The next day Frank spent doing chores for his mom and Josh. Frank didn’t mind doing chores, but then again, it kept him away from his computer. So Frank washed the dishes thoroughly but quickly, washed the windows roughly so they got their shine and cleaned out his room from the clutter. When he was finally done, his mom gave him the okay to ‘lock yourself in your room all day’. Frank smirked at the comment but was intended to do just that.

He locked his door and turned on his radio before pulling up his laptop on his lap. He logged into his account and realized he had a lot more notifications since it’s been awhile since he’s checked. He clicked on a story that had 5 new comments. He read it through.

This is cute…..can ya update?

• Helena_Killjoy

Wait I’m confused-that was randooooom, update

• RunAwayWithMe

Frank stopped reading the comments and frowned. He scoffed, “What’s so confusing?” He hovered his hands over his keyboard, contemplating whether he should respond back-he paused. He rolled his eyes, “People have their opinions.” He clicked out of his story, “Nothing but Hate” and clicked onto his new story based upon the events of Steven and his boyfriend. His new story which has two long chapters is called, “I’ll Kiss your Lips Again”. There were a lot of comments that were similar. “This is interesting” or “Cute” and even “Please update”.

He was pretty proud of his story but he realized he hadn’t updated in almost a week. He sighed a bit before creating a new chapter. Just as he was about to type, there was a knock on his door. He paused, “Yeah?” He called.

A faint voice which was recognisable as Sammy’s replied, “Hey, hey, do you know what you’re going to wear for tonight?”

Frank was annoyed. He just wanted to stay in his room all day. Sammy didn’t even text him to tell him he was coming. Frank gave a low groan before getting up from his bed and opening his bedroom door. Sammy had a gleam in her eye, “You can’t wear anything too formal but you can’t wear something that doesn’t look like you don’t care.”

She pushed past him and entered his room. Frank glanced at his laptop before shutting it close. He faced Sammy, “What were you thinking?”

“Flannel over a nice black tee with dark skinny jeans-or is that too casual?” She paused in thought, “I think it’s perfect.” She opened Frank’s closet door and dug through his hung clothes. She pulled out a dark red flannel, “This is nice.”

Frank didn’t want to kick her out, but fuck it was too early for this shit. He sat on the edge of his bed and stared up at Sammy. He glanced at her from head to toe before feeling a soft vibrate against his thigh. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and read a text from Gerard.

From: Gerard <3
3:45 p.m
I miss you so much.

To: Gerard <3
3:46 p.m
Sorry. I’m trying to spend time for myself and tonight I’m going to a party

From: Gerard <3
3:48 p.m
A party? Be careful.
Haha I never took you for a party type.

To: Gerard <3
3:51 p.m
It’s Sammy’s idea...she really wants me to wind down or whatever

Frank looked up from his phone and spotting Sammy laying out some of his tops on the bed. She kept babbling on about clothes but Frank didn’t pay attention.

From: Gerard <3
3:54 p.m
She seems like an interesting person.

Frank smirked at his phone before tucking it away, back into his pocket. He yawned, “I barely got any sleep last night, Sammy. I was hoping to take a nap before heading out.”

Sammy rolled her eyes with a grin, “Bullshit, you’re trying to kick me out.”

Frank laughed, “Well, could you blame me? I want to spend some time to myself.”

Sammy looked at him, “Fine.” She set the shirts down, “I’ll pick you up in a couple of hours. Don’t blame me when you’re outfit is a mess.” Sammy winked, making Frank giggle.

When Sammy left out the door, Frank could hear a conversation exchanging from her and his mom. He really loved how Sammy got along so well with his family. He glanced at the clothes Sammy laid out on the bed. He got up from his bed and gazed at it, “Not bad.” He said to himself. It was a neat outfit, something Frank wouldn’t wear to school because he usually threw on anything that his hands grabbed. He never put thought into it.

Frank pulled out his phone and dialed in Gerard’s number, calling him. Gerard answered, “Hey babe,”

“Hey,”

“.. what a wonderful surprise.” Gerard laughed, shocked at the random call.

“I just want to hear your voice. It relaxes me,” Frank smiled, making his way to his bed and laying back down. He put his phone on speaker as he laid comfortably in the sheets. Gerard’s voice had a small laugh to it, “Well, if you need me-I’m here.” His voice was a melody to Frank’s ears. Frank nuzzled his face into his thick soft pillow, feeling his face blush from Gerard’s voice. Gerard’s voice asked, “I don’t mean to be nosey but where are you going later?”

“It’s Sammy’s friend’s party.” Frank replied.

“Is it .. safe?”

“It’s a high school party, so, no. But I don’t plan on drinking.” Frank added in, “Don’t worry about me. Everything is going to be fine.”

Gerard paused, “If you say so.” There was a moment of silence until Gerard added in, “How’s your day so far? And how are you?”

“So far, so good. I woke up early but skipped breakfast. I’m not really a breakfast person .. and I’m fine-feeling a lot better actually .. but I am lagging on updating my fics. School is tough, you know?”

“Yeah there are a lot of distractions.” Gerard’s voice asked quietly, “Which is why you have to make time for yourself.”

“I’m aware of that.” Frank chuckled but it faded away quickly. He stared at screen of his phone, “Would it be childish to say I’m scared? Or my future.”

“Being scared of something isn’t childish.”

“That’s not what I asked ..” Frank lowered his head and huddled up his legs closer up to his chest, almost wrapping his body in a fetal position. He murmured, “I don’t know what I want to be. What would make my parents proud but also makes me feel .. happy?” Frank sighed softly, “I’m so scared. What if I’m too scared to try to be anything? Then my parents will hate me for sure and I’ll never forgive myself for letting myself down.”

