Pedicone leaves, Frerard is reborn.
"SHIT! Where'd Pansy go?" Frank yelled, throwing stuff around, looking for his favorite guitar.
"Hell if I know!" Jamia replied, rolling her eyes.
"GREAAAT!" Frank practically yelled with a sarcastic tone.
"Why don't you text one of the guys?" Jamia asked, handing Frank her phone.
First number Frank dialed was Gerard's.
"Gee, have you seen Pansy?"
"Last time we saw Pansy was at your house." Gerard said. "Why?"
Frank frowned, shaking his head he replied "I can't find her."
"Whatever, bye" Frank said throwing a little attitude.
Jamia frowned. "Hey, don't get all pissy, We can get you a new guitar."
Frank silently gasped to himself at what she had said.
Pansy has been Frank's guitar since he was 11 years old, Frank loved Pansy.
"NO GUITAR CAN REPLACE PANSY!" Frank yelled, leaving the room, he needed to rest.
Being a new parent to twins was hard work and was really getting to him, luckily the kids were gone for a while at the babysitter's.
I would go on, but I'm reaaaally tired.