Internet Friends: Ferard Kik Story

12

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Frank and I had been walking down the poorly paved gravel road of First Street, heading back home to my house just about two blocks away. The moonlight had illuminated the ground, the trees, and other buildings surrounding us, perfectly, since there was not a single cloud in the sky on this peaceful night. Frank started to trudge his feet up against the ground, probably worn out from the overdose of exercise. But he just had an eight hour nap, I don't see how he could be drowsy already.

"Hey, are you tired?" I asked looking to my right at him. He shook his head, taking his phone out from the back pocket of his black skinny jeans.

fronk fronk is typing...

fronk fronk: no, its just too much walking tbh

The corner of my mouth rose slightly, agreeing with him that today has been a long day of exercise. "Do you want me to carry you?" I offered. He shook his head again. I nodded, sliding my arm around his hips, pulling him closer to me as we continued on up the road. He smiled, nuzzling his head onto my shoulder.

We both made it half way up the street, Frank stopping us by a 'pedestrian walking' sign with, what's supposed to be, a man and a woman walking, on the right side of the road. He walked up to the dark yellow object, pointing up to what was spray painted white right by where the dude's ass was.

I burst into laughter, thinking how the hell someone got away with vandalism around here, especially it being a dick. Frank grinned very widely, keeping himself from laughing along to not cause anymore pain. I walked up onto the sidewalk, examining the glorious image. I laughed again, looking at Frank and him giving an amused look in return.

Somewhat waddling over to him, I grabbed both of his hands, swaying them side to side gently.

"Thank you for showing me this, child," I kissed his nose. He scowled at the name, but smiled back, standing up on his toes to press a loving peck on my forehead. I giggled, taking him back onto the road to keep walking.

Hand in hand, we rounded the corner of the street, landing on Elm. On the left side was the playground of the school for the elementary kids, and on the right two houses, one being a green, two-story, and the other being brick.

Eventually we made it onto Cemetery Drive, passing by the brick house, onto the lawn of mine. We walked up the old, wooden porch, me opening the glass door before pulling out my keys and unlocking the main door. Frank slid passed me swiftly, taking his sneakers off behind the couch and going around to sit on it.

I giggled at his actions, untying my laces and setting my shoes next to his, walking into the kitchen. I sat the keys down on the table, making my way over to the fridge. I pulled it open, scanning quickly through the items of many foods. I decided on Go Gurt.

The best snack ever.

I slid two out of the box from the bottom shelf, closing the fridge and heading back into the living room. I handed the second tube of magical yogurt to Frank, sitting comfortably next to him.

"Are you able to eat that?" I asked, taking a slurp from mine.

(Slurp is just a funny word ngl)

He nodded enthusiastically, tearing off the plastic from the top and flinging it on my face. I flinched, peeling it off my face and scrunching up my nose. I glanced at him, muttering a "bastard" and putting it on the armrest of the couch.