,” she yawned, “I’ve been helping a friend out, she’s got some problems at home.”
“Who is it?” I sighed, mutter, “Jamia, I know all your friends so what does it matter?”
“She won’t let me say,” Jamia muttered.
It didn’t take me to long to think about it, as I stared down at my hand playing with the hem of my shirt in nervousness. “It’s Lyn-z huh,” I looked up at the wall of my room rolling my eyes. “What happened?” I hated Lyn-z at the time, she had problems, lots of them, and she dragged Jamia down with her. Jamia is too empathetic towards Lyn, she takes her sadness and makes it her own. It hurts Jamia, it’s not fair in anyway.
“Mhmmm…” she muttered.
“Gerard hasn’t said anything,” I though for a moment.
“He doesn’t know yet,” she let a valuable piece of information slip, and she knew that.
“What?”
All she made was little mumbling, whimpering sounds.
“Jamia what the fuck happened?” I was getting irritated with her resistance.
“Frank, Lyn-z’s pregnant,” she was nearly crying, see what I mean? Jamia would always get dragged down into her foolishness.
“J, you can’t let her drag you into this stuff…” I sighed, “Wait what? She’s Pregnant? How? Since when?”
“About two months ago,” Jamia sighed, I could just imagine her rubbing her forehead, stressed as always. I didn’t respond as I took a moment to let it all sink in and pondered the situation. “Frank?” she interjected my thoughts, “Frank don’t tell him, please,” she begged.
“Why shouldn’t I? He doesn’t deserve this shit,” I grumbled, it was out of character for me, but I was upset. “He’s going to find out eventually.”
“Do you think we’re stupid? We know that! The thing is she needs to tell him herself, Frank; it’s not your place. Please, just stay out of it.”
“Why do you insist on saying we? You aren’t her, and she’s not you. If she was, we’d all have a whole lot less shit in our lives, don’t you think?”
“Frank please, just stop,” she cried the tears seeped through her voice.
“No! Listen to me! I know you’re her friend and you want to be there for her. You get too involved in her problems, it’s going to end up hurting you, it’s already hurt me.” I know my voice was stiffer than normal, but I was upset, and I had to put my foot down at some point. I couldn’t ask her to leave Lyn-z they were best friends, and they needed each other, besides, I needed a reason to leave her anyway, and this was my chance.
“What are you saying?” Her voice was weak.
“Jamia, I think we should take sometime,” I started.
“Please don’t do this,” She whispered.
“For ourselves, you know?”
“Frank, give me a second chance, I can change, I can stop all of it.”
“Jamia no, you need her and she needs you. I could never as you to leaveher, that would be nothing but selfish of me. I know we had something, but I think it’s time to let it go.”
“Frank please, you told me you loved me a week ago. What changed?” It didn’t take her long to realize the flaw in what she said. No one had to say anything, we both knew, that it was a known fact between the two of us. I hadn’t said I loved her in over two months.
“I did, I do,” I shook my head as I quickly corrected myself. “I don’t know Jamia, I don’t know myself, not like I used to. So ontop of this, Lyn-z thing, I need to figure myself out, know myself before I can know someone else.”
She shook in a shaky breath, as I assumed she was sitting down, “Promise me you’ll consider giving us a second chance when all of this is over?” I nodded, even though I wasn’t saying anything she knew what I was doing. “Thanks,” she whispered , then the line went dead. The conversation was officially over, and I was a single man.

Notes

Guh. Okay so there is supposed to more to this chapter, but I wanted to post it so bad, and i'm like freakin tired people so I thought I'd post the rest later.
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