Gerard hushed him softly, “Don’t worry yourself-you’ll stress yourself out. Baby steps, Frankie, baby steps.” He said, “You don’t have to decide now. You’re young-way too young to be worrying about this.”

“I’m 18, Gee. High school ends in June-which is five months away.”

“Which is plenty of time to enjoy the time you have left in high school.”

Frank could feel a small smile form, “You always calm me down.”

Frank could hear the smile in Gerard’s voice, “I just know how,”

---

Frank put on his outfit which Sammy had set out for him. He looked at himself in the mirror. He smiled a bit before hearing a honking coming from outside of his window. He walked over, opened his window and waved at Sammy who was sitting in the driver’s seat. He grinned before shutting his window and jogging his way down the stairs. His mom called after him, “Call later to tell me you’re safe!”

“Got it!” Frank said before shutting the door behind him. He walked to Sammy’s car and sat in the passenger seat. They drove a couple miles until reaching Chase’s house. Frank sat uncomfortable in his passenger seat as Sammy pulled up, “I didn’t know we were going to Chase’s house.”

“They invited me and really wanted you to go to.” Sammy looked at Frank, “They really like you.”

“Cool,” Frank could only say. He got out of the car along with Sammy. When they walked inside, Frank bumped into a figure. Chase stared at Frank, “Hey, hey-you’re here.” He grinned before reeling in Frank, “Dang, I can see strands of grey in your hair,” He teased, sarcastically picking at Frank’s hair. Frank laughed, “I get it, I’m always stressed.”

Chase handed him a red cup, “Drink.”

Frank denied it, “No thanks. But I will relax.”

Sammy smiled, “Looks like Frank is my designated driver this time.”

Chase smiled before letting go of Frank, “Enjoy yourselves guys.”

Music vibrated through the walls. It wasn’t Frank’s type of music since it was Twenty One Pilots and Melanie Martinez. He more more into punk, but the music was still pretty good. Frank walked around and would frequently bump into people, but it wasn’t a big deal. What else would you do at a party besides get drunk? He didn’t really know since all he did was drink at previous parties. Frank was greeted by a girl, “Hey, hey, can you do me a quick favor?” Her breath reeked of alcohol.

Frank shrugged a bit, knowing it was going to be something completely stupid since she seemed completely wasted. The girl lifted up her shirt, exposing her petite body and small breasts, “Do you find these cute?” She laughed.

Frank pulled her shirt down, “Don’t do that again.” He walked away, feeling a bit violated by the boob flash. He found a couch and sat on it, next to a dark skinned girl with brown curly hair. She looked over to him, “Are you also a designated driver?” She smiled.

Frank nodded, “It’s not fun being a responsible one.”

She shrugged, “It’s true. But you get to make sure your friends are safe-which is really important. So, did you lose a bet or do you just don’t drink?”

Frank chuckled, “I’m not in the drunk mood tonight. You?”

“Lost a bet.”

They both laughed.

Frank said, “I’m Frank.”

“Zuri.”

“Neat name.”

“Thanks.” She smiled.

The two had chatted for a hours, occasionally getting interrupted by drunk teenagers. They didn’t mind even if sometimes it got annoying. Frank looked around, “Dang. I lost my friend Sammy.” He got up from the couch, “It was nice talking to you, Zuri.”

She winked, “Same to you.”

Frank walked away and walked outside to the back where even more teeangers could be found. He scanned the area, looking for his best friend. He paused when he noticed some people mentioning some roofies being carried around at the party. Frank’s body shivered. Roofies. He picked up his pace, heading inside the house again. He knew Sammy was a heavy drinker and would take any drink from anyone.

He stopped by Chase, “Have you seen Sammy?”

They slurred, “Yeah, yeah, I saw her go upstairs with that guy-uh-[fuck what’s his name? That guy from the basketball team.]”

Frank ran up the stairs and slammed open doors to look for Sammy. He saw some sexual acts occurring, none were sedated by the drug. He opened the bedroom door to find Sammy laid out on the bed. He ran in and grabbed Sammy’s hand, “Hey, hey, are you okay?”

Sammy slurred, “I’m tired.”

Frank looked around to find a light source coming from the bathroom. The door opened and Tyler from the basketball team walked out. He paused, staring at Frank, “I didn’t do anything I swear.”

“But you fucking were about to, weren’t you?!” Frank yelled.

Tyler looked at him, “D-don’t tell anyone.” He dashed to Frank and snatched his phone before smashing it against the ground.

Frank glared at him before helping Sammy out of the bed. Her body felt heavier, most likely because her body was too weak to move. Frank kept an eye on Tyler. He didn’t care about calling someone the police right now, he’ll do that later. For now, he wanted to get Sammy out of harm's way.

They made their way outside, back to the car. Frank struggled to open the door and put Sammy in, but he did. He put on her seatbelt and draped his jacket over her before calling to another teenager, “Give me your phone, please. My friend needs to get somewhere safe.” The teenager looked at Sammy and frantically pulled out his phone. Frank paused when he realized he didn’t know Gerard’s number by heart. He did only have it for a couple weeks and he didn’t need to remember it because it was on his phone.

Frank thought of something quick before pulling out his wallet and pulling out Brendon’s number. He dialed in his number quickly. Brendon’s voice asked, “Hello?”

Frank quickly begged, “Please come get me.”

Notes

Sorry it's been awhile since I've updated, I've been sick xo