dyscatastrophe

dare (frank)

42. jesus christ. i had 42 notifications from instagram, about half of which were from my best friend, mikey way.

mw: frsnk

mw: frank*

mw: crap

mw: hey

mw: frank  answer me

mw: COME ON ANSWER ME ITS IMPORTANT

mw: frankkk

mw: where are u

mw: seiously ur on ur phone 24/7 and when i need to reach you ur gone    -.-

mw: wow

mw: jfc dude answer me

mw: hey

mw: hey frankieee

mw: FRANK

frankie: WHAT THE FLYING FUCK DO YOU WANT YOU FUCKING CORNDOG

mw: YAY WOW U ANSWERED *claps hands*

frankie: don't fucking do that

frankie: what do u want

mw: can i come over

frankie: sure idc

mw: my brother wants to come

frankie: what gerard?

mw: yea he wants to meet u

frankie: y tho

mw: idfk but can he come

frankie: if he wants

mw: ok thx btw im gonna warn you now hes gay so he may hit on you

frankie: ok idc just come over already

read 7:47

i waited for a few minutes before i heard a knock on the door and mikey's voice screaming at me to open it up. i sighed, setting my phone down to charge. i stood up, groaning, before unlocking the door. it swung open and it jammed into my toe. i screamed and jumped backwards, holding my toes in one hand. i grimaced in pain and then huffed. "ow, ow, ow."

"holy shit, dude, you okay?" i looked up to see a boy about 20 years old staring at me, slightly amused, but worried. mikey stood behind him, laughing hysterically. i glared at him. "yeah, im fine but your brother won't be." i let go of my foot and jumped on top of mikey, wrestling him to the ground, leaving him there holding his shoulder and frowning at me. "frank, you bitch." gerard laughed, just slightly.

i felt a chilly breeze blow my hair to the other side of my head. "what the hell? haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door? jesus christ." i slammed the door shut and walked to the couch.

"you sound like my mom."

"thanks." i switched on the tv to the simpsons. mikey sat up, groaning. "this is boring. wanna play truth or dare?"

i jumped up, maybe just a bit of an overreaction. "yes!"

"let's do it." gerard said, shrugging his shoulders.

we all sat down on the floor. "alright, frankie, you first. truth or dare?" mikey looked at me expectantly. "dare. i pick dare. whatcha got?" i looked at him curiously. mikey looked back and forth between gerard and i. oh, no, this wasn't gonna be good.

'cause we are all just a bunch of animals that never paid attention in school

                                           kill all your friends-my chemical romance

//OOH IT'S ABOUT TO GET TOASTY UP IN THIS OVEN   ok wtf micheal

 -mikey (way)   (479 words)