Subway Train ➫ Frerard

chpt. thirty-three ➫ plan b?

frank couldn't stay at campus within school hours, so he hung out at the bar bob worked at. he didn't drink or anything, but he just talked to bob and stuff. he felt it weird sitting at a place where he'd normally cause so much chaos and trouble, just to talk to a friend.

"did you hear about lyn-z and gerard?" bob snickered as he wiped down the counter.

"yeah, it was pretty awful what she did," frank wiped his mouth. "i never knew she-or anyone-would go that crazy for a crush."

"she has some..." bob leaned toward frank and whispered. "history."

"history?" frank repeated.

"yeah, dude. some people call her a witch-" bob paused. "not appearance-wise, but personality-wise."

frank shrugged. "she does have ways."

"i've seen her just talking before, she sounds like she speaks in some tongue language. she backbends like someone outta the ring, dude. that girl's freaky."

"okay, that's kinda creepy," frank said uncomfortably. "i don't think she speaks in tongues, but i semi-believe the backbend."

"you're right. and the backbend is a hundred-percent true. she takes like... like pilates or something." bob raised his eyebrows.

"hm." frank nodded. 

"the hitmen, though." bob clicked his tongue, breaking the somewhat awkward silence between him and frank. 

"yeah. who knew?"

"like i said, man. witch." bob chuckled as he waved his fingers in the air.

frank half-smiled. he shifted in his seat a bit because of his unknown uncomfortableness. bob noticed how much frank was moving, and decided to ask him about it.

"all good, frank?" bob asked.

"uh," frank shrugged. "yeah... i just have like, this uncomfortable feeling... like someone's watching me."

just as frank said that, bob noticed a man in a black hood standing at the restroom entrance, staring at frank. 

bob's eyes widened in panic and fear. he tried to make sure the man didn't see he was trying to hide frank. "okay, uh frank."

"what?"

"do not turn around, but there's a dude staring at you and it doesn't look like he's gonna leave anytime soon. i'm gonna text gerard, because that guy might be with witch-lady." bob said, pulling out his phone.

frank hyperventilated, getting up from his chair. the man lunged forward slightly, but not enough for frank to notice him.

"frank." bob moved out of the counter to help frank sit back in his chair. "dude, calm down, i have you."

"bob, i'm scared."

"don't be, i have a plan." bob sat next to frank. "i just told gerard to come to the bar at closing time. everyone will be gone by then, including that dude. so don't worry, you're with me."

frank looked at bob a bit uneasy and nodded. "thanks."

"no problem." bob patted frank on the back. "for now, just stay here and talk to me."

--

bob?

hey gerard. come over to the bar now.

yeah, i'm walking there right now, but i think there's a guy following me.

oh balls. 

don't run. casually walk here.

okay.

gerard didn't want to look back and see the guy, but he saw him enough to know what he was wearing and how he looked.

gerard neared the bar and entered into it. as soon as he got in, bob announced that the bar was closing. he turned over the "open" sign to "closed."

frank had his head down on the counter, quietly, yet heavily breathing. gerard sat next to him and rubbed his back.

"hi frankie." he whispered.

frank lifted his head up a little. he peeked through the hair in his face and saw gerard's tiny smile. "hi gee." he said back.

bob almost got everyone out of the bar, but the man who was following gerard was still standing outside the bar. the hooded guy who was staring at frank was gone, thankfully.

bob shut the door and breathed a tired breath. "are you okay, gerard?"

"i'm fine. that was just really scary, I've never experienced someone-"

BANG!

frank stood up immediately at the sound of the bullets flying and the sound of the glass shattering. 

"bob!?" gerard exclaimed. "plan b?!"