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Frank doesn’t come back. I sit in my room for almost an hour…waiting. Eventually my stomach is growling so loud that I decide breakfast is my best bet. Sighing I wander out of my room and downstairs to the kitchen. I find Aunt Donna down there.
“Where’s Frank,” I question.
“Oh, he left.”
“Huh, what did the boys talk about?”
“Just a few things, no need to worry yourself about it,” Donna says handing me a glass of orange juice.
“They were talking about me, weren’t they?”
“Oh honey, they’ve got a lot of things to talk about.”
I watch my aunt quietly. She pulls a bagel out of the toaster, putting a thin layer of cream cheese on it. Donna plates it then hands it to me. I just stare at it, my hunger completely gone.
“I don’t like when people talk about me behind my back,” I respond.
Aunt Donna smiles and ruffles my hair, getting cream cheese on my cheek in the process.
I wipe the cheese off as she puts another bagel in the toaster, completely ignoring my remark. I sigh and start eating my bagel. From the kitchen I can hear Gerard and Mikey coming down the stairs. The two enter the kitchen quietly, plopping their butts down on the counter.
“What did you do?” I ask Gerard and Mikey.
“Nothing,” Gerard replies as he casually steals the bagel off of Aunt Donna’s plate. Mikey has suddenly become very interested in cleaning off his glasses.
“Did you tell him something? Did you send him away?”
“We didn’t do anything,” Mikey answers.
“You guys are pricks.”
I then stomp off back through the kitchen and towards the stairs. I cannot believe those two.
“Amber, bagel!” Aunt Donna shouts after me.
I turn back around, snatch my bagel off the table, mutter “Pricks” one last time and then march back upstairs.
Once in my room I flop down on the bed, picking up my walkie, “Frankie?”
He doesn’t respond. I wait a few minutes before saying his name again; still no response. I feel like I’m about to burst into tears. They told him to leave me alone. They told him he not to come around me anymore.
Sniffing I put the walkie back to my lips, “I love you, Frank.”
He doesn’t answer. A little sob escapes my lips as I put the walkie on my desk. I hate them both. Mikey and Gerard took my Frank away from me.
I wallow in self pity for about an hour before picking up my guitar. Talent show is coming up soon. Since the school didn’t expel me I plan on being in it. I practice my song for a long while. Eventually, unable to put lunch off any longer, I go back downstairs.
Mikey and Gerard are in the living room with Donna. She is watching Lifetime, Mikey has his headphones plugged in, and Gerard is drawing.
“Pricks,” I mumble as I pass by. Gerard only responds with a chuckle. I flip him off before turning around and walking back upstairs. There are saltine crackers in my drawer.
At six I slip into my Converse, pull on the hoddie Frank left at my house and exit my house through the window. I march across the alley, banging on Frank’s back door. Linda, his mother answers much to my disappointment.
“Hi honey,” she says with a bright smile.
“Hi, is Frank home?”
“Oh no, he left a while ago. In truth I’m a little worried. I though he’d be back by now.”
“Do you know where he went?”
“I have no idea. He just said he had to do something and he’d be gone all day.”
My eyes well up with tears, “Okay then. Just um…let him know I came by.”
“Of course, sweetie, is everything okay?”
I only manage a nod before waving goodbye. I’m pathetic. How can I let one boy get me so upset? I already know the answer. It’s cause I’m in love with him and I want so desperately for him to be in love with me too.
“Are we still pricks?” Gerard asks as I re-enter the house, heading towards my room.
I suck in a shaky breath, not wanting to let him see me cry, “Yes.”
“We’ll see,” he answers as I dash upstairs and into my room, slamming the door. I hate both of them.
Note: Enjoy. Oh, and try and guess what song Amber is doing for talent show. I'll give you hints in each note. This one is it's a Paramore song. :) First person who gets it will get something...haven't figured out the prize yet. Haha.
“Where’s Frank,” I question.
“Oh, he left.”
“Huh, what did the boys talk about?”
“Just a few things, no need to worry yourself about it,” Donna says handing me a glass of orange juice.
“They were talking about me, weren’t they?”
“Oh honey, they’ve got a lot of things to talk about.”
I watch my aunt quietly. She pulls a bagel out of the toaster, putting a thin layer of cream cheese on it. Donna plates it then hands it to me. I just stare at it, my hunger completely gone.
“I don’t like when people talk about me behind my back,” I respond.
Aunt Donna smiles and ruffles my hair, getting cream cheese on my cheek in the process.
I wipe the cheese off as she puts another bagel in the toaster, completely ignoring my remark. I sigh and start eating my bagel. From the kitchen I can hear Gerard and Mikey coming down the stairs. The two enter the kitchen quietly, plopping their butts down on the counter.
“What did you do?” I ask Gerard and Mikey.
“Nothing,” Gerard replies as he casually steals the bagel off of Aunt Donna’s plate. Mikey has suddenly become very interested in cleaning off his glasses.
“Did you tell him something? Did you send him away?”
“We didn’t do anything,” Mikey answers.
“You guys are pricks.”
I then stomp off back through the kitchen and towards the stairs. I cannot believe those two.
“Amber, bagel!” Aunt Donna shouts after me.
I turn back around, snatch my bagel off the table, mutter “Pricks” one last time and then march back upstairs.
Once in my room I flop down on the bed, picking up my walkie, “Frankie?”
He doesn’t respond. I wait a few minutes before saying his name again; still no response. I feel like I’m about to burst into tears. They told him to leave me alone. They told him he not to come around me anymore.
Sniffing I put the walkie back to my lips, “I love you, Frank.”
He doesn’t answer. A little sob escapes my lips as I put the walkie on my desk. I hate them both. Mikey and Gerard took my Frank away from me.
I wallow in self pity for about an hour before picking up my guitar. Talent show is coming up soon. Since the school didn’t expel me I plan on being in it. I practice my song for a long while. Eventually, unable to put lunch off any longer, I go back downstairs.
Mikey and Gerard are in the living room with Donna. She is watching Lifetime, Mikey has his headphones plugged in, and Gerard is drawing.
“Pricks,” I mumble as I pass by. Gerard only responds with a chuckle. I flip him off before turning around and walking back upstairs. There are saltine crackers in my drawer.
At six I slip into my Converse, pull on the hoddie Frank left at my house and exit my house through the window. I march across the alley, banging on Frank’s back door. Linda, his mother answers much to my disappointment.
“Hi honey,” she says with a bright smile.
“Hi, is Frank home?”
“Oh no, he left a while ago. In truth I’m a little worried. I though he’d be back by now.”
“Do you know where he went?”
“I have no idea. He just said he had to do something and he’d be gone all day.”
My eyes well up with tears, “Okay then. Just um…let him know I came by.”
“Of course, sweetie, is everything okay?”
I only manage a nod before waving goodbye. I’m pathetic. How can I let one boy get me so upset? I already know the answer. It’s cause I’m in love with him and I want so desperately for him to be in love with me too.
“Are we still pricks?” Gerard asks as I re-enter the house, heading towards my room.
I suck in a shaky breath, not wanting to let him see me cry, “Yes.”
“We’ll see,” he answers as I dash upstairs and into my room, slamming the door. I hate both of them.
Note: Enjoy. Oh, and try and guess what song Amber is doing for talent show. I'll give you hints in each note. This one is it's a Paramore song. :) First person who gets it will get something...haven't figured out the prize yet. Haha.
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