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A Mile and Black Houses
8 ReviewsWell, here's my next chapter! Hope you guys like it! Sorry for the shit chapter title! Please read rate and review Ficwadians!
A/N: Well, I decided to continue my one-shot and turn it into a story. I really hope it doesn't turn to shit and disappoint, seeing as my one-shot went green. Tel me if you like it please!
Oh, and who here wathches The Big Bang Theory? I love that show! Total epicness!
Sorry, fixed a few typos, I hate seeing them xP
Piercings
Chapter 2
I was ecstatic, my Cheshire smile probably showing it. I even walked home, and mind you, it’s a five-mile walk. I’m not exactly in great physical condition, but it was worth it. Frank and I texted each other the whole time I was walking. Apparently, it’s not such a great idea to do so, but hey. You’d risk being run-over if you were texting this gorgeous man.
Right? Or is it just me.
It better be, or else I’ll bust a cap in that person’s ass.
Well that’s a bit much, but it seems like Frank’s mine as of right now.
Or am I his?
Hopefully I’ll find out soon enough.
Anyways, my phone buzzed again, and I quickly unlocked it, excited to read what Frank had texted me back.
I hope he preferred Pepsi to Coke.
My fingers fumbled a bit, until I finally got my screen to unlock. But instead of a text from the hot Frankie, it was a text from my brother.
“Heyy Gee…. Are u ok? Or did you faint and are in a emergency room or sumthin? I know how scared u are of needles…. :P”
Maybe I’ll have some fun with him.
“Actually Mikey, yuhr right. Some dude was just about to pierce me, and then I passed out….. they sed I hit my head on something, had to get a few stitches. Don’t worry tho, I’m walking home right now :D”
I smiled as I slipped my phone back into my pocket. Frank still hasn’t answered my question though. I’ve learned a lot about him already; playing 21 questions with him is interesting. So far, I’ve learned that he plays guitar, has all kinds of tattoos, he writes music, loves Skittles, and he comes from a family of musicians.
I swear that this guy is fucking amazing.
It was getting rather dark now; the streetlights were beginning to turn on. Everyone knows that walking through the streets of New Jersey around this time is never a good idea. Picking up my pace, I still had about a mile to go. As I crossed the street, I felt my phone vibrate once again.
It was from Frank.
“Oh! I love Pepsi! Hey, are u walking home rite now? Like on May St.? -Frankiestein xoxo”
Hell yeah! Frank knows what soda it’s all about! Weird though…. How did he know what street I was walking down?
Pressing the reply button, I wrote back:
“Umm.. yea, I’m walking down May St. How do you know? – Gee xoxo”
I put my phone away again, and continued down the street. As I was walking, I heard a horn honk. Turning, I saw a small Honda roll up near me.
Oh shit, was it some weirdo trying to kidnap me?
I don’t know karate.
Or tai-kwon-do.
Tensing up, I took a deep breath as the stranger rolled down his window.
Oh. It was Frank. I really should have expected that actually. I mean, he did know what street I was on after all. Smiling, I looked at him, resting his arm on the rolled-down window.
Really, this guy makes his beat-up Honda look attractive.
“Hey.” Frank smirked. “You need a ride home?” He looked around the street. “It’s kinda dark, and this street is kinda lonely. I wouldn’t want your cute ass to get hurt.”
He thought I was cute? Awesome!
God, I sound like a damn teenager sometimes. But seriously, I don’t really care. Never felt all lovey-dovey during school, might as well make up for lost time.
“Erm…” I blushed. “Yeah, sure.” Frank really didn’t know how much I’ve gotten to like him in these few hours. Seriously, I never would have thought to fallen so hard. It might sound like some cliché romantic comedy or something, but I don’t mind.
“Well then hop in.” He unlocked the passenger door for me and pushed it open. “Nice and comfy seat for you right here.” He patted the seat, and I could see little dust particles rise up.
Passing in front of the car, I slid into the passenger seat. It actually was comfortable, I could really get used to sitting here.
Frank turned the engine back on, and Smashing Pumpkins blasted throughout the car.
