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"Iero," the guard called gruffly from the hallway, waking Frank up. He groaned. Who in their right mind was visiting him this early? He slouched over to the door and walked out, yawning, to see his guest.
"Where're you goin'?" the guard asked. Frank looked at him quizzically. The guard handed him an official-looking manila envelope and walked off. Frank gazed sleepily at his mail for a moment before realizing what it was. His heart raced and he rushed back into his cell, fingers trembling as he slit open the envelope. He took out the paper and skimmed his eyes over the document, skipping the official stuff and looking for his trial results. He found it and his heart stopped.
"YES!" He jumped up, pumping his fist into the air and waking Gabe.
"What the fuck..." his cellmate mumbled.
"I'm getting out! I'm getting out! I can go home! Fuck yes!" Frank danced excitedly around the room, spinning and twirling and singing his freedom to the world.
"Really? Scott-free?"
"Well," Frank glanced back at the paper. "I have to do 20 hours of community service, and it stays on my record, but still!"
"That's great, Frankie..." Gabe said, somewhat less than excited for his friend. Frank stopped.
"What's wrong?"
Gabe shrugged. "Nothing. I guess I'm just gonna miss having a cellmate..." he said.
"Yeah..." Frank said, his mood dampening a little. "But you can call me when you get out, right?"
"Yeah, I guess..." Gabe got back into his bunk and turned over, giving Frank the hint to leave, which he did.
He walked around, not quite sure what to do. Should he go back to the cell and gather his things? Was he supposed to meet someone? In the end, after a few laps around the facility, he went back to his cell. Gabe had left, meaning Frank was pretty much in the same position as before: alone and bored.
Before long, he heard a knock on the door. He looked around, wondering if he was meant to open it or just tell them to come in. He cracked open the door and looked out to see a young-ish woman in a skirt-suit, peering at him curiously. "Hello?" she checked her clipboard. "Frank?"
He nodded. She walked into the room and looked around for a minute. "Do you have your things together?"
"Erm...what?"
"Your things? The possessions you came here with. Clothes, shoes, anything like that?"
"Well...they took my clothes when I got here..."
"Alright," she said, turning to leave. "Come with me, then--"
"Wait!" Frank said, and she gave him a look. "You wouldn't happen to have a pen and paper, would you? I just need to tell my cellmate something..."
She glanced at a Rolex on her wrist, sighed, and took a sheet of paper and a fountain pen off of the clipboard, handing them to Frank. He quickly scribbled his cell number on the paper, then, as an afterthought, wrote, "Gabe, sorry I had to leave before getting to say goodbye. Call me when you get out, I wanna keep in touch. Love--Frank," with that, he set the paper on the desk where he would be sure to see it and walked out with the social worker.
It all happened in a whirlwind. Frank's things were handed to him, he was whisked into a sleek black car and driven to the police station, his mother picked him up, and soon he was home. As though in a daze, Frank walked up the stairs to his room. He collapsed on his bed for the first time in over a month, sighing deeply and relaxing. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand where his mother had left it and checked. Text from Mikey.
"Hey bud, call me when you get home!"
Frank decided to do Mikey one better. "I'm going to Mikey's!" he called to his Mom as he ran out the door. He ran all the way to the Way household, nerves pulsing in his veins. He knocked and waited, hoping that Mikey would answer, and not...
The door opened, and there stood Mikey. Tall, slim, adorable Mikey, looking just as rumpled and messily put-together as ever. Frank smiled widely.
"Frankie-boy!" Mikey tackled Frank with a hug, nearly knocking the smaller boy over. Frank laughed, feeling light-hearted and infinitely happy. "You're out! When did you get out! What's going on!"
"I just got out today, and when I saw your text, I figured I'd come and surprise you," a sheepish smile followed this explanation.
"You little shit! I was gonna come visit you today, too!"
"No longer necessary."
The two hugged again. Frank couldn't have been happier. Talking via phone, through a glass window to Mikey every now and then didn't compare to being able to touch him, smell him, hug him, and just being able to look him in the eyes.
