And if she said so, that would change it all. If she said so...
YOU NO LIKEY MY JOKES, YOU NO READ, THAT'S HOW IT GOES, OKEY?
GET IT SRAIGHT.
....Calm yourself. Your readers are not offended by the word mortal.
This chapter is away from the main plot line, and I thought it'd be good to make everybody wait for Gerards answer to Franks little show in the last chapter.
Girls can be just as laidback/cool as guys can be.
Title from Motorpsycho
Romy put down her cracked phone, finally giving up at trying to contact her friend, Frank.
It had been almost a week, and Frank usually called every day to make sure she was getting through life OK. He was like that; after all, they had been friends since something near birth. "Friends thick and through, and I'm never going to be done with you." was their motto, and as fruity as it seemed, it was true. It meant to them an eternal friendship.
Fuck death, right?" she smiled.
"Fuck it." Frank had responded with a similar smile.
But that was years ago. Now that Romy had moved after her parents split up six years ago, being friends seemed harder and harder. Time zones were a bitch, so was school, along with the fact that Frank seemed to go on never-ending chains of being grounded for months.
"Friends...," Romy murmured. "I thought people would be more caring."
Romy was three years older than Frank, and by sisterly-like love, she was worried. She was extremely protective of Frank, and if anybody messed with him, far away or not, she would make sure there would be Hell to answer to. Hell being her rage, if we're going to be specific.
She ran her fingers through her hair, which turned out to not be one of her brilliant ideas. Her fingers caught on the various knots and tangles that were throughout her long, dirty blonde hair. Sometimes she wished she had the guts to hack it off short, but it was too much to part with after all this time.
Her phone let out a short series of vibes as she was staring at her hand, which was now stuck in already-mentioned hair. She tore it out, along with a nice fistful of blonde silk, and grabbed her phone. One thing only leads to the next.
Her phone slid out of her grip and landed in her ever-present fishbowl.
"AW, MAN. I JUST GOT A TEXT AND YOU DO THAT?!?!" she shrieked.
Flying off her bed (or sliding ungracefully, either one works), she dipped her hand into icy fish waters, and retrieved her purple-cased cell phone.
what is it with Jude and the colour purple?
oh idk maybe because MY HAIR'S PURPLE
Wiping it off with the long sleeve of her drab green shirt, she prayed silently in her head that she would still be able to view the message.
Which she could.
Frankster: Yeah, don't get ur panties in a twist, Im fine.
"Well, thank God." she said out-loud, without meaning to.
She found her keyboard still worked, hallelujah.
You: Wtf have you been?!? You havent called 4evr (wtf being 'where the eff' yes child appropriation OH)
Now, curiosity consumed her mind; not one bit of her wasn't taken up by it. Where had he been? Was he okay? How was his mom? What happened to that girl he met at the rock show? All thoughts were interrupted by an almost immediate response from Frank.
Frankster: Lots to tell little time to tell it Im sorta in the hospital rite now so uh try not to get worried like u always do Im fine really theres this great guy here too we go to the same school and everything
Romy called him after reading the message.
"Hey, stop staring at me man!" Frank answered his phone with.
"Uh..." Romy said, uncertain.
"Oh, not you Romes, my friend Gerard over here."
"WHY...ARE YOU IN....THE HOS...PIT...AL?!?!" She spit out, each syllable making a lasting trip in Franks ear.
"Geez, tone it down sista. I can tell you when I can get out This Is The Best Day Ever popped into my head of this place. I ain't staying forever, I'll probably get out tomorrow."
"But I wan-"
"Long story short, old Gramps took a visit to my house. He didn't return to wherever else he was headed afterwards."
"....Wut?" was her intelligent reply.
"MY GRAMPS. IS. GONE. FOREVER. LIKE, HE KINDA FLIED OUT THE WINDOWS."
"I don't think flied is a word, Frank."
"It is now."
"I BELIEVE I CAN FLIED----!"
"Shut up!" screeched Frank. There were plenty of giggles in his short sentence, but only Lord knows how much he hated that song.
"HAHAHA YOU LOVE THAT SONG, DON'T YOU? OH, REMEMBER THE GAMES AND DANCES WE USED TO DO TO THAT? And you ALWAYS sang it when I pushed you on the swing, and then you tried flying and then your leg broke...."
"Fun times, fun times."
"Right? So, tell me, what's up with your roomie?"
"Oh, him?" Frank said, then whispering, "He's nothing...nothing but my HEART." with an outburst on the last word.
"Now now now. I said heart, not fart."
"Fart? Who said anything about farts? Or farting, for that matter."
"Can you just...accept it?"
"That I like guys, you know. Gay?" he whispered again.
"Well, yes, of course."
"Only if you said so would I be happy."
She could almost see Frank smiling over the phone.
"I'm happy you can identify it, bro. YOU CAME OUT OF TA CLOSET! WOO! PAR---TAY!"
"Nerdeharhar, I'm shitting rainbows now."
"Taste the rainbow!"
"Okay, now that's just gross..."
"Which is why it's FUNNY!"
After a series of seemingly pointless conversations about nothing in particular that lasted 3 hours, Frank decided to end the call. In Pennsylvania, it was an hour ahead of where Romy lived, over in Minnesota. All Romy could do after they said their "goodnights" and "I love you like no homo oh wait looooool"'s was giggle.
Little brothers were too fucking awesome.