The New School's Kid Is A Homeless Bisexual Whore

Day 21

Frank still had his mum's card, he brought alcohol, making himself drunk again. So, here I was, trying to prevent him for jumping out of the stairs for the fifth time. "If I jump from here, I'd lend there, you think I can do it ?"
"Frank, just get to sleep already." I order him.
"I don't want to !"
"Then what do you want ?"
"I want... you !"
"Frank, go to sleep, you're really drunk..."
"You don't understand ! I... I love you... oops, I said it, it was meant to be a secret ! Now you're going to hate me..." He's drunk, he doesn't mean it. "Oh Gerard, you make my heart burn !" He started singing.
"Nice one Sinatra, now go to sleep."
"Tell me that you love me." He ordered firmly.
"C'mon, Frank, just get to sleep."
"Tell me that you love me." He repeated, as his look darkened, and I almost felt scared.
"I-I love you..." I say without my will, fearful. He looked at me for a brief second, then suddenly kissed me for the second time. I felt dizzy, not knowing if it's the alcohol taste that he transmitted me, or his lips themselves.

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Hello !

Ew kisses...

I don't know about you but, every damn time I look at that picture of Frank, I feel like his features are changing, I mean it, every damn time, I don't even have to stare at it too long to notice it... things are getting real strange and paranormal since that dream that I had, just last night I heard MIKEY! (my electric guitar) playing by itself, and I have these really creepy dreams/nightmares.

Anyway !

Have you seen that joke that I made ? Frank Iero, Frank Sinatra. Okay I'm leaving...

I hope you enjoy.

Love, 

-$M@