"Fuck Tart!" i yelled out...no puppy came running into the kitchen "Fuck Tart!" i yelled again..and still no Fuck Tart. i started panicking and ran into the living room
"wheres Frank?!?" i asked Gerard
"upstairs" he replied not taking his eyes off the tv. i ran up the stairs and into Franks room. Frank was asleep on the bed. "Frank! get up!" i yelled at him as i began to pull the covers off him and throw them on the floor
"five more minutes" he mumbled into the pillow. he tried to grab the covers off the floor.
"no Frank...get up now!"
"why?!? i dont wanna" he sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"Fuck Tart is missing...she didnt come to me when i called her to eat" Frank jumped out of bed immediately.
"what?!? our pup-...i mean your puppy is missing?!?" he yelled "what the fuck, Andrea?!?"
"im sorry...i saw her this morning next to you...sleeping...i went downstairs and threw your dirty laundry in the washer. Mikey woke up and told me he was going for a walk. when i came out the laundry room, the back door was-" i stopped and gasped. i ran out the room and across the hall to Mikey's room
"Mikey!" i yelled. Mikey jumped in his chair. he got off his chair and went over to me.
"yeah?!?" he asked
"did you leave the back door open when you went for your walk?!?"
"uhh...i dont remember" he said
"well remember because my dog can be in serious trouble right now!"
"what?!? Fuck Tart is missing?!? i saw her this morning coming out of Franks room. she growled at me...i swear that little dog of yours is evil"
"Mikey stop changing the subject...and shes not evil. she just doesnt like you...or anybody else in this house besides me and-"
"Frank" Mikey finished for me...