Internet Friends: Ferard Kik Story

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Frank jumped out of the car and ran up to the porch to unlock the door. I chuckled, getting out of the car myself, slamming it shut.

"Calm down there, fella," I said walking up behind him.

"No time for quoting Jim Gaffigan," he said.

"There's always time for quoting Jim Gaffigan."

Frank launched himself into the house, going out of the mudroom and turning left into another room. I took my shoes off quietly, following him with a questioning look.

I entered through the doorway, instantly seeing a violet blue walls and a few posters taped onto them. He had a decent sized bed placed next to a window, a dresser next to it and a desk in front of it. The room seemed a little cramped, but it wasn't at the same time.

Frank started scrambling through a few things on the desk, pushing notebooks and pencils out of the way. "Ah, here it is."

He turned and faced me with a hardback drawing book in hand, staring up at me with a shy smile.

"What's that?" I asked quietly, and he blushed.

"I-It's something I've been working on for you. And I wanted to show it today," he smiled. I grinned and took a step closer as he opened the book with shaky hands. He flipped a few pages, finally landing on one and slowly turning it to me.

My eyes widened when they focused on the image in front of me. I gently grabbed the book, scanning through every detail drawn onto the page.

"You did this for me?" I asked surprised. He nodded, grinning widely as I did. I looked back down at the page, wondering how he got everyone of my features correctly from just the tiny icon of my Instagram account.

I closed the book, quickly engulfing him with a tight hug that startled him at first, but melted into almost instantly. "It's so amazing, Frankie."

"Thank you," he mumbled. "I started on it as soon as we started talking."

"I love you so much, I can't express how much."

He kissed my cheek, pulling away from the hug. "Should we go watch something?"

My eyes lit up in agreement, nodding eagerly and heading down the hall to the living room, passing the dining table as I did so. Frank passed me, going straight for the remote on the coffee table, pressing the power button. I flopped down on the couch, him soon joining and clicking on the Netflix icon on the screen.

"Should we finish watching Beyond the Pale?" I asked.

"Hell yes."

Frank scrolled over the "continue watching" list, pressing the picture of Jim Gaffigan looking like he blends in with the white background.

He appeared on the TV screen in black jeans, a black stripped shirt, and a blazer, holding up the microphone he had. Right as the show continued, he started with his famous hot pocket jokes.

"I'm moving a little slow, I had a hot pocket for dinner..."

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