Creative Misspellings and Rude Introductions

Frank went home that day with anxiety he never knew he had.

He never thought a man almost as small as him, and if anything, squishier- Could make his heart skip in fear like he had. But here he was, laying on his couch as 3 in the morning, still fearing the next day. The movie blared in the background, cheesy horror-movie screams piercing the silence. He sighed, standing up and stretching his arms behind his back, yawning loudly. He started humming happily, muting the TV and trudging tiredly to the kitchen. He started singing. It was a song by one of his best friends, (and rival bandmates) Dallon.

"You think, you think, you're pretty smart! But I can cause a little pain. She wraps the cord around her arm, tries hard to find that little vein!" Despite all the hatefully sarcastic comments he threw, he loved that song. It might've been obvious, too.

Frank started rummaging through the cabinets, singing and humming and tapping his feet. He found a bag of popcorn and grinned. He placed it in the microwave, careful not to break the bag, and started the timer. He leaned against the counter, propping his elbows up against the marble and cupping his jaw in his hands. He smiled lightly when he heard the first few pops, and the snaps began a rhythm. One hand dropped to his thigh, where he began tapping to the pops. His other hands drummed a riff on the counter, the pitch only by how hard he hit, and he had a song going.

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