Boys Don't Have Diarys. Well, I Do {Frerard}

Not writing

Hi I guess,

So this is still a thing so might as well act like a sissy girl while writing in this shit cuz that's normally who writes in a notebook even though some would say it's a diary, it's not!

Since last time I went home and did stuff. Not normal, there's no such thing as normal. Everyone is living proof. No one can describe normal and have it be exactly the same. Normal to me might be wearing dark clothes and smearing eyeliner on my face while shaving the sides of my head but if you ask some random girl what she thinks is normal I can assure you that's not the answer your gonna get. Because everyone's normal is different. Normal is just something we'd like to believe is real.

Well I don't know what that was but okay. When I think of normal I just think about that one guy in detention today. What would his normal be. Does he even have a normal? Is he one of the people who would just describe normal as what everyone should do? He himself isn't one most would say is normal. Maybe that's why I'm thinking about him so much. Maybe he dares to be different.

Maybe he doesn't even try.

That would be cool. I want to talk to him. I don't even know his name. I hope that'll change. Maybe we could become friends. Maybe he could tell me if those were bruises or not. I hope they aren't bruises, how would someone like him even get them? He doesn't seem like the kind of guy to get in fights a lot, he never even looks up at people, he's just doodling on a paper and avoids answering questions from teachers. Not that I blame him.

"Frank! Jamia is here!"

I close the notebook that I have no reason to write in due to the fact I'm not in detention and I have better stuff to do. I throw on a random hoodie from the floor and make my way downstairs. Just as I'm about to walk out the door, my mom stops me. "Frank where are your shoes?" I stop for a moment. "On my feet duh." But then I look down and see I'm only wearing unmatched socks. I run to the little closet that's close by that serves no purpose other than holding jackets and grab a random pair of converse. "Bye mama I love you!" I say as I head out the door.

"Took you long enough you dip." Jamia said with a giggle. I sit on the porch and put on my shoes because I completely failed at doing that earlier. I looked up at Jamia after I was done and held my hand out for her to help me up. "You came without a warning so I wasn't ready to go out." She gave me a knowing look and smirked before saying "Why were you jackin off to gay shit." I looked at her but couldn't help but smile because only she would say something like that. "No." I laughed as a response. "Where are we even going." She looked at me, then to the floor. "I actually didn't think about that I was just bored so I decided you could pick."

"I didn't even know we were going out!" I looked at her while I started walking down the driveway and onto the sidewalk as she followed. "Why don't we just get coffee or something." I looked at her for approval and she just nodded. While we were walking to a local coffee shop Jamia played a song on her phone and turned it up all the way which lead to some stares until she finally turned it off.

On the way there we passed a cemetery which is cool and everything but it's kinda strange the put it in the middle of a bunch of little shops. "Oooo Frankie were passing the cemetery, you know what that means?" I looked at her. "It means if you make a stupid pun about the deceased you gonna end up in there too?" I smirked. She looked at me clearly unamused and softly punched my arm. I just laughed. "Well now I'm not gonna say it cuz your mean." Then she stuck her tongue out. When she did they I poked it because you can't not poke someone's tongue, that's not how that works. Her face melted revealing a disgusted look while I just laughed.

Eventually we got to the coffee shop and I sat down by the windows while Jamia ordered our coffee for us. I looked around the store and I saw that mysterious guy just a few tables in front of me. I stared for a few minutes and he just sat there, until he got a text message. Once he read it he became very jumpy and left the store.

I wonder what that was about.