“So where do you live?” Frank yelled over the music.
“Just about a mile away. On Manchester Avenue!” I yelled back. Just as I finished talking, I felt my phone vibrate.
“Rilly! I’m so sorry bro, didn’t mean for that to happen! Hurry home, I’m hungry… But did you still get the piercing??”
Well, what a caring brother I have. I’ll have to make sure to make something horrible for dinner. Like cabbage soup or something. I’m sure Mikey will enjoy that.
Snapping out of my thoughts, I realized I hadn't spoken to Frankie here. He turned the volume down and asked, “So which house do you live in?”
We were already down my street, I hadn’t even noticed. I really hope Frank didn’t think I meant to ignore him the whole drive here.
We cruised down the street, until we came up to a small house. Which was painted black.
Yes, Mikey and I live in a black house. And I love it.
“This house right here.” I smiled, excited and anxious to find out what Frank thought of my humble abode.
His eyes lit up. “Really! That’s so bad-ass! Never seen a black house before Gee.” He was about to say something else, but stopped himself short.
“What?” I askied.
“I was thinkin’ if maybe I could see the inside?” He looked at me with puppy dog eyes as he shut off the engine.
“You do know I live with my brother right?” I raised my eyebrow up at him, a habit I acquired thanks to said brother. It would be a danger to Frank’s life if I introduced him to Mikey.
“Yeah, you told me that. I’d love to meet the dude who made you get a piercing.” He pleaded. Frank put his legs on the driver’s seat and clasped his hands together, kind of like a beggar in those old timey movies.
“Well…” I drawled. "First I have to warn you of what he is capable of."
"Shoot." he smiled at me. "I'm ready for whatever you got Gee."
"Okay then." I turned to face him, he's in for a whole lot of shit.
"First thing you should know: Don't tell Mikey that unicorns are not real." I said with a stern look.
Frank looked at me a few seconds before he burst out laughing. "How old is Mikey exactly?" he choked out in between laughs.
"20, three years younger than I am. Why?" Surely Frank didn't think he was 12 or something.
"Really? And he believes in unicorns?" he shook his head in disbelief. "You are two very weird dudes."
"Thanks." I took a moment to remember what else Mikey does. "If he begins talking about hair straighteners, do not interrupt him."
"Why?" Frank looked really confused.
"Just don't."
"O-okay." Frank's facial expression could only be described as bewildered.
"Next, if he offers you coffee, you better fucking take it."
"Erm... okay."
"Seriously, if you don't, he'l launch into this speech stating the benefits of it." Sometimes I become worried about poor little Mikey.
"And if he asks you if you want toast," I lowered my voice. "Do not say you want some."
"Why? Is it that bad?"
"No. It's just that it always gets stuck and he always tries to use a fork to get it out...."
"Mikey is also addicted to Skittles-"
"Like me!" Frank beamed.
"Like you." I smiled. "But do not take his Skittles if he is eating some. Or take any from his stash."
"How will I know it's his stash?"
"It's in the cupboard in a box covered in unicorn stickers with 'Mikey' scrawled over it in green Sharpie."
"Oh." Frank seemed very perplexed about the information I was giving him.
"If you do want some," I told him," take some from my stash."
"How will I know where your stash is?"
"My stash is in a Batman box with 'Gerard' written in red Sharpie." he looked at me with a funny look on his face.
"What?"
"You guys are just really fucking weird."
"And proud of it." I beamed. "Also, Mikey-"
"Got it." He nodded his head and saluted.
"I'm not finished yet!" I told him. "You really need to know this stuff Frankie!"
"I f I do, we'll never step out of this car." he countered, raising his arms in the air.
"Fine, you can meet my disaster of my brother and enter my home.”
“Sweet!” He jumped out the car. “Let’s go then!”
I stepped out the car, even though my seat belt was still on.
Nice move, smartass.
Frank giggled as I finally removed it and stepped out the car. Walking up to him, he clasped my hand and began skipping towards the door.
Time for Frank to meet my brother Mikey.
I hope he doesn’t die.
