ANON (Frerard)

Part 2: 4. Time Flies (Alternatively Titled: Salt Wars)

It's weird how fast the school year goes by once you've hit that January point. The days keep going by, and all of a sudden it was April already.

Nearly mid-March was when Amy collapsed, and went to hospital, but things from then on looked to be a lot brighter, and at the end of the month Gerard stayed with Frank after a nasty argument.

Frank feels like the days progress in the blink of an eye and he still has no idea what he's doing with his life.

It's April eighth, Frank can't believe it. Especially since that means that tomorrow is Gerard's birthday, and he's going over to have dinner with of course the birthday boy, and Mikey, oh don't forget Donna, that loving mother of their's, plus Pete's apparently been practically living there recently, so Frank figures that he'll be there, and oh yeah, Bert. Yay.

Frank doesn't care if what he did to Gerard was an accident, he doesn't give a fuck. And the only reason Bert hasn't heard anything from him, is because Gerard specifically said not to say anything to him. Frank is only respecting his best friend's wishes, but if Bert tries anything tomorrow, he's not gonna hold back.

Something Frank needs to do, is pick up Gerard's birthday present, which is sort of almost impossible when you don't own a car, or can't drive, because the convenience store doesn't sell paints, and in the suburbs, that's the only source you've got in walking distance.

So Frank calls Jamia up, seeming sweet and not like he wants anything, but it doesn't work out anyways, because Jamia doesn't pick up, even after he's like quintuple texted.

Frank resources to calling April, because maybe she can steal her parents' van, as long as they're not home and they took the other car.

"April, my soul mate, how are you doing on this fine evening?" Frank butters her up.

"Not too pleasant, man. I just resisted the urge to overdose on Midol because my uterus is attacking me," she replies.

"Well, congratulations on not killing yourself?" Frank then continues on. "Are your parents home?"

"I think you started that meme wrong," she counters.

"No, seriously are they home?"

"Um, no. Why?" she informs, confused.

"I need you to drive me somewhere," Frank finally spits it out.

"Why do you only call me if you need something?" April wails in a dramatic, mock-hurt, expression.

"So will you do it?" Frank wonders.

"Be at my house in twenty."

***

"Why the fuck are we at Michaels?" April asks, as they enter the store, garnering the attentions of the old lady clerk, and the suburban mother at the check letting her child cause destruction to the displays.

"I need to buy paint," Frank explains.

"I know you joined art class, but don't they provide you with that shit?" April teases.

"Fuck off, it's not for me. It's for Gerard, his birthday is tomorrow," Frank clears it up.

"Ohhh, that makes sense," she responds.