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Frank’s POV
"Hazell! Gimme back the skittles!"
"Why? I brought them."
"But-you-I-please?"
"Hmm, how much they worth to ya?"
For the record, I would give me soul and half my brain for skittles.
"MY SOUL!"
"Fine, but I’ll keep that soul offer."
"YAY!"
Gerard was laughing at me.
"Dude you just fucking sold your soul for a box of skittles. Are you crazy?"
"You should know that by now Gerard."
I guess that came out wrong. His smile dropped and he turned away.
"Gerard, I didn-"
"Just drop it. Okay?"
"Whatever."
"Guys, I have to get back to my grandmother. She’ll freak if I don’t get back. Then she’ll probably call my aunt or something saying I was stolen."
"Or ya know, just a zombie apocalypse."
"That too."
Alone. With grumpy Gerard. Great. Eh, maybe I’ll just leave with her.
"Gerard, I’m going to get going too. Alright?"
"Kay. Bye Hazel see you tomorrow."
Hazel’s POV
"Bye Gerard, stop being so grumpy! Or I’ll send the zombies that are after for you okay? See you tomorrow."
He smiled a little.
"Come on Frankie."
We left.
"So what’s up with him Frank?"
"Not sure, he gets in these uh moods sometimes. Where he just doesn’t want to talk, little chilly huh?"
"Okay don’t change the subject with the weather. But I get you. People have off days I guess."
"Yeah.."
We walked for a few minutes in silence.
"Well there’s my grandma’s house. You want to stay or do you have to go?"
"I’ll stay for a bit."
"Awesome."
We got in the house and kicked off our shoes.
"Grammy, I’m home. I have a friend over so we’ll be in my room. Okay?"
"Okay dear. I just made some fresh salsa. I know how much you like it."
"Cool thanks Grammy."
I took Frank in the kitchen. We grabbed some chips and the fresh salsa and tons of soda. I led him downstairs.
"Well here’s my cave."
"Awesome. You’re right it looks almost exactly like Gerard’s room."
"I think so. Come sit."
We sat on my bed and devoured the chips and salsa.
"Your grandma makes some fucking awesome salsa."
"I know right."
"Hey Hazel?"
"Yeah Frank?"
"Can I tell you something?"
"Of Course."
"Well it's about Gerard's mood today.."
Boom! A cliff hanger. ;D hope you liked it!
"Hazell! Gimme back the skittles!"
"Why? I brought them."
"But-you-I-please?"
"Hmm, how much they worth to ya?"
For the record, I would give me soul and half my brain for skittles.
"MY SOUL!"
"Fine, but I’ll keep that soul offer."
"YAY!"
Gerard was laughing at me.
"Dude you just fucking sold your soul for a box of skittles. Are you crazy?"
"You should know that by now Gerard."
I guess that came out wrong. His smile dropped and he turned away.
"Gerard, I didn-"
"Just drop it. Okay?"
"Whatever."
"Guys, I have to get back to my grandmother. She’ll freak if I don’t get back. Then she’ll probably call my aunt or something saying I was stolen."
"Or ya know, just a zombie apocalypse."
"That too."
Alone. With grumpy Gerard. Great. Eh, maybe I’ll just leave with her.
"Gerard, I’m going to get going too. Alright?"
"Kay. Bye Hazel see you tomorrow."
Hazel’s POV
"Bye Gerard, stop being so grumpy! Or I’ll send the zombies that are after for you okay? See you tomorrow."
He smiled a little.
"Come on Frankie."
We left.
"So what’s up with him Frank?"
"Not sure, he gets in these uh moods sometimes. Where he just doesn’t want to talk, little chilly huh?"
"Okay don’t change the subject with the weather. But I get you. People have off days I guess."
"Yeah.."
We walked for a few minutes in silence.
"Well there’s my grandma’s house. You want to stay or do you have to go?"
"I’ll stay for a bit."
"Awesome."
We got in the house and kicked off our shoes.
"Grammy, I’m home. I have a friend over so we’ll be in my room. Okay?"
"Okay dear. I just made some fresh salsa. I know how much you like it."
"Cool thanks Grammy."
I took Frank in the kitchen. We grabbed some chips and the fresh salsa and tons of soda. I led him downstairs.
"Well here’s my cave."
"Awesome. You’re right it looks almost exactly like Gerard’s room."
"I think so. Come sit."
We sat on my bed and devoured the chips and salsa.
"Your grandma makes some fucking awesome salsa."
"I know right."
"Hey Hazel?"
"Yeah Frank?"
"Can I tell you something?"
"Of Course."
"Well it's about Gerard's mood today.."
Boom! A cliff hanger. ;D hope you liked it!
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