Frank had been running around the whole damn house for bout 546 minutes now. He had to find his one and only. Eva. Frank was so tired of running now. He sat down on his couch that was secretly filled with Frerard pictures. He was so sad. Then all of a sudden...the phone rang. Frank ZZOOOOOOMMMMEEDDD to the kitchen to pick up the phone. He picked it up with his cold, sweaty, shaky hand. "WHO DA HELL CALLIN ME AT THIS HOUR?" Was all that Frank could think to say. The person on the other line was VvvERERRRYYYy shook but still responded. "You know who I am, bby." Frank's eyes went wide. It was Barry.
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The Oatmeal Fic | CrankThatFrank
FanfictionAll Frank wanted to do was take an oatmeal bath. But life isn't that easy. (I am truly sorry for this, Frank.) Started and finished this in 2017. Sometimes I come back to edit things.