So, what do you think? Did it suck? I sure think it did, but you guys wanted it, so there you have it. xD Are you excited that Frank is gonna meet Mikey? rate and review please! Thoose things make me so damn happy! xD
Oh, and who here wathches The Big Bang Theory? I love that show! Total epicness!
Sorry, fixed a few typos, I hate seeing them xP
Piercings
Chapter 2
I was ecstatic, my Cheshire smile probably showing it. I even walked home, and mind you, it’s a five-mile walk. I’m not exactly in great physical condition, but it was worth it. Frank and I texted each other the whole time I was walking. Apparently, it’s not such a great idea to do so, but hey. You’d risk being run-over if you were texting this gorgeous man.
Right? Or is it just me.
It better be, or else I’ll bust a cap in that person’s ass.
Well that’s a bit much, but it seems like Frank’s mine as of right now.
Or am I his?
Hopefully I’ll find out soon enough.
Anyways, my phone buzzed again, and I quickly unlocked it, excited to read what Frank had texted me back.
I hope he preferred Pepsi to Coke.
My fingers fumbled a bit, until I finally got my screen to unlock. But instead of a text from the hot Frankie, it was a text from my brother.
“Heyy Gee…. Are u ok? Or did you faint and are in a emergency room or sumthin? I know how scared u are of needles…. :P”
Maybe I’ll have some fun with him.
“Actually Mikey, yuhr right. Some dude was just about to pierce me, and then I passed out….. they sed I hit my head on something, had to get a few stitches. Don’t worry tho, I’m walking home right now :D”
I smiled as I slipped my phone back into my pocket. Frank still hasn’t answered my question though. I’ve learned a lot about him already; playing 21 questions with him is interesting. So far, I’ve learned that he plays guitar, has all kinds of tattoos, he writes music, loves Skittles, and he comes from a family of musicians.
I swear that this guy is fucking amazing.
It was getting rather dark now; the streetlights were beginning to turn on. Everyone knows that walking through the streets of New Jersey around this time is never a good idea. Picking up my pace, I still had about a mile to go. As I crossed the street, I felt my phone vibrate once again.
It was from Frank.
“Oh! I love Pepsi! Hey, are u walking home rite now? Like on May St.? -Frankiestein xoxo”
Hell yeah! Frank knows what soda it’s all about! Weird though…. How did he know what street I was walking down?
Pressing the reply button, I wrote back:
“Umm.. yea, I’m walking down May St. How do you know? – Gee xoxo”
I put my phone away again, and continued down the street. As I was walking, I heard a horn honk. Turning, I saw a small Honda roll up near me.
Oh shit, was it some weirdo trying to kidnap me?
I don’t know karate.
Or tai-kwon-do.
Tensing up, I took a deep breath as the stranger rolled down his window.
Oh. It was Frank. I really should have expected that actually. I mean, he did know what street I was on after all. Smiling, I looked at him, resting his arm on the rolled-down window.
Really, this guy makes his beat-up Honda look attractive.
“Hey.” Frank smirked. “You need a ride home?” He looked around the street. “It’s kinda dark, and this street is kinda lonely. I wouldn’t want your cute ass to get hurt.”
He thought I was cute? Awesome!
God, I sound like a damn teenager sometimes. But seriously, I don’t really care. Never felt all lovey-dovey during school, might as well make up for lost time.
“Erm…” I blushed. “Yeah, sure.” Frank really didn’t know how much I’ve gotten to like him in these few hours. Seriously, I never would have thought to fallen so hard. It might sound like some cliché romantic comedy or something, but I don’t mind.
“Well then hop in.” He unlocked the passenger door for me and pushed it open. “Nice and comfy seat for you right here.” He patted the seat, and I could see little dust particles rise up.
Passing in front of the car, I slid into the passenger seat. It actually was comfortable, I could really get used to sitting here.
Frank turned the engine back on, and Smashing Pumpkins blasted throughout the car.
“So where do you live?” Frank yelled over the music.
“Just about a mile away. On Manchester Avenue!” I yelled back. Just as I finished talking, I felt my phone vibrate.
