.Heavy Downpour. |frerard|

"You know, Frank, you should go out more,"

Frank let out a small 'eh' and shrugged. "I'll go out when I need money, or food."

"Don't you have a job or some shit that you need to go to? Because you literally do nothing all day but yet you manage to pay your rent and bills every month." Bob sighed. The two friends were sprawled out on Frank's couch, watching some shitty horror movie that wasn't even that great. I mean, c'mon, there was, like, no fucking gore. It was boring as hell.

"No, I don't have a job, and I don't need one. I have rich parents who pay for my apartment because they feel bad that they divorced when I was 11 years old, which, y'know, left me permanently damaged and changed me into a ball of horrible, sucky feelings."

"Lucky."

"Yeah, I know,"

"No, I'm actually kidding, they pay half of everything for me. The other half, well, I just figure some shit out. Y'know, do whatever I have to do to get some money." Frank laughed.

Bob turned his head, raising an eyebrow at the shorter man. "What do you mean, 'do whatever I have to do?' You're not into prostitution, are you?"

"Jesus fucking Christ, fuck no!" He exclaimed with a sigh of disbelief over Bob's suspicions, "I did not drop out of college for your shit, oh my fucking god."

Bob smirked, because, apparently, he was incapable of feeling insulted. "So what do you do?"

Frank paused, but soon sighed as his stare broke him down. "Y'know the coffee shop a few blocks down my place?" Bob shook his head but he continued, "Well, I sing there every Saturday night. The pay isn't very good, but there's no other place that wants to hire a 22 year old loser who couldn't even finish college."

"That's cool," Bob smiled, "I didn't know you could sing."

"I can't, not for shit, but it's literally my second to last option on ways to make money in New York." He sighed as I turned back to the TV screen.

The movie 'Ouija' was getting really fucking boring, thank the heavens, cause that movie was absolute shit, and Frank wanted to turn it off because who the fuck wants to see a movie about some dumb board and teenagers that decide to fuck around with it.

"What's the last, then?" He asked, his smirk very visible in Frank's peripheral vision.

"Prostitution, but I don't think the world is ready for my ass. Not yet."

Bob chuckled. "Damn right."

***
Frank's Pov

As soon as Bob had left, I dove headfirst into my bed. Bob was great, after all, he was my only friend, not that I would chose someone else, but I've had enough human interaction for the day and all I wanted to do was cuddle with my pillow and sleep. Though the sun was still up, my eyes were droopy and weighed down with fatigue. A normal person would have been going out with their friends on a Friday night instead of sleeping off the day, but, then again, I wasn't the closest to normal.

Sometimes I wondered if I should have had more friends, partied more in college, or just down something to get me out of my antisocial bubble, but I hadn't; and that fucking sucked.

Why?

Well, being alone almost 24/7 got lonely, very lonely. Especially when you were me and some company was long overdue.

I know this is stupid for me to stay when there are people dying with terminal illnesses, and children not having enough to eat each day, but being lonely fucking sucked. It made my life hard because I had no one around, and it meant that all my thoughts were trapped inside because I didn't have anyone to show them to. The only thing about this was that, again, I was too fucking lazy to even go out and make new friends.

A sigh left my lips and I got up, and made my way towards the window. I took a seat on the chair that I had placed in front of it and stared out onto the streets of New York. The sun was almost saying its goodbye, as the sky had turned that blood orange color and the bright rays were peaking through buildings. I put my elbow on the window sill and rested my head on it. The city was so pretty at this time of hour. The streets were almost empty, with the occasional cars passing by, and the noise was at its lowest. From afar I could only make out a person walking their dog, and a taxi stopped at a stoplight.

I took out my phone from my back pocket of my jeans and scrolled through the small list of numbers that I had: my mom and dad, Bob, Ryan Ross from the coffee shop, my therapist that I haven't seen from a while, and Jamia, my... well, it was complicated.

"What's up, Frank?" Bob said, once he picked up, "I swear I just left your apartment."

"Come back, because I got a really good idea and I need you for morale support." I explained.

I heard Bob groan. "It better be good because I was just about to catch the bus."
"I'm gonna buy a fucking dog."

"Frank you've got to be fucking kidding me." He groaned in response.

I shook my head as I got up, my sudden excitement filling me with energy. "I'm not. There's a pet store right in front of the bus stop, I think, I'll meet you there in five."

A quiet 'What the fuck is wrong with this fucking midget' is heard right before I end the call. I grabbed my wallet, keys and put on my jacket and headed out the door as soon as I could. I fucking love dogs, why hadn't I thought of this before?

Dogs will never leave you, unless they get lost or kidnapped. They're loyal as fuck, cute and love you more than anyone else would. They were the perfect companion, truly a man's best friend. This was the distraction I needed. A dog was my cure.

The door bell of the store rang as it opened, and I see Bob, crouched in front of a cage, poking his finger through the metal bars, stroking the nose of a small kitten. He was making these weird noises, whimpering, maybe awing? I wasn't sure, it weirded me out though.
"Bob, you made it!" I exclaimed, catching his attention.

He stood up. "Yeah, I did, still not sure why the fuck I actually agreed to this."

"Because you love me." I answered, as I made my way around to the cages with the puppies.
Bob followed and watched me as I played with the small animals before me. A smile was on his face which was quite a sight to see. "Why the hell are you thinking of getting a dog."
"I am getting one," I corrected, "And because I'm a loner who has no friends and dogs are too cute to not have."

Soon, a man wearing a red polo and khaki pants approached us. He had a name tag that said, 'Nice to meet you, my name is Ray Toro and I'm happy to assist you." 'Ray' had a mane of curly, light brown hair and a smile on his face. My eyes then trailed to his hands as I noticed that he was carrying a puppy. It was small, and looked very unhealthy. Its eyes were blue and fur was a mixture of black and white. The puppy was asleep, or almost as it was lacking movement and its eyes were drooping with fatigue.

"Hello! Are you thinking of getting a dog?" Ray asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, I've always wanted one."

He smiled and glanced down to the puppy he was holding. "Well, this little fella needs a home if you're up for it. All of his brothers and sisters been adopted and now he's all alone. Here, you can carry him."

I smiled in response as he gave me the small dog to hold in my hands. Its fur was soft, like cotton and the sudden movement made it jump. I couldn't help but 'aw'.

"He's my favorite pup here, to be honest, but I can't keep him," Ray explained, "I would if I could, it's really heart breaking seeing him alone. He doesn't seem to get along well with the other dogs and he usually never leaves his cage, or tries to."

I nodded and my smile grew larger as the puppy licked me as he nuzzled his small head on my chest. "I'll take him, then."

"You sure?" Ray asked, his eyes glimmering in excitement.

"Yeah, I would hate to leave him all alone. I know the feeling and it really sucks when there's no one for you. We can be each other's company."

"Great," he beamed, "I'll get the paperwork. Do you have a name for this lil' one?"

"Umm, Pansy, 'cause he's a little wimp."

Notes

yep, this is the infamous story ive been working on with Firebreathing Killjoy lmfao. um yeah so pls comment and vote and subscribe idec send me hate if you want. anyways love you guys xoxo aubrey

-desolationhoe

ps: if you see this before i fix it, i know it's all messed up, my ipad is shit (it keeps deleting sentences and paragraphs when i try to space it out) so i have to fix it on my computer lmao