They walked into the house and sat down on the couch, talking. After about a half hour, Mikey looked at his watch and gasped.
"Shit!" He jumped up and scrambled around the room, grabbing his coat and keys while saying: "Shit! Frank, I'm sorry, I told Alicia I'd meet her at the museum, I've gotta go! I'm so sorry. I'll call you later, and we can hang out and watch horror movies, okay?"
Frank stood up to leave, feeling the jealousy biting at the back of his mind again. Alicia, he though bitterly. Just as he was about to walk out, Gerard walked into the room.
He stopped short when he saw Frank. He glanced down, examining an invisible spot on his shoes to avoid looking at the younger boy. "Hey Frank," he mumbled.
"Gerard," Frank said curtly, still thinking sourly about being ditched by Mikey for Alicia, and not even noticing Gerard's bashfullness.
"Well..." Mikey said, unsure, sensing some tension. "I gotta go. Bye, guys," and he was out the door, and the two that were left heard his engine in the driveway, and it got fainter and fainter as he drove away.
And silence. Frank was sulking, and Gerard was pondering his next move. Walk out? He could just leave, Frank would probably take the hint and go back home...Maybe he should try to talk to him? No, what did they have to talk about? The fact that Gerard had been foolish and loose-jawed, unleashing his deepest feelings on Frank when he obviously didn't feel the same way? Okay, Gerard, he thought to himself. Just get out. Nearest escape? Window? Front door?
"Gerard?" Frank's voice interrupted the older boy's thoughts.
"Hmm?"
"I think we maybe need to talk."
Gerard looked up. This was it, the moment of truth. He could totally just walk out, order the other kid out of his house, tell him that he had nothing to talk to him about...
"Well..." he said, measuring his words carefully. "I'm listening."
Dude, I am so tired. Literally: exhausted. I've been at school until 10 or later all week working on the musical (PERSONALS: A Comedy Review), and everyone working on it got excused from school all day. That's right: Be Jealous. So I'm at home, and I figured that, instead of catching up on some much-needed sleep, I'd update. I'm awesome, right? I know. Okay. Well, I'm gonna go sleep...NOW. Okay. Comment. OverAndOutxx
"Where're you goin'?" the guard asked. Frank looked at him quizzically. The guard handed him an official-looking manila envelope and walked off. Frank gazed sleepily at his mail for a moment before realizing what it was. His heart raced and he rushed back into his cell, fingers trembling as he slit open the envelope. He took out the paper and skimmed his eyes over the document, skipping the official stuff and looking for his trial results. He found it and his heart stopped.
"YES!" He jumped up, pumping his fist into the air and waking Gabe.
"What the fuck..." his cellmate mumbled.
"I'm getting out! I'm getting out! I can go home! Fuck yes!" Frank danced excitedly around the room, spinning and twirling and singing his freedom to the world.
"Really? Scott-free?"
"Well," Frank glanced back at the paper. "I have to do 20 hours of community service, and it stays on my record, but still!"
"That's great, Frankie..." Gabe said, somewhat less than excited for his friend. Frank stopped.
"What's wrong?"
Gabe shrugged. "Nothing. I guess I'm just gonna miss having a cellmate..." he said.
"Yeah..." Frank said, his mood dampening a little. "But you can call me when you get out, right?"
"Yeah, I guess..." Gabe got back into his bunk and turned over, giving Frank the hint to leave, which he did.
He walked around, not quite sure what to do. Should he go back to the cell and gather his things? Was he supposed to meet someone? In the end, after a few laps around the facility, he went back to his cell. Gabe had left, meaning Frank was pretty much in the same position as before: alone and bored.
Before long, he heard a knock on the door. He looked around, wondering if he was meant to open it or just tell them to come in. He cracked open the door and looked out to see a young-ish woman in a skirt-suit, peering at him curiously. "Hello?" she checked her clipboard. "Frank?"
He nodded. She walked into the room and looked around for a minute. "Do you have your things together?"
"Erm...what?"
"Your things? The possessions you came here with. Clothes, shoes, anything like that?"
"Well...they took my clothes when I got here..."
