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Frank rode home quickly, the mud slipping underneath Ellie's feet and despite the certain yelling he would get from his parents when he got home for being late and riding out after dark, he thought to himself how, if he knew what would of happened, he still would have ridden up to the house anyway. He felt a yearning to do something exciting in his life, and not be the person that everyone expected him to be. He didn't want to win trophies and medals at horse shows, he didn't want to receive A*'s in school. He wanted to have a little adventure in his life, he needed to get out of his little cottage that was his home.

The next day, at school.

"Frank, what the hell is up with you?" The midget was woken up from his thoughts about a certain raven haired man, and looked up at his best friend, Erin. She had brown, wavy hair that looked like it had come directly from a lion's, but recently she had dyed a few streaks a vibrant blue, making a contrast to her serpent green eyes. Her personality was such that if you didn't know her, she would be awkward and hostile, but after being friends with her for 10 years, Frank and her got on so well that they could share a glance and they would burst out laughing. Her black and red braces stood out against her pearly white teeth as she grinned and shoved Frank off his seat on a bench outside.

"Huh? Oh, nothing. It's just, I dunno. I'm tired. I got like one hours sleep last night." He tried to make an excuse but straight away, Erin saw through the lie. Frank had never been good at coming up with lies.

"Oh please, I know for a fact that whenever you've had less than three hours sleep you go batshit crazy for about five hours and then you fall alseep like a dead person."

"Meh, you've rumbled me again. Can I talk to you later when there's a bit more privacy? And anyway, we need to get to English." Rather reluctantly, they got up from inside the warm cafeteria and trudged outside, their breath curling around them like smokey rope binding their necks. The weather had taken a turn for the worse and Frank had woken up to the sky full of yellow tinged clouds and slippery ice patches on the crispy ground.

"Fine, whatever you say, Frankie. Is it a girl you like?" Erin tugged on his sleeve excitedly, but at the sight of Frank's expression, she changed tactics. "Or a guy? I don't mind either way, if you dig chicks, great. If you dig guys, great. But if you do like guys, we can always compare them and stuff. I've never known anyone gay before."

"Erin, I'm not gay! And it's not about that kind of thing, it's hard to explain. If you come over after school, I'll tell you." Erin shrugged her shoulders at this news and as they stepped up an awkwardly placed step in the middle of the playground (Yes, people really do do this. It's crazy, we have one at my school and there's not a single reason why it's there. Stupid.)

Frank slipped on a patch of ice and landed face down, half draped on the step. Erin burst out laughing and after getting his breath back, he joined in the giggling. "Ice doesn't help the uncoordinated, I guess," He muttered, only for Erin to start humming the tune to Ice Doesn't Help The Uncoordinated. "Erin, shut up and help me up!"

"Ooohhhh, look who's got all PMSy! It's a great song, just because you hate screamo. And Mrs Wiliams will be absolutely crazy if we don't hurry up!"

They made it into class a couple of minutes late, and the only reason why they didn't get shouted at was because Erin was a genius and got solid A*s whatever the task set, whether to write a poem or to analyse Of Mice And Men.

"Now, class..." The teacher began to drone on in her Irish accent - ironically - and half the people in the class were asleep before she'd given out the tasks. Frank was one of those people.

Three hours later, back at the ranch. If you don't know that saying, you obviously haven't met my riding instructor. She uses it seriously like three times a day, it's crazy. And now she's got me saying it. It just means 'a few hours later and the characters/real people are back at home'. Yeah, she also says 'what a hoot!' and I think she's crazy. She's lovely though. Anyway. Three days later after my rambling, back at the place where we left off,

"Frankie, are you gonna tell me what your big secret is yet? I really want to know. Please?" Erin's puppy eyes were impossible to resist, and so Frank found himself recounting last night's events to her. Her wide, emerald eyes were open wide like saucers the whole time and gasped appropriately when Frank told her of what had happened to Mikey.

"Oh. My. God. How could you be this calm? I would be totally freakig out by now!" She started to go through the piles of homework on Frank's desk, frantically searching for the letter that Frank had received from Gerard.

