Dead.

This wasn't going anywhere. Frank was becoming more of a challenge than I had anticipated. He wasn't as gullible as his friend, but that only made me even more determined to make a move. I sat by Mikey, taking small glances at Frank who didn't give me attention. He sat across from us, keeping to himself.

Mikey sat awkwardly. He turned to me, "Gerard, I was thinking...would you-"

I cut him off, "I'm going to grab a beer-do you have beer?" I got up anyway without an answer from him. Mikey was obviously going to ask me out, but I didn't need that right now. Especially since after I kill Frank, and another woman, the next target was Mikey himself.

I opened the fridge, scanning through the items. I spotted beer bottles, and pulled out three. I took a step before I heard Mikey and Frank chatting quietly in the living room. I laid my back against the wall, listening in.

Mikey muttered, "Do you like him too? Is that why you're upset with me, trying to ask him out?"

Frank's voice seemed annoyed as he replied, "No. Mikey, can't you see he's manipulating you?"

"Why would he do that?"

Frank paused, "I don't know...but he's a two-faced liar."

I felt a slight disturbance in my body that made me furious. Frank could see pass me. I didn't like that at all. And if Frank could pursuant Mikey to see past my phoniness, after Frank dies, I won't be able to bring Mikey in closer. This would end in a messy struggle to get Mikey alone. I knew I would have to kill Frank as soon as possible.

I took in a deep breath and walked in the living room, making the two hush in silence. I sat next to Mikey again and handed him a beer.

"Thank you." He smiled.

I nodded and reached over the wooden table to hand Frank his bottle. Eye contact was made as he reached in and slightly touched my hand as he took the bottle. He leaned back onto the couch and muttered, "Thanks."

I smiled lightly.

The night was filled with constant badgering about life, mostly coming from Mikey, and beer bottle after beer bottle. Frank refused another bottle after his 03rd one, but I insisted. Mikey was already buzzed and laughed, "Take another!" Hesitantly, Frank took in another beer. I watched as I pressed my lips against the head of the bottle and took in the liquor down my throat. Frank was already getting dizzy, but looked at me. Eye contact was made again. He made his body still, trying to signal he wasn't as drunk as I thought he was.

Mikey groaned, "I-mma, pass out." Mikey looked at me, "I love you..." He burped, brushing his breath against the bottom of my lip. It reeked, but I didn't complain.

Frank stood up, but collapsed after the attempt. I smiled, "Frank, it's getting dark, let me take you home."

Frank slurred, "No," He tried getting up, but his legs shook, "I can walk by myself."

I walked over and helped him up. I placed his right arm over my shoulder and placed my hand on his waist, "See ya, Mikey!"

Mikey groaned, laid out onto the couch as I opened the front door and walked out with Frank in my arms. Once the front door shut, I looked up to the sky. The sun was setting for tomorrow, and I grinned. I looked at Frank who weakly pushed against my body, "I can fucking walk-" He was obviously drunk, but that didn't mess with his hatred toward me.

I finally gave up my sweet act and latched onto his hair, "Let's go, Frank." He groaned, but didn't scream.

Frank's drunken body was practically dragged as I pulled onto his hair, toward the empty streets. I knew where I was heading, and that was the abandon small room in the alley on Boulevard street. There, was my knife. There, was my kit of gags, tweezers, rope, and lighters. There, was where I was going to kill Frankie.

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