Take a good hard look

I woke up on the couch, Gerard had just left, last night. I got up and went to my kitchen, and saw my dad. ''Dad?'' I walked a bit closer, he disappeared. What the fuck? I shrugged. I got my phone and rung Gerard.

''Hey gee? Can we maybe hang out today?'' I asked, sweat dripping from my forehead, from stress.

''I'm sorry frankie, but my parents are over for brunch'' He sighed. ''Okay, Gee. I guess I will hang out with Bob today'' I sighed, disappointment filling my voice.

I went over to bobs to kidnap him or something. The graveyard where my dad was buried was across the road from him. I looked across, as my dad appeared in front of me. ''Son... You let me down'' The ghost whispered. ''B-but dad!'' I shouted, as bob answered the door.

''Frank, what the fuck, what are you doing here? and who were you talking to?'' He asked, with a confused look.
''I wanted to see if you wanted to hang ou-'' He cut me off. ''Dude, don't you remember, I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING COME OVER, LIKE EVER AGAIN'' He shouted, slamming the door.
I sighed and hopped back into my car.

I rang Gerard to see if he was done with his parents yet. ''Yep, I'm done, but come over tonight... I have something for your birthday'' He put a smirk on. ''Okay... Is it a surprise?'' I smiled. as I pulled into my driveway. ''Yep'' He chuckled, before hanging up.

Notes

Haha, I got wi-fi! STUFF YOU MOM! I GOTZ THE WIFI! Sorry ;-; *hides behind pickle gerard*