"Chill. I think he's a nice guy, he wants to be friends because he gets lonely."

"I don't think you should go back again." Erin folded her arms and Frank was reminded of his mother. "Frank, you don't know the faintest thing about him. He could be a dangerous murderer!"

"If he is a dangerous murderer, isn't it a lot better to do what he wants? He knows where I live so he could just come and kill me in my sleep if he wanted to. But he hasn't. Because he's not a murderer."

Erin just shrugged and tried to compromise. "Awww come on, Frank. At least don't go there by yourself, let me go with you. I don't want you getting hurt."

"Fine, but we'll have to do the whole romantic horseback ride thing because we've only got Ellie."

"Really? I thought Indie could be ridden? He can pull a plough, so how different is it?"

"Erin, you don't understand. You can't just get on a horse that's never had a human on his back before. He'd bolt and then I'd be in serious trouble because he can actually jump pretty high when he wants. It's the romantic thing or you don't come at all."

"Fine! But this is strictly as friends, not a date or anything." She ran her ghostly pale hands through her blue and brown hair anxiously, worry evident in her wide eyes.

"Yeah, it's gonna be a whole romantic date, with the highlight of the evening going to visit a gothic mansion that houses a possible murderer." Frank rolled his eyes sarcastically, which made Erin burst out laughing and clutch to Frank like she was going to die if she let go.

"Okaayyyy, we'd better get going. And if either of us gets killed, I just want you to know that you're the best friend anyone could ask for."

"Frank, despite the happiness that sentence gave me, I would like you to know that NEITHER O US ARE GOING TO DIE."

Linda heard the last bit of the sentence and her head popped through the attic trapdoor. "What's going on here?" she asked, with an amused expression bein worn on her dainty face.

"Oh, we're just gonna go out riding across the moors, and take turns galloping and stuff. Is that alright?" Frank felt bad, lying to his mother's face like that, but if they were to visit Gerard, it was neccessary.

"Yeah, sure. Have a good time, honey. And look after yourselves! Erin, do you want dinner here?" Erin came over so often now, it was common for the two best friends to have spontaneous (that's a good word, isn't it? Spontaneous. It's a good word. It should be word of the day. I think it's like 4th on my favourite word list. 1st= Oesophagus 2nd= Floccinaucinihilipilification 3rd= guns (don't ask, it has a nice ring to it. Like "I'm holding a gun!" and then people are instantly scared.) 4th= spontaneous. Okay, I'm sorry. Where was I? I can't remember. It was something to do with spontaneous. Oh yeah,) sleepovers, and both mothers were fine with it.

"Yes please, if it's not too much trouble! What are you cooking?" Erin was a vegetarian, like Frank, so cooking was made easier with Erin than without.

"I don't know, I'll surprise you when you get back. Make sure you're back by dark, I don't want you getting lost or something."





"That was easier then I expected!" Erin shrieked as she clambered onto Ellie's glossy back.

"Of course it was gonna be easy, I'm not on board yet! Now, do you want me in front or behind you?" Frank had helped Erin up first, being a gentleman, and was now trying to figure out where to put himself. There was no saddle, because two people couldn't sit in a saddle made for one rather small person.

"Well, if you go in front then you'll be able to feel my tits and if you go behind then I'll be able to feel your dick. So maybe... Neither."

"Erin! You sick minded girl! Ewwwwww. Anyway, I think I'll go in front because behind are Ellie's loins and they'll be damaged if I sit on them."

Frank heaved himself up in front of his lion haired best friend, and took the reins confidently. "How fast do you want to go?" He personally could do pretty much anything bareback, but Erin had only had a few lessons and wasn't all that confident at the trot.

"Eerrr, whatever is fastest but most comfy. I don't want to fall off, it's a long way down." Frank decided a canter would be best, because the soothing motion was like a rocking horse and he felt it deeply relaxing. Also, it was easy to stay on but still pretty quick. He clicked Ellie on into a walk and asked if Erin was ready. At the positive nod of her head, he said "You'd better put your arms around my waist. It might be a little bumpy, but you should be fine."

When he felt Erin's tentative hands slip around his midriff, he put his legs on Ellie's chocolate coat and pressed ever-so slightly. Being a school master, the tall (Tall? Really, Juliet? You've been coming up with more metaphores and similes than you have EVER and then you come up with tall ? No, honestly, I can't think of any decent other adjectives for that, sorry. Just skip over the lame description and focus on Ellie being really fucking tall. Okay?) horse cantered perfectly on cue. The rocking motion quickly soothed any fears that the two teenagers had about their adventure.

They stopped at the gate to the field that took them up to the moor, and as they entered the passage of trees that overshadowed the track, Frank could've sworn he heard an unnatural rustle of the crispy frost covered leaves on the floor.

"Frank's did you hear that?" Erin whispered into the shorter's ear, her warm breath tickling his sensitive skin.

"What? I didn't hear anything..." He lied so that he didn't freak himself out any more, he just wanted to get out of the shadowey trees as soon as possible. He clicked Ellie into a canter and the rocking horse motion was soon replaced by hurtling speed as an even louder crash came from behind them and both teenagers forgot about riding bareback and just focused on going as fast as possible.

Frank couldn't breathe as the adrenaline rushed through his body, souring through his veins and almost blinding him. He couldn't remember ever being as scared as this, including last night when he had witnessed Mikey's death. His stomach was flipping like someone was tossing pancakes in there, and he resisted the urge to throw up. He guessed Erin felt the same way behind him, judging from the way that her grip on his body had increased tenfold.

"Hello." A low murmur of greeting in front of them had Ellie halting and freezing as though the Queen from Narnia had turned her into stone. "I do believe that you're late."

Ohhhhh look at me and mah cliffhangers! I wish I didn't have to end it there but it's getting quite late (not really, only 11pm) and I feel like I've been writing for a really really long time. It's probably quite a shit chapter and also quite short because I find it really hard to write within the first hour of writing and then when I get into the flow, I've written enough and it's like "OHHHHH NOOOO WHY WORLD MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME". And after watching two episodes of Criminal Minds, I must say that I am quite hooked and I cannot wait for the next episode tomorrow. And Reid is like asdfghjkl cute as a kitten (okay, not really, I'd be worried if he had whiskers) and the whole thing is soooooo good. Anyone who actually understood the title deserves an eternal supply of Sticks of Rock that I got from a sweet shop in Exmouth and I must say, it was like a motherfucking rave in my mouth, it was that nice. I was just like "Holy mother of god these are fucking delicious I must get more" but sadly I don't know when I'm going back to Exmouth so I'm afraid the rock will have to wait.

If you didn't get it, then google "Deaf Havana" and then get a list of songs from their first album, Meet Me Halfway, At Least, and then you'll understand. Because the title is when Erin agrees to go to Gerard's house with Frank, and then Ice Doesn't Help The Uncoordinated is a fucking amazing song. It's like asdfghjkl. And the cheesy bit is like Friends Like These, "YOU'LL NEVER KNOW FRIENDS LIKE THESE!" Okay shut up Juliet, no one wants to hear your horrible singing. Ummm, let me check the album for other songs that I may have included...

leaves iPhone on sofa with dog that will no doubt eat it, goes up to her room that is covered in Deaf Havana and MCR posters, grabs the CD album, looks down the list, memorises it and returns to writing.

Oh yeah, at the beginning it's referring to In Desperate Need Of Adventure. All of these songs are bloody brilliant and are like my life. AND I'M GOING TO SEE THEM IN NOVEMBER OH MY GOD I CAN'T BREATHE THEY'RE JUST SO GOOD LIVE.

Shut up, Juliet, no one needs or wants to know about your current obsession with Deaf Havana. They came here to read a story and instead ended up with random thoughts that spill out of your brain. You should be ashamed.

Okay, okay. Just let me know what you think of the overall story, even if it's an "OH MY GOD I HATE IT YOU'RE A TERRIBLE WRITER GO DIE" okay, maybe not, but you know. Constructive criticism. Thanks for reading :D