Thirty-Two

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Gerard was still on the floor, his back pressed to the door when he felt his phone buzz against the wood through his pocket. He reached down and pulled the phone up, checking the contact.

Frank.

Gerard hit the accept button. "Hey."

"Hey."

Awkward silence.

"Do you want to maybe come over?"

By the sound of his voice, Gerard figured Frank was probably biting his lip. The nerd.

"Yes, please God. I SO don't want to be here right now," Gerard said hastily, standing up and brushing his hair.

"Cool," said Frank. "I'll text you the address."

Gerard hung up the phone, adjusting his clothes. He ran downstairs and got his mom (asleep on the couch) a glass of water and some crackers, leaving them on the coffee table in front of her. Then he went to the kitchen and grabbed two sticky notes. He scrawled the same message on each: Went to a friend's house. Be back today or tomorrow. He left one on the coffee table for his mom and one on the fridge for Mikey before he grabbed his keys and dashed to the car.

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