Frank's POV

I had just woken up after a minor nightmare about a bully I had in third grade. I observed my room, as it is engulfed by darkness, aside drom the ray of moonlight coming from the window and the red lights coming from my alarm clock, slightly illuminating the table it rests on. Sighing, I throw my blankets off of my body and make my way to a lamp in the corner of my room, then to my dresser to grab my cigarettes. The pleasant scent of a warm summer's night hits me in the face immediately once I pry open the window, it reminds me of the upcoming, and highly anticipated summer vacation. Only a mere two weeks left, then no more ireful bullies, the moronic teachers, or even the people who I could not spare a single fuck for. Simplistic and blissful freedom, just on the horizon.

The final ashes from my cancer stick finally float down, indicating to drop it two stories from my bedroom window. Suddenly I realize there is no way in hell I could possibly go back to sleep now, and its not anywhere near morning, being only 12:45 AM. Maybe I should self-medicate again... No, instead Ill go somewhere I haven't been in quite a while, I call in my "Special Place," original, I know. Its located at the back of my neighborhood, on a wooded path leading into town. I throw on some clothes, a hoodie, shoes, and eyeliner, then grab my phone, headphones, personal journal, and my wallet just incase. Quietly I maneuver my way out of my window and down to saftey, then I'm off.

Once I reach the wooded path I go off of the little dirt trail, to a certain tree. This particular tree is my special place, it may seem lame, but its not to me. The tree is pretty old and large, I would come here when I was upset as a child, it just seemed like a comforting place. I plop down on the cool ground, pop my earbuds in and start writing lyrics in my notebook. Just these actions alone are way better than any therapy or school counselor experience I have ever had, personally.

About fifteen minutes after my arrival I feel a presence among me. I look up and to my surprise I see Mikey walking towards me, hands in pockets and looking a bit disheveled and tired. My earbuds pop out as I pull the cord, expecting Mikey to say something. "Hey Frank. What are you doing out here so late?"

"Nothing much, I just couldn't sleep. What about you?"

"Honestly, the same, except Im just going to get some cigarettes while I'm at it," he chuckled.

"Haha, coolio."

"So... Um, do you wanna come with me? You dont have to if you don't want to, I just want to get to know you better, you seem chill." Mikey questioned awkwardly.

"Sure, I have nothing better to do anyways." I smiled, picked up my shit and walked with Mikey.

"How old are you Frank?"

"16, 17 in October. What about you?"

"20"

"Umm... So, you're a bassist, How long have you been playing bass?"

"Since I was a kid. My grandpa taught me the basics, but when he died my grandma helped me, even though she didnt know anything about it, but she supported me and helped me as best as she could, and that alone really helped me," Mikey was so enthusiastic toward this subject.

"Thats so awesome Mikey! Your grandparents seemed like a really amazing people."

"They were. My grandma taught my brother and I everything. Singing, art, space, you name it."

"Wow," I didnt have much to say. Considering I don't know what any of thats like. It seems so fufilling, so nice to feel someone's affection to the extent of them taking time out of their lives, just to invest in yours.

We had arrived at the store shortly after our conversation. Once we walked in the owner recignized me. "Hey Frank, you cant be buying more cigarettes can you, you just came in before school," 'my guy' Alan chuckled. Alan sells me cigarettes and anything else I need that I cant buy legaly. He's one of my friend's relatives, and he sells shit for my friends and I.

"Haha no thanks Alan, I'm just here with a friend," gesturing to Mikey.

"Okay, well tell me if you need anything. Danial is at the cash register too." Mikey purchases his cigarettes and then we head out.

"Wow Frank, illegaly buying shit," Mikey laughes histerically.

"Don't judge me!" I laughed along with him.

"Dont worry, I wont tell anyone or judge. My boyfriend, brother, and I always used to do that too."

"Boyfriend? Now you have to tell me about that!" It had just dawned on Mikey of his slip up.

"Oh, promise you wont tell anyone?"

"I promise I wont. Plus Im gay too, so you know your secret's safe with me."

"Its Pete" he blushed a bit.

"Aww thats so awesome man,"

"Shut up," he joked. Both of us laughed histerically and joked until we had to part ways. "Hey Frank, do you wanna hang out sonetime?"

"Hellz yeah!" We exchanged numbers then said our goodbyes. Once I finally made it up to my room the clock read 2:30 AM. Drowsiness overtook my mind, so I got ready for bed. As I closed my eyes, a wave of excitement washed over me. Mikey seems like like coolest and kindest person I've met in a long time. I really hope we become really good friends.

Notes

AYEO!!! IM NOT DEAD AND IM BACK WITH A NEW CHAPTER!!! So... Umm, I dont really have an excuse, other than I just didnt have any motivation. IM SO SORRY I LEFT YOU GUYS FOR SO LONG ;-; Please dont throw miniture horses at meh, even though I probably deserve it.

Other than that I REALLY hope you enjoyed this chapter. Comment down below what you thought, how I could improve, or just to say hi ^w^ Sorry for any mistakes i made. I love you guys!!! <3 until next time my beautiful Labradoodle birds <3 again Im SO SO SO SO SOOOO SORRY FOR LEAVING SO LONG. Also, is there anyway I could make this up? Comment suggestions or some shiz. I love you guys!!! <3 <3 <3