“Rilly! I’m so sorry bro, didn’t mean for that to happen! Hurry home, I’m hungry… But did you still get the piercing??”
Well, what a caring brother I have. I’ll have to make sure to make something horrible for dinner. Like cabbage soup or something. I’m sure Mikey will enjoy that.
Snapping out of my thoughts, I realized I hadn't spoken to Frankie here. He turned the volume down and asked, “So which house do you live in?”
We were already down my street, I hadn’t even noticed. I really hope Frank didn’t think I meant to ignore him the whole drive here.
We cruised down the street, until we came up to a small house. Which was painted black.
Yes, Mikey and I live in a black house. And I love it.
“This house right here.” I smiled, excited and anxious to find out what Frank thought of my humble abode.
His eyes lit up. “Really! That’s so bad-ass! Never seen a black house before Gee.” He was about to say something else, but stopped himself short.
“What?” I askied.
“I was thinkin’ if maybe I could see the inside?” He looked at me with puppy dog eyes as he shut off the engine.
“You do know I live with my brother right?” I raised my eyebrow up at him, a habit I acquired thanks to said brother. It would be a danger to Frank’s life if I introduced him to Mikey.
“Yeah, you told me that. I’d love to meet the dude who made you get a piercing.” He pleaded. Frank put his legs on the driver’s seat and clasped his hands together, kind of like a beggar in those old timey movies.
“Well…” I drawled. "First I have to warn you of what he is capable of."
"Shoot." he smiled at me. "I'm ready for whatever you got Gee."
"Okay then." I turned to face him, he's in for a whole lot of shit.
"First thing you should know: Don't tell Mikey that unicorns are not real." I said with a stern look.
Frank looked at me a few seconds before he burst out laughing. "How old is Mikey exactly?" he choked out in between laughs.
"20, three years younger than I am. Why?" Surely Frank didn't think he was 12 or something.
"Really? And he believes in unicorns?" he shook his head in disbelief. "You are two very weird dudes."
"Thanks." I took a moment to remember what else Mikey does. "If he begins talking about hair straighteners, do not interrupt him."
"Why?" Frank looked really confused.
"Just don't."
"O-okay." Frank's facial expression could only be described as bewildered.
"Next, if he offers you coffee, you better fucking take it."
"Erm... okay."
"Seriously, if you don't, he'l launch into this speech stating the benefits of it." Sometimes I become worried about poor little Mikey.
"And if he asks you if you want toast," I lowered my voice. "Do not say you want some."
"Why? Is it that bad?"
"No. It's just that it always gets stuck and he always tries to use a fork to get it out...."
"Mikey is also addicted to Skittles-"
"Like me!" Frank beamed.
"Like you." I smiled. "But do not take his Skittles if he is eating some. Or take any from his stash."
"How will I know it's his stash?"
"It's in the cupboard in a box covered in unicorn stickers with 'Mikey' scrawled over it in green Sharpie."
"Oh." Frank seemed very perplexed about the information I was giving him.
"If you do want some," I told him," take some from my stash."
"How will I know where your stash is?"
"My stash is in a Batman box with 'Gerard' written in red Sharpie." he looked at me with a funny look on his face.
"What?"
"You guys are just really fucking weird."
"And proud of it." I beamed. "Also, Mikey-"
"Got it." He nodded his head and saluted.
"I'm not finished yet!" I told him. "You really need to know this stuff Frankie!"
"I f I do, we'll never step out of this car." he countered, raising his arms in the air.
"Fine, you can meet my disaster of my brother and enter my home.”
“Sweet!” He jumped out the car. “Let’s go then!”
I stepped out the car, even though my seat belt was still on.
Nice move, smartass.
Frank giggled as I finally removed it and stepped out the car. Walking up to him, he clasped my hand and began skipping towards the door.
Time for Frank to meet my brother Mikey.
I hope he doesn’t die.
So, what do you think? Did it suck? I sure think it did, but you guys wanted it, so there you have it. xD Are you excited that Frank is gonna meet Mikey? rate and review please! Thoose things make me so damn happy! xD
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