"Fuck school," Frank yelled out the window of my car, then vomiting up in seconds. It'd been exactly a week since the assembly and the reaction we where hoping for didn't come- I wanted to say I told you so, but I don't think it'd be right when your boyfriends locker is being filed with tampons every other day.

"Frank are you drunk," I ask, pulling to the side of the road.

His hair falling in his face, his camouflage jacket covering his hole front barely being able to see his plan black tee, his jeans were ripped and light blue- they looked like they haven't been washed in days, Frank smelled like he hadn't been washed in days.

He nodded, letting out a dry chuckle. His breath smelled of booze and cheap dollar store cigarettes and it was disgusting.

"Millions of dollars are spent for you buy stuff you think, will make your kids happy. You think you're doing what's best. Beating or teaching a lesson," he pulled out cigarette, lighting it, "yelling or talking in a stern way. What you think can be god damn wrong,".

Frank was a troubled kid that's easy to see, he'd been threw a lot. Even as kids you could look into his eyes and see his life was shit. He was shit. Everything was shit. I felt attracted to him, because we bother were shit. We were shit together.

"You know, you call me your boyfriend and we haven't gone on that date yet," I say hoping to cheer him up.

"I'm drunk," he says shooting me a glare.

"it's fucking New Jersey there diners everywhere we can get you coffee," I say taking his cigarette throwing it out the window.

"you know you could have started a wild fire Gerard," Frank spat crossing his arms, looking froward.

"I'll plant a god damn tree Frank," I said raising um voice a bit.

"There's no point your just gonna kill it-,".

"um guys," we turn our heads to the back seeing Mikey sitting in the back awkwardly, "can I... Get out," he asked.

"hum yeah Mikes....have a good day," he nods walking out of the car. I move head to the front, so does Frank. We sit thrpere in silence before bursting into fists of laughter.

"he was back there the whole damn time," Frank said before tears fell out of his eyes. I laid in my head in the steering wheel, before accidentally hitting the horn.

"hey you too calm it down," someone yells from across the street from us from the houses.

"fuck,".

I drive away calming down from what just happened.

Frank turns up the radio a bit listening to whatever shits on at the moment, as I drive to an old diner my dad used to work at. I feel a hand rest on my thigh rubbing circles with his thumb. I smile looking down at his hand in my leg.

"Now don't get away hard on me princess," he says. I look over at his smirk. I roll my eyes pulling into the small place. I park, stopping the car before exiting. Frank does the same trying he best to walk straight.

I put my arm around his waist, "come lets go and get you sober Frank-,". I stopped myself before saying Frankie.

He stopped walking turning to me, "where you about to call me Frankie,".

"n-no,"'I say quickly. He raises his eyebrow, "in a cutesy way- like how you call me gee. It's like that," I try to reassure him.

He shrugges," okay then. But don't call me that in front of people at school. I don't want anyone calling me that other than you," he says continuing to walk before falling on his ass. I chuckle, picking him up bridal style, "who's the god damn princess now," I mutter to myself.

He pouts, and I stop before the door, kissing him. "Come on let's sober you up so we can have some vomit free sex," I say dropping him. He flips me off before entering the place.

I sigh to myself, "millions," I say beofre walking in to the diner.

Notes

It's kinda just a filler. My mom had a baby and oml it was weird.

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