"Alright," she said, turning to leave. "Come with me, then--"
"Wait!" Frank said, and she gave him a look. "You wouldn't happen to have a pen and paper, would you? I just need to tell my cellmate something..."
She glanced at a Rolex on her wrist, sighed, and took a sheet of paper and a fountain pen off of the clipboard, handing them to Frank. He quickly scribbled his cell number on the paper, then, as an afterthought, wrote, "Gabe, sorry I had to leave before getting to say goodbye. Call me when you get out, I wanna keep in touch. Love--Frank," with that, he set the paper on the desk where he would be sure to see it and walked out with the social worker.
It all happened in a whirlwind. Frank's things were handed to him, he was whisked into a sleek black car and driven to the police station, his mother picked him up, and soon he was home. As though in a daze, Frank walked up the stairs to his room. He collapsed on his bed for the first time in over a month, sighing deeply and relaxing. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand where his mother had left it and checked. Text from Mikey.
"Hey bud, call me when you get home!"
Frank decided to do Mikey one better. "I'm going to Mikey's!" he called to his Mom as he ran out the door. He ran all the way to the Way household, nerves pulsing in his veins. He knocked and waited, hoping that Mikey would answer, and not...
The door opened, and there stood Mikey. Tall, slim, adorable Mikey, looking just as rumpled and messily put-together as ever. Frank smiled widely.
"Frankie-boy!" Mikey tackled Frank with a hug, nearly knocking the smaller boy over. Frank laughed, feeling light-hearted and infinitely happy. "You're out! When did you get out! What's going on!"
"I just got out today, and when I saw your text, I figured I'd come and surprise you," a sheepish smile followed this explanation.
"You little shit! I was gonna come visit you today, too!"
"No longer necessary."
The two hugged again. Frank couldn't have been happier. Talking via phone, through a glass window to Mikey every now and then didn't compare to being able to touch him, smell him, hug him, and just being able to look him in the eyes.
They walked into the house and sat down on the couch, talking. After about a half hour, Mikey looked at his watch and gasped.
"Shit!" He jumped up and scrambled around the room, grabbing his coat and keys while saying: "Shit! Frank, I'm sorry, I told Alicia I'd meet her at the museum, I've gotta go! I'm so sorry. I'll call you later, and we can hang out and watch horror movies, okay?"
Frank stood up to leave, feeling the jealousy biting at the back of his mind again. Alicia, he though bitterly. Just as he was about to walk out, Gerard walked into the room.
He stopped short when he saw Frank. He glanced down, examining an invisible spot on his shoes to avoid looking at the younger boy. "Hey Frank," he mumbled.
"Gerard," Frank said curtly, still thinking sourly about being ditched by Mikey for Alicia, and not even noticing Gerard's bashfullness.
"Well..." Mikey said, unsure, sensing some tension. "I gotta go. Bye, guys," and he was out the door, and the two that were left heard his engine in the driveway, and it got fainter and fainter as he drove away.
And silence. Frank was sulking, and Gerard was pondering his next move. Walk out? He could just leave, Frank would probably take the hint and go back home...Maybe he should try to talk to him? No, what did they have to talk about? The fact that Gerard had been foolish and loose-jawed, unleashing his deepest feelings on Frank when he obviously didn't feel the same way? Okay, Gerard, he thought to himself. Just get out. Nearest escape? Window? Front door?
"Gerard?" Frank's voice interrupted the older boy's thoughts.
"Hmm?"
"I think we maybe need to talk."
Gerard looked up. This was it, the moment of truth. He could totally just walk out, order the other kid out of his house, tell him that he had nothing to talk to him about...
"Well..." he said, measuring his words carefully. "I'm listening."
Dude, I am so tired. Literally: exhausted. I've been at school until 10 or later all week working on the musical (PERSONALS: A Comedy Review), and everyone working on it got excused from school all day. That's right: Be Jealous. So I'm at home, and I figured that, instead of catching up on some much-needed sleep, I'd update. I'm awesome, right? I know. Okay. Well, I'm gonna go sleep...NOW. Okay. Comment. OverAndOutxx
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