NO SIGNAL // FRERARD

thirty seven

 This book is ending at chapter forty! Ah, I still remember writing the first five chapters during a Geography lesson with a friend skeptically looking at me and shaking their head at my antics.

Thanks for the reads so far! Love you all! There will probably be a sequel focussed on Ray n' Mikes n' Petey and developing Frankie n' Gee and of course Bob but personally I end stories vv quickly after people get together because otherwise I lose interest.

Therefore! A sequel will come!

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Frank let out a tiny squeal of surprise before he sat up completely and held the phone at a slightly better angle, he was surprised to say the least.

"I live in Belleville! Dude!" Frank's heart fluttered like a hummingbird's heart that's been tasered and caffeinated and taped to play back insanely fast. He felt butterflies in his stomach and he bit his lip, incredibly cheerful and happy all of a sudden. 'Oh my god I can actually meet him, I can meet Gee. I can touch his pretty face and listen to his angel voice and hang out and we can be bestest friends and it'll be perfect and everything will work out and I won't worry about never meeting him oh my god.'

Gerard's smile was wide on the other side, "Hey, let's meet up. Right now. Or I'll come around to your place. Please. Address? I don't care that it's kinda late." Frank's lips parted a little in surprise but then nodded.

"I uh, I, let me send it in chat!" Frank went off Video and typed in his address hurriedly, adding it fully, hoping Gerard would maybe recognize where he was and be able to come over and so Frank could see him. For all he knew, Gerard would be there within an hour and that just made him happy.

"Holy shit!" Gerard cursed again, he had said 'Holy shit' a few times now, as if he still hadn't gotten over the initial shock of actually seeing Frank and realizing he wasn't just a kik bot or a random dude in a different state far far away. No, Frank was real, Frank was nearby and Frank was fifteen minutes away according to google maps and everyone knows that google maps is always right.

"Dude, I'm coming over right now! Holy shit! I'm coming! Just wait for me!" The call abruptly ended and Frank was left in surprise, a happy expression gracing his face as he stared at his phone and began giggling. The happy kind, not the insane, 'oh my god I'm gonna kill you in your sleep!' kind. The, 'i am giddy and squealing i am actually going to meet him this is becoming a fucking reality holy shit i need to put on clothes right now'.

He put his phone down then rushed to his closet, taking a moment to calm himself. 'Breathe'. He calmly picked up a clean top and pulled it over his head, his breathing wavering, Jeans? Sweatpants? He grabbed some comfortable sweatpants and tugged them on then pulled on a fresh pair of black, cotton socks.

Frank shivered a little and bit his lip. He wandered through to his living room and sat cross legged on the couch, trying breathing exercise and making attempts to himself from freaking out.

'In two three four five six seven eight nine...'

'Hold two three four five six seven eight nine...'

'Out two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven...'

'In two three four five six seven eight nine...'

'Hold two three four five six seven eight nine...'

'Out two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven...'

'In two three four five six seven eight nine...'

'Hold two three four five six seven eight nine...'

'Out two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven...'

This continued for a while, the breathing. The calmness. The atmosphere was beautifully quiet and you could hear a pin drop. Frank's eyes were closed and his heart slowed.

His eyelids fluttered open and he smiled. He was happy.

He breathed and stared into the space in front of him, unaware of how much time had passed.

Then, the doorbell rang.