School Hours (Frerard) [Completed!]

Chapter Twelve - New Friends Old Friends

Frank's POV

My fingers play the notes I know by heart as I basically scream along to the lyrics of What's My Age Again? by Blink-182, jumping and thrashing around as my head banged violently, the red guitar hung over my shoulder and plugged into the borrowed amplifier.

I had somehow convinced Ray to lend me his electric instrument for a few days, and miraculously the afro-haired boy agreed, he probably couldn't resist my puppy eyes. What convinced him to do it was beyond me, but I gladly accepted the instrument, and my mom going out for the whole day to go job-hunting was perfect timing as well.

I could be as loud as I wanted and I could slide across the living room's floor without anyone telling me I'd scrape my already knee-less jeans. The adrenaline was pumping through me as the song came to an end and I found myself grinning wildly, before I recognized a Misfits' song sounding in the distance as my ringtone.

Taking the guitar off my torso and placing it carefully on the sofa, I walked to the kitchen, where the sound was coming from. A frown makes its' way onto my face when I don't see it anywhere. After a few minutes of searching, I open the fridge, and roll my eyes when I see my phone vibrating and blasting music on the top shelf of it.

I snatch it from its' place and place it on my ear. "Frank speaking." I say when I press the green button, leaning on the counter and crossing my legs one in front of the other.

"Um, hey, uh... It's Patrick..." A nervous voice cracks through the silence on the line, and I grab an apple from the bowl displayed on the table, taking a bite out of it.

"Patrick? What's up? Is something wrong?"

"Uh... Yes- No, it's just..."

I hear a sigh on the other end of the line. "You like Pete." I finish for him.

"No, yes- Wait, what? How do you know?"

I chuckle. "The only one who can't see it is Pete himself, it's pretty obvious, if you ask me."

"That bad?" I nod even though he can't see me.

"That bad."

"I'm just- I was wondering if the invitation for Kyle's party was still open. I kind of think it'd do me good, you know? I'm not the type to get wasted, if you haven't noticed it already, but if it is what it takes to forget about Pete for a night and actually have a good time without the reminder that he's off limits. Y'know?" I grin.

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"I know. Yeah, it's totally cool, man; you're more than welcomed there,"

"Thanks."

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"A strawberry frapuccino with no cream on top and only two ice cubes... Oh! And don't forget that it should be the crème one,"

Oh my Lord, you have to be kidding me. Who even orders that? Can't people be satisfied with a regular black coffee? Fuck. I sigh loudly and grab a cup and the black Sharpie they provide us from my pocket to ask the woman for her name.

"Alyssa," She says as she takes out her wallet and pays for the coffee, leaving me alone to deal with her order.

"Lets see... Strawberry... No cream on top and coffee, okay," I say as I grab all the ingredients I need and place them on the blender. Before I can pour the coffee into it, a slender hand grabs my wrist and I turn around to see a grinning Mikey before me.

"She said crème, not coffee," He says and I let out a groan, placing the coffee back where it belongs and making the frapuccino a crème one, and turning on the blender. Mikey goes to the cashier and starts taking people's orders as I place the lid on the cup and call the girl's name.