Frank dragged himself up to his feet and moved his hair from his eyes so that he might be able to see. He took his phone out and checked the time.
"Shit." He whispered to himself, "I'm over 40 minutes late."
He hit Al's number into his phone keypad and stood impatiently, shifting from leg to leg as the repetitive humming noise continued until it ended.
"Eyup!" The voice mail began, "Seems like ya man Al is a little busy at 'oment. Leave a message afta beep thing if you really wanna speak. Wait for wait for it...."
Frank heard the long beep rattle out of his phone, the loud noise running through his his quiet mind made him jump. He switched his phone off deciding that it was no use and came to the conclusion that he'd have to go and find Al for himself.

He ran. He just kept on running down the road. The darkness swirling in around him and almost consuming him as his legs became a blur. Though he was out of breathe Frank still ran, noticing as the houses became less shabbier and shady. He slowed his pace a little as he began passing a few more people who gave him odd glances. Frank checked behind, scared shitless that for a split second he saw a red-haired man running after him, a knife shining in his hand. Although, when Frank looked again he saw no such thing.
He reached the quaint little restaurant in no time, pausing for a second to try and find Al but decided it would be better if he actually went inside. He stepped through the door, the red of his cheeks being hidden by the dim lighting. The entire place smelt of spices that mingled through the air, and if Frank wasn't constantly looking for his boyfriend then he might of appreciated them.

"Excuse me." A waitress approached the human, who stood still, glaring at all of those sat down at the small tables. "Can I help you?"
"Um. Yes. Actually." Frank spoke, a little surprised that it was possible for someone to help him after what he'd just been through. "I'm looking for my partner Al. He said he'd got us a table at 8 and well....I'm a little late."
"Al?" She whispered, looking onto the computer screen, "oh yes! I remember him, he sat by himself for a while waiting for you."
"Well...where is he now?" Asked Frank.
"Oh..." She replied walking away, "he left a while ago. Looked pretty upset if you ask me."
Frank bolted out of the door, heading for where he suspected Al to most likely be.

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He reached the road quickly. Though he was out of breathe and red faced from exhaustion Frank blundered through the darkness until he reached the bottom floor apartment that he and Al shared. He tried his best to run up to the door and knock desperately on the door but fell to the floor when he collided with something that was blocking the doorway.
"What the hell?" He whispered to himself, getting back up from the floor to peer at what he had tripped over.
A gigantic suitcase filled with Franks belongings stood in front of him, along with his guitar case and carrier bags filled with the extras.
Frank looked confused as he peered through all of his stuff and wondered why on earth it was on the doorstep of their apartment. It was only then that he noticed the sheet of lined paper addressed to him. He picked up the sheet of paper and unfolded it gently, mumbling the words on the sheet to himself:

Hey frank. Here's your stuff. Ta da! Took me a while to pack it all away neatly for you. You know? Because I actually care about you and your feelings though I don't seem to mean a thing to you. Things probably seem perfect from your eyes though, maybe you're just too blind to catch my feelings or maybe understand my needs. A relationships supposed to be fair, and I don't think it's very fair when one half is cheating on the other. When one half would rather spend time with another man over his boyfriend. Yeah, I've seen the way you and Joel look at each other, how he's always dragging you away from me for your 'secret little jobs' which you can't tell me anything about. And tonight: I had planned that for months, I had arranged the meal and a fancy bed & breakfast to stay in over night, because after a year I thought that I might actually mean something to you. But No. Because you was with Joel instead. I understand, and for now I think it's best if we spend sometime apart. Goodbye Frankie.
-Al


Frank broke down in tears, and though he beat his hands against the door and pleaded to be let in he wasn't getting anywhere.
"But Al!" He cried sinking to the floor, "you mean so much to me! Don't do this please! Don't leave me."

Notes

Hi. Hope this was okay and not boring. And sorry, I can never think of names for chapters, oops. But thank you all for reading. :) x
-Lou