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I stand and stare and the poor dog for a few minutes, my stomach churning and my mind filled with dread. Who's dog

is this? Oh my god, what did I do...

I make my way to the end of the driveway where the hurt poodle lay, and upon further inspection I realize that this

is old John's new puppy, a part of his therapy. He'd been suffering from cancer for a while now, and it had finally

started to go away. I'd overheard my mom telling dad about how she'd talked to John a while ago and asked what he's

up to lately, and he said nothing because all of his friends are dead. I'm not sure how old he is, but the age must

be pretty up there.

So you can imagine just how much worse this sick feeling gets as I think about how I'd probably just killed old

John's new therapy puppy, and also probably his only alive friend.

"Puppy," I say to the dog. I'm so afraid to touch it because I'm afraid I'll make it's pain worse. What do I do?

Wake up mom and ask for help? Or call someone?

I chose to go wake up mom. So quickly, I don't want to leave the small dog alone for more than a few seconds, I go

inside and to my parents room, where I wake mom and tell here there's a hurt dog. In a matter of seconds, she's up.

"I'll be right out," she tells me.

My mom seemingly takes forever to be 'right out', but when she is, she says, "What the hell did you do, Frank?"

"It was an accident! Mom, I'd never want to hurt anything," I tell her. I feel like for the first time in a while,

I'm going to breakdown in tears. Just please, please don't let mom figure out who's dog this is. She will

hate me...

"Well go inside and get a towel. The poor thing is bleeding and we need to wrap it to bring to the vet--- wait,

isn't this John's new dog?" Well, that sucks. I tell her that it is, and she nods like she already knew. Maybe it

was just me, but it seemed like she was trying to blow it up in my face. Mom loved doing this to people, even her

own son.

"You drive," she says, picking up the small poodle in her arms, "I'll carry Sunny."


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"We can't do anything with him unless we contact the owner. And even if we do do something, it's unlikely he'll

live," the middle-aged vet, Dr. Anderson tells me. She's wearing a nurses shirt with chipmunks on it and for some

reason I can't seem to stop staring at this one on her right shoulder, who looks a bit demonic.

I look in her eyes as I say, "Please, the owner's an old man... he's sleeping. And this would just break his heart."

For a moment I think I've cracked Dr. Anderson, but then she says, "we need to call and get permission."

/Bitch/, I think. I'm really starting to get worked up. "I'll pay for it. Why do you need permission for this?

Do the damn surgery, I'm giving you permission."

"Only family members of the owner can give permission," she tells me.

This is when I use a bit of acting, some improv I learned in a year long class I took sophomore year in high school,

which was hell but had it's fun moments.

So acting annoyed, I roll my eyes. "I'm his grandson, I told you that."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Here bring him in, we'll see what we can do."

Mom carries the white poodle, Sunny, following Dr. Anderson into a backroom, then comes back out and helps me fill

out a form. She tells me John's last name (White) and his phonenumbers and all that shit, and I pass it in at the

reception desk. The women looks at me funny.

"I've seen John White in here a few times. Never mentioned a grandson..." she says suspiciously.

"He doesn't like me too much," I grumble at her then take a seat next to mom.

"I know what I always say about you lying," she starts, whispering so the receptionist doesn't overhear and tell on

me. "But... I'm proud of you. For helping out John. Not for how horribly well you are at lying."

I just shrug in reply. I'd already been tired to begin with, and now I was just absolutely immovable. I lean my neck

off to the side and close my eyes, telling myself not to fall asleep. But, everyone knows how well that works.



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"Frank, hun, wake up," mom's whispering, shaking my arm in a motherly way to wake me. I flutter my eyes open and

she's standing there smiling with Dr. Anderson standing beside her. Outside the window behind them I can see the

sunrising.

"Sunny's absolutely fine," Dr. Anderson tells me. "Just a broken leg, is all. Surprisingly, too. You hit him pretty

hard." She's trying to be a bitch in a chummy way, but for some reason it just doesn't irk me. What does irk

me is what I remember Dr. Anderson telling me earlier--- 'and even if we do something, it's unlikely he'll

live...'

I just smile at her and say, "That's great!"

Mom writes a check, and we go to the car, her carrying Sunny yet again. "I said I would pay for it, mom. I'm the one

who caused all of this."

Mom's silent for a minute, then says, "Well." Nothing more.

The drive seems very short for some reason and when we get in the neighborhood, there's old John out front of his

house in a jacket and sneakers, looking for something. My guess would be Sunny.

I pull in his driveway and mom rolls down her window. "Looking for something, John?" she asks him.

He hobbles towards the car and says, on the verge of tears, "Sunny..."

Mom opens the door and a confused smile spreads across the old man's face. "What happened to him?"

Mom falters for a minute, looks at me, then tells him, "well last night there was a bit of an accident. But don't

worry, it's just a broken bone. And we paid for it. I'm so sorry."

"How did it happen?" he asks.

"Um, sir," I speak up. "Last night I was coming in late--- not drunk, just really, really tired--- and pulled into

the driveway quick. Didn't even see him coming, it was just so quick. I'm sorry."
This got me thinking about the night before and how Gerard had smiled at me across the room and walked towards me.

My heart skips wildly just thinking about it.

I'd been so busy with my thoughts that when I come back to reality, mom's coming towards the car and Sunny and John

are out of site, inside.

"You'll be helping out him every other day," mom tells me sternly. I am about to rubuttle when she says, "unless you

want him to sue us."

"He threatened to /sue/?" I say in disbeleif.

She shakes her head. "No, but I'm not taking any chances."

I sigh and pull away from old John's house, then to ours just a few houses down.

I lay down in my bed, this time with every intention of falling asleep. Instead of sleeping, though, I lay awake

thinking of Gerard. Of his smile, his lips...

And that's how I fall asleep.



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Yet again, mom's shaking me awake. "Frank, someone's here to see you. It's three pm, you should really get up."

"Who is it?" I grumble tiredly, still half asleep, but I sit up anyway.

"Um, Jared?" she answers.

Jared? Who do I know named Jared? "Uh, tell him I'll be right out."

Mom nods then leaves me to get dressed, which I do, and wash my face with cool water to wake up a bit. I'm still so

tired.

I walk into the living room to see who this Jared is, and guess who's sitting on the couch waiting? why, it's none

other than Gerard Way, who smiles at me and says, "You busy at all?"

"Nope," I answer.

"Let me take you somewhere," Gerard says. Faster than I'd moved the past couple of days (which is not fast, let me

tell you, because I'm so tired), I go to my room, pull on a black hoodie and fix my hair, tell mom and dad I'll be

back in a while and follow Gerard outside and into his car.

"So where are we off to?" I ask him. There's no reply from him, except for a secretive grin and we back away from my

house.














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Mmmm yep. Let the Frerard begin :)
Sorry about the not so much Frerard this chapter. But I promise theres some extreme Frerard coming soon!
So reveiw if you want more.
And ignore mistakes, I was typing this out awful quick while my brother played playstation in the other room,

yelling at it. I read over it quick, but you know how that always goes...