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4 - Costumes : Part II

*WARNING, SLIGHT R*PE*

Days until Halloween; 2

Later during the dance..

I looked around the men's bathroom. Frank wasn't anywhere to be seen, but a bottle of jack was sitting by one of the sinks. The caps was across the floor near a stall. Where is Frank?  I started opening each stall door, and by the time I got to the 5th one, Frank yelled at me words I had a hard time comprehending, with everything going on. I could smell the stench of alcohol on his breath. It was quite obvious he was intoxicated. He lunged at me and pinned me against the stall behind us.

"Frank!" I screamed. He didn't stop. He tore open his white button up shirt and looked at me lustfully. I wasn't enjoying Frank's attempt to try and do who knows what with me. Immediately after, he passed out and fell to the bathroom floor. I immediately barged back into the main dance area of the cafe to find Annie. I had to see if she could take Frank home. Frank was obviously too intoxicated to drive himself, plus there was no way I was going to be able to carry him home. 

"I can't, I have work to do at my house. I have to get things ready for Halloween." She replied, picking up her bag.

"He's passed out drunk." I stated. 

I'll just have to walk him home. I sighed. I would just have to hope that Frank wouldn't wake up or try to come at me again if he did. I hoisted him onto my back and made my way down the sidewalk. The sounds of crickets could be heard. These noises made me static this time of year. I was still excited for Halloween, despite the drama that was occurring. It suddenly occurred to me that I never bothered asking Annie if she knew where Frank lived. I slapped myself in the face. This meant Frank was going to have to come home with me. Oh, the irony. I was not ready for him to spend the night at my house. On the bright side, I can bring him back up to the cafe tomorrow and drive instