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When frank and gerard arrived there was a huge ass fire in the tree house
“OH MY FREAKING GOD!!!” frank screamed eyes as wide as dinner plates “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO ?!!” he marched to pete who was giggling.
“Patrick wanted to see for sure if alchahol was flammable” and he pointed to a lighter and his mom’s good wine “I told you it was.” Pete giggled
“I’m going to kill you” frank growled before he attacked pete with full force punching and slapping everything he saw. people were starting to gather cause hello? a tree house on fire and two short midgets fighting
“SOMEBODY CALL 911 GOD DAMMIT” gerard shouted and some shocked teenagers took out their phones and called.
“I’m dead.” Frank muttered to gerard holding a bag of frozen peas to his eye where pete hit him as he watched the firemen hosing down the fire “I’m dead fucking meat”
“is there an adult I can talk to ?” a fireman questioned
“umm n-no sir, but th-this is my house” frank said nerviously
“where are your parents kid?” the fireman looked at him disgustingly, he must think he’s just some punk who starts fires for fun.
“th-ere on a business t-trip, sir” frank stuttered.
“uh-huh, so can you tell me what started the fire if you can?” the firemen asked.
“I I don’t really know I just heard an explosion, a drunk guy from my school started it”
“school? So underage drinking” the snotty firemen cut in “I’m gonna need your parent’s contact information”.
“no please ! don’t call them I can handle it. They don’t have to know, please they’ll kill me” frank hopelessly pleaded.
“this is not something you can “handle” now give me it you spoiled brat” he said pinching the bridge of his nose.
frank was considering suicide it surely can’t be worse than what his mom was planning for him, how wonderful was it to get a call in the middle of the night from the fire department telling you that your son had started a fire in your backyard and your house was trashed ? they bought tickets on the first plane back to LA tomorrow his parents must be furious
“come on Frankie this must drained you, let’s go get some rest” gerard coo’d in his ear putting his arm around his shoulder
“DRAINED ME OUT !! DRAINED ME OUT OF COURSE IT FUCKING DRAINED ME OUT I”M NOT GONNA SEE SUNLIGHT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE” gerard winced but continued to calm frank down.
“no you won’t they’ll understand, I promise” he said fully knowing they won’t.
“OH MY FREAKING GOD!!!” frank screamed eyes as wide as dinner plates “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO ?!!” he marched to pete who was giggling.
“Patrick wanted to see for sure if alchahol was flammable” and he pointed to a lighter and his mom’s good wine “I told you it was.” Pete giggled
“I’m going to kill you” frank growled before he attacked pete with full force punching and slapping everything he saw. people were starting to gather cause hello? a tree house on fire and two short midgets fighting
“SOMEBODY CALL 911 GOD DAMMIT” gerard shouted and some shocked teenagers took out their phones and called.
“I’m dead.” Frank muttered to gerard holding a bag of frozen peas to his eye where pete hit him as he watched the firemen hosing down the fire “I’m dead fucking meat”
“is there an adult I can talk to ?” a fireman questioned
“umm n-no sir, but th-this is my house” frank said nerviously
“where are your parents kid?” the fireman looked at him disgustingly, he must think he’s just some punk who starts fires for fun.
“th-ere on a business t-trip, sir” frank stuttered.
“uh-huh, so can you tell me what started the fire if you can?” the firemen asked.
“I I don’t really know I just heard an explosion, a drunk guy from my school started it”
“school? So underage drinking” the snotty firemen cut in “I’m gonna need your parent’s contact information”.
“no please ! don’t call them I can handle it. They don’t have to know, please they’ll kill me” frank hopelessly pleaded.
“this is not something you can “handle” now give me it you spoiled brat” he said pinching the bridge of his nose.
frank was considering suicide it surely can’t be worse than what his mom was planning for him, how wonderful was it to get a call in the middle of the night from the fire department telling you that your son had started a fire in your backyard and your house was trashed ? they bought tickets on the first plane back to LA tomorrow his parents must be furious
“come on Frankie this must drained you, let’s go get some rest” gerard coo’d in his ear putting his arm around his shoulder
“DRAINED ME OUT !! DRAINED ME OUT OF COURSE IT FUCKING DRAINED ME OUT I”M NOT GONNA SEE SUNLIGHT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE” gerard winced but continued to calm frank down.
“no you won’t they’ll understand, I promise” he said fully knowing they won’t.
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