After Dusk [Frerard]

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A/N: Behold! Another Frerard fanfic. I'll try not to give up on this one. PLEASE tell me what you think??? ON WITH DA STORY... my little beans

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Frank's POV:

I woke up from my sleep with one goal.

I need a job.

I'm 19 and I was still living with my mother..who hated my guts. She doesn't like the fact that I'm a flaming homosexual. But I guess she did have another reason besides that. You see, I have certain nights with nothing to do. So I, uh, escape from my bedroom and go wander inside a gay club. It's for people who are over 21, but that's something a fake I.D. can fix. It's like paradise in there. For me anyway. So, getting a job will enable me to leave and live on my own. No need to worry about my mother.

I graduated high-school and now I have nothing to do. I applied at a college, but I dropped out, because of the band I was in. In which I resulted to drop out of, because it didn't have the same excitement as it used to.

"Frank! Are you going to come eat breakfast? Or are you going to stay in your room wasting your life on your phone?" my mother called. I scowled and flipped her off through the walls. Just because I'm on my phone a lot, doesn't mean I'm wasting my life...right?

" 'M going!" I yelled back.

As I stood up from my bed, I found myself kissing the floor. Some people just don't make it too far from the bed. I got back on my feet and went through my drawers trying to find something to wear. I settled for a plain, black shirt with some regular jeans. I went to my mirror and looked for my eyeliner in the clutter.

"There you are, you little fucker," I muttered mindlessly to the inanimate object in my hand. While applying it, I poked my eyes like 6 times. I'm getting better.

" Frank, are you done being a girl and heading down or what?" my mom shouted.

"hold the fUCK UP MOM!" I screamed back at her. I was pretty pissed at her now. I jogged down the stairs and when I got to the bottom, I swear I was going to die. Too much excerise for one day.

"Finally. Now eat your pancakes. They got cold, and I'm not re-heating them," my evil birth giver said. I swear she's an American psycho.

I rolled my eyes and ate away at my food. It was not as good cold, but food is food no mater how hot or cold and shall not be wasted. My mom left without saying a word to me. I really didn't care at this point. I picked up my plate and washed up. While my hands were getting wet by the flowing liquid in the sink, something clicked in my head.

I could work for the strip club!

I can surely find a way to get in and work right? I saw that they needed a new bar tender, and I mix pretty bad-ass drinks. Hmm. Maybe if they see my talent they will take me under their wing. Aaaaaand..I can enjoy the show every night. OMG, I'M A GENIOUS!