When Both Our Cars Collide (Frerard)

The Flames Of Love

I roll over in my bed and reach out for my phone. I know that if I call, he'll come for me.

"Hello?" he says. "Frank, can you come over?" Dead silence. "Frank?" I hear shuffling  and Frank whispers "Shh!" Which is followed by a strange voice saying "sorry" and Frank again; "you better be sorry, pumpkin." I don't think he realized...I heard all of that. He has someone else over.

His pumpkin.

This is all just fine. I haven't fallen in too deep yet.I love him but I'm not in love with him yet. I can take anything he throws at me. I'm not attached to him. Not yet.

I get up and grab my keys and since I'm (rather conveniently) already dressed, I run downstairs and slide on some black shoes with the one hand I have free. Skills.

I get in my car and start driving. "Frank? Can you talk to me? Just for a bit? I'm, uh...making coffee for me and Mikey and I'm sooooo bored. Talk to me sweetie." I use 'sweetie' to piss him off, or get him to tell me about his pumpkin. "What do I talk about?" he asks. I tell him anything and so he talks about the New Year special of Sherlock and what he thought of it. After that, he paused for a while, deep in thought. Until finally, he drops the bomb. "I have a friend over... and um, well... I... Err... I'm cheating on you..." he whispers. I take a moment to absorb the sinking feeling in my chest. My heart dropped through the floor and is sitting comfortably in my stomach.

I open his bedroom door. "What the fuck?" yells the voice from the back of the room. I can't tell who it is. "So this is your pumpkin?" Frank stutters. "I...I..." I'm getting angry. He keeps trying to explain himself but all that comes out is slurred sounds. I don't think a single sound he projects is a real word.

"Shut up!" I yell. "I can't believe you! You're a total asshole Frank!" His 'pumpkin' looks at me. "You're crazy man, just calm it. He don't love you. Go home."

"Frank; I don't believe in violence but I could totally Smash your Pumpkin!" I growl. It's too late. I'm attached. I'm in love... I can't believe this is happening!

I fight to hold back tears. How could this happen. I'm in love with Frank, the new kid in town, who settled in too fast and is already a jerk. "Don't talk to me! I don't want to hear what you have to say..." I run out of the room and make sure to say goodbye to his mum (who let me in) before getting into my car and driving off.

I hate him. I hate that random guy in his room. I hate his mum for putting too much orange zest into the cookie she gave me. But most of all, I hate myself for letting my guard down and welcoming Frank to my life. I hate myself for loving him. Loving him is burning me into ashes that will soon be carried away by the wind and forgotten about. That's what love is to me now. And I sure as hell hate it.I love him but I'm not in love with him yet. I can take anything he throws at me. I'm not attached to him. Not yet.

I get up and grab my keys and since I'm (rather conveniently) already dressed, I run downstairs and slide on some black shoes with the one hand I have free. Skills.

I get in my car and start driving. "Frank? Can you talk to me? Just for a bit? I'm, uh...making coffee for me and Mikey and I'm sooooo bored. Talk to me sweetie." I use 'sweetie' to piss him off, or get him to tell me about his pumpkin. "What do I talk about?" he asks. I tell him anything and so he talks about the New Year special of Sherlock and what he thought of it. After that, he paused for a while, deep in thought. Until finally, he drops the bomb. "I have a friend over... and um, well... I... Err... I'm cheating on you..." he whispers. I take a moment to absorb the sinking feeling in my chest. My heart dropped through the floor and is sitting comfortably in my stomach.