Summertime Sadness

1: The Call That Started It All

          FRANK'S POV:

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE-
The classic screaming of my alarm projected into my ear, rattling my skull. I grit my teeth and extend my arm, pressing the off button. After you turn off an alarm, it's the best feeling ever. No noise, no sound, and no more goddamn alarm-
BUZZ BUZZ. BUZZ BUZZ.
Goddamnit phone. You have to ruin everything, don't you.
I pick up my phone, squinting my eyes from the sudden light that shone in my face. The little red and green buttons made me smile. Oh right. the buttons.
I pressed the green button, and held the cellular object up to my ear and listened. "Hello?"
" M-Mikey?!? Oh my god we thought you were dead! Please come home. Me and mom are worried sick... " The voice sounded worn, like he has either been screaming or crying.
"Uhhh.... I think you have the wrong number, sorry." I reply, sounding a bit concerned.
"Fuck! Sorry for the language.."  He says it so innocently, and I let out a little chuckle.
"Its fine. I live in a house of sailors, so I'm used to it." We continue to talk for about a minute before he paused for no reason at all. The other line was silent. No sound. Nada! "Uh.... Hello?" " Shhh! " He said it so quietly i could barely understand him. "Hey can you text me, because I need to see what's going on." he technically breathed.
"Okay." I ended the call and composed a new mesage.
F: Hey
G: Hey
F: So what's happening?
G: I think Simone broke into my house. Think it's Mikey. Gonna investigate.
F: Don't investigate! Have you ever seen a horror movie???? This is how you die mf! Hide in a closet and call the cops!
G: dam u rite
G: omfl it's Mikey
G: brb omg
F: k
I put my phone down and got dressed into my school uniform. I didn't know what to do at this point. This is already getting me worked the fuck up and I had an anxiety attack like five minutes ago. This man sounded really desperate, like Mikey was apart of him. I never had any siblings. It sucks being an only child. You have nobody to talk to, nobody to help you when parents aren't home, and you can rough them up a bit while they are having fun. I really needed(and still do), someone to help me through this hell that God put me in. Everyone is like their own little devil, inside and out.
BUZZ BUZZ.
Finally a response.
G: IT'S NOT MIKEY!! IT'S NOT MIKEY!!!!!
F: FUCK I TOLD YOU
G: I'M HAVIJG A LEGIT PANIC ATTAC RN
F: CALL THE FUCKING COPS DUDE!!
G: I DID. THEY WON'T BE HERE IN TIME
F: WYM?
G: I'LL AREADY BE DEAD BY THE TIME THEY GET HERE
F: FUCK. GIVE ME YOUR ADRESS IMMA BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF THIS GUY
G: U in Jersey?
F: Hell yea
G: cool. 42069 Avril Levine rd. House 666
F: nice be there in five
G: plz hurry
F: I will
F: spam if they are like SUPER close.
G: k

I run out the door and hop on my bike, kicking up the bar and pushing myself forward. I pedal fast, making my legs hurt and burn.
Once I get to the house I jump off my bike and take out my pocket knife, going inside. Once I'm inside i text the guy.

F: do u hear me?
G: yea
F: k good. I didn't want to break into someone's house with a pocket knife lmao
G: u have a knifee?!?
F: well, yea I wanna be safe!
G: U have a point. But anyways I'm in the closet upstairs at the end of the hallway on the right.
F: got it

I held the knife out while walking up the stairs. I quietly open the door at the end of the hallway on the right. I step inside and suddenly my phone starts beeping like crazy. it keeps going as I pull out my phone and check my messages

G: he's close
G: hurry plz
G: im m Gina die I swear
G: help
G: his phones ringi mg
G: ringing*
G: plzzzz
G: r u here yer?
G: o wait
F: calm down I can here ur breathing from here lmao
G: wait what
F: I am the man in the doorway

The breathing in the closet stops and the door creaks open, showing an eye. As the door opens i look in the hall and see a person walking around with a fucking  machette. I rush into the room to the closet. I open the door and pull the guy out, dragging him to the window. He opens his mouth in protest, but I put my finger over my lips. I open the window, which didn't make a noise until it was almost all the way open. I pushed him through the window looking down as he landed and got up, putting his arms out. He waved for me to hurry up,  and  I jumped out the window into his arms, and I landed safely. He put me down and we took off running for my house, because that was the only place where two seventeen year olds who are all breathless, one in their uniform and one in their underwear and a tee shirt, would look normal.

I opened my door and led him inside. I plopped down on the couch trying to catch my breath. My lungs burned and my tongue was parched and dry. I felt like death. The kid sat down next to me, also breathing heavily.
"So, what's your name?" I ask after catching my breath a bit.
" Gerard. How about you? "
"I'm Frank."
We sat in silence for a while, when finally Gerard got up and looked through my movie stack. I furrowed my brows and sat up straight.
"What are you doing?" I ask
" Were gonna watch a movie. You can choose. " he says walking over with about five CD cases.
"Uh ok"
He hands then to me and I look through them. I eventually chose between Friday The 13'th century and Insideous.( I chose insideous btw).
he set up the movie, and then looked at me. He smirked and came to sit next to me again. He looked at the screen and smoothly slid his arm around my shoulders. I start blushing and a cheesy smile grows on my face. I lean into the very warm Gerard and close my eyes, starting to dose off.
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\\AN: hope you liked the story so far! This is the first one that I've ever made (technically.).
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