Text Me. (Frerard- Discontinued)

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27th of December, Sunday.
11:58PM
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It was basically midnight in Belleville, New Jersey.

Well two minutes off from it, so technically, midnight.

Because you're supposed to round off the numbers to the nearest 10, like money basically.

Frank Iero and Melanie Martinez sat alongside each other on Frank's bed, as the TV played old horror movies that served as background noise.

Everything friendly however, for Frank was the strangely midget-like King of Gays, and Melanie was a queen in general, who didn't give a fuck about her sexuality nor did she know it.

They were playing truth or dare, as you do, and it was a dare for Frank.

"Hmmm...oh! Okay, I've got it...", Melanie said as she over-exaggeratedly pretended she had a beard and did some sort of stroking action.

"Just, uh...insert a random number in your phone, no wait, i'll do that for you, because no cheating, and then, text them "Hey you're hot, wanna bang? -xoFrank", Melanie grinned rather mischievously, eyes lighting up.

"Melllll!", Frank whined, as Melanie's grin widened.

"Do it! Or else I'll put on that Shia 'Just do it' compilation I found yesterday."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."

Frank groaned as he dug his phone out of his pocket, and handed it over to Mel, who's dark red lips just happened to twist upwards a bit.

Quickly, she swiped her finger across his Iron Maiden lock screen, and opened the message app.

"Just do it...don't let your dreams be d-", she softly said under her breath, smirking, eyes focused on typing in a number, as she was interrupted rather rudely by Frank jabbing her side with his elbow.

"OW!", she gasped, rubbing her side, rolling her eyes after she retaliated back to her nonchalant position.

"Sorry", he mumbled sarcastically.

"Okay, what should the number be?", she asked, twirling a strand of her half black half pink hair around her finger.

"Hmmm...let's use 647 as the beginning just because it seems more local.", he replied, contributing his idea (lmao sorry not sorry).

"Okay, the next numbers could be 666", Mel grinned, as she typed in the numbers.

"And then...let's do some math...well okay, I wanna make another 666, so how about 6×3? As in, 06×03, so, 0603?"

"Awesome! Okay, so, (647)-666-0603? Great.", Mel read the numbers through.

"Now, type what I say. Okay? I'll make it up to you later, we can go get a smoothie or something like that, okay?", Mel suggested, as Frank suddenly nodded his head rapidly.

"Okay, let's do this. 'Hey, you're hot-'", Mel paused, looking over at Frank, to make sure he got all of it before continuing, "-wanna bang? xo'", she finished, as Frank started to giggle.

"What?", Melanie skeptically questioned, frowning.

"You said it so seriously, like it didn't match those words.", he said between giggles.

"It wasn't that funny.", Mel rolled her eyes, as her mouth twitched upwards slightly to form a smile.

After a moment of Frank's childish laughter and Mel's combination of continuously rolling her eyes whilst smiling, she broke the silence.

"Okay, lemme see the phone. You can have the honour to press send.", she said, as the phone was handed over to her.

She nodded in approval, seeing exactly what she said was written down in the pixels of the phone, before handing the phone back to Frank.

"Aw, good job. You actually did it. You must look good before informally asking someone to fuck you though.", she reached over to 'fix' Frank's washed out red and black mohawk-ish head of hair, before reaching into her red and white dotted dress pocket and pulling out a piece of bowtie pasta, flicking it towards Frank's chest.

"There.", she clasped her hands together, faking a sweet smile.

"Why the fuck do you have pasta in your pocket?", Frank asked, uncomfortably re-doing his hair.

"Putting it to good use. I have a roll of tape in my shoes too, if you want, so I could just tape it to your shirt.", she laughed, pointing out the roll of tape hidden inside her pair of shiny red heels she was supposed to take off before entering the house.

Frank sighed and shook his head, as he tapped send.

"Ugh, you are so lucky my parents are home right now or I would have thrown you out the fucking window", Frank sighed, shaking his head.

Almost as soon as his message was sent out, a new message appeared in a grey speech bubble.

647-666-0603: What the fuck dude? I have a girlfriend. Fuck off, in the politest way possible.

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AN: How's everyone liking it so far?

Lmao okay cool.

Everything between Mel and Frnk will be purely platonic.

Okidokes, bye. Happy almost new year. Hello 2016 almost.

-josh