Sounds Like…Chapter 3 – Journal
They smelled like cigarettes, colgene, and spearmint gum. I looked up and saw Frank with a blank expression on his face. Where we were going I don't know and I didn't feel like asking. I closed my eyelids and drifted off to sleep.
Hours Later
I woke up to the sound of heavy breathing on my neck in a bed in a room with white walls and a Pantera, Nirvana, Green Day, Sublime, Papa Roach and many more posters on almost every inch of the room. I stood up and saw Frank sleeping in a soilder position. I smiled and looked for my phone and when I found it I pressed the unlock button and saw Mikey and I as my wallpaper. *Sigh...I went to my pictures and deleted it and replaced it with a pcture of Frank sleeping, I chuckled a little and went to my text. 4 unread messages...
Mikey: U make it home? 6:15pm
Gerard: Your food's cold! 5:34pm
Mom: Can you babysit Dane while I'm away I don't trust him! LOL :) TODAY
Ray: Guitar Riffs. You. Me. And our guitar's at my house. This is not avoidable.
I first responded to Mikey's...and I kepy hesitating with what I was going to say...then I wrote I and-
"I what?" I voice said from behind me. I wiped my head around and saw Frank sitting behind me. I closed my phone.
" I nothing..." I laughed nervously.
"Give me the phone..." He gave me a giving gesture. I handed him the phone and he lit it on fire with a lighter he had on his nightstand. I watched in awe as the ashes sat on his bed. Frank blew at the smoke rising from the shes and walked out of the bed in his smiley boxers. I followed him out the room
TO BE CONTINUED
Sorry I have a ortho appt.