My Dynamite (frerard/funpoison)

Chapter 8

"Party, you're a little fuck."

"Lies! I haven't even done anything."

"You know what you did. You stole my hoodie."

"Ghoulie, I would never."

"I literally saw you steal it. I put it on your bed. You shoved it in your drawer the moment you thought I wasn't looking."

"These are false accusations. Am I right, Night?"

"You're literally wearing it right now. Liar."

"You traitor-"

"Between you and Frank, I will choose Frank. You are a whore. I do not side with whores."

"Ouch. Tho I mean- no. Fuck you."

I resisted the urge to laugh, but it was hard with Party and Night arguing. They were always at odds with each other- why, was unclear to me.

Currently I was on a call with Poison. I hadn't stopped by the diner today like I had done almost every day for the past two months (I was busy with work, ok?), so i called them instead.

"I'm taking that as a compliment," I said, returning my attention back to the conversation. "Night likes me. Am I special?"

"Absolutely the fuck not."

"Oh ok."

"I think you're special, Ghoulie-"

"Aww, thanks Party!"

At that night made a noise that sounded like an agonized cry. "My fucking God, go be gay somewhere else. I was just trying to eat my sandwich in peace. Stop ruining my life."

"But I'm not even there."

"Yeah, thank fuck."

"You're hurting me."

"Good."

"Night, stop bullying people. You're being very rude." I heard Ray's familiar voice somewhere in the background.

"It wasn't my idea. Frank is annoying."

"I could steal your Batman merch."

"You wouldn't dare-"

"I would."

"...Fine. Fuck you, Ghoul." I could hear some noise in the background and then he was gone. I think Jet went after him, since the room went completely quiet for a few seconds.

Poison chuckled. "Sorry about that."

I shook my head, even tho they couldn't see it. "It's alright, I'm used to him by now."

"Yeah, it happens sooner or later. Anyway, that's not why you called, was it?"

"Nope, not really. I mean I was wondering where did my hoodie go but I also wanted to ask if you'd wanna hang out?" I stared down at the tattoos on my hand, waiting for their response. Definitely not nervous.

C'mon Frank, pull yourself together. It's not like you're going on a date.

"Ghoulie, don't we hang out almost every day?"

"Yeah but I meant like.. just us two y'know?"

"Oh. Oh okay, I get it. You invitin' me on a date or what?"

My face flushed a little but I managed to keep my composure. "I mean.. sure, if you insist."

They laughed a little. " 'm just messing with you man. I'd love to hang out with you. That old warehouse sound good?"

"Fuck yeah. See you in 15?"

"Absolutely. I look forward to this."

"So do I."