The Band Boy

The Coffee Trip

same day:

"Mikey, hurry your ass up!!!" I yelled at Mikey, who was stumbling over his own untied shoes. I was  about to text Frank, but he popped up out of nowhere. 

"Hey." I smiled. In reply, Frank smushed me against him and the wall in a hug.

"RAAAAAPPE!" I shouted. Frank giggled and pushed me closer.

 "Frank, I like you, but this physically hurts."  

He huffed and let me escape the grasp of his always unusual hugs. 

"Hey." Mikey, the slow retard, finally got up to us. 

"Yes! LETS GO HOOOOOOOOOMEEEEE!" I pumped my fists in the air. 

"Sorry, this kid tied my laces together when I wasn't paying attention." He pouted.

"Poor child." I gave an empty gesture of sympathy.

Mikey sobbed and flopped his hands-not arms, but hands- around.

"Headphone?" Frank poked a white earbud (some call them earphones, headphones, and earbuds idek) at my arm and I stuck it in my ear.

"Oh, that reminds me.......you dropped this this morning." Mikey pulled out my iPod and unraveled the headphones, handing me another one.

I stuck the earbud in my free ear, making a chain of headphones. 

As we were walking, my hand kept bumping into Frank's, so he tangled his fingers with mine. I looked up at him, the adorable fucker, smiling at me. I smiled back but this cute moment was cockblocked by Mikey, who sneezed on my neck.

"Mikey!" I whined, rubbing at my neck with my sleeve until it turned red.

"Sorry." He sounded all nasal-toned, like a sick little boy.

"I think Gee got to me." He sniffed. I was about to to reply, but I began coughing violently, for the second time that day. Fuck.

"I hate you." I sniffed at Mikey, who was looking quite guilty.

"Don't blame me, blame Gerard." He frowned. I turned to Frank, who was inching away as far as he could.

"Why are you walking so fast?" I laughed. 

"Sorry, but I will not get sick." 

"Oh really?" I laughed, grabbing his shoulders. I tried to kiss him, but he kept turning his head, making me miss.

"Fine. But just so you know, you already kissed me today, so THERE." I huffed and pouted.

"Oh, then since I'm already infected......." He wiggled his eyebrows, and tried to lean in, until i pushed his face away.

"OHHHHH RE-JECTED!!" Mikey, being a third-party, sang out. We turned and stared at Mikey as in what-the-fuck-are-you-doing-and-when-did-you-get-here.

"Well then." Mikey huffed and stomped ahead. 

"Okay, I have to go this way now." Frank jutted his thumb to the right, pointing to his house. I gave him a hug and jogged after Mikey, as we turned left.

"You still need to pick up your pants." I suddenly remembered.

"Excuse me?"

"And your shirt. You left your clothes in my bathroom, thank you very much." 

"And you left your cell phone in my basement."

"Actually, it's your brother's room." I tried to justify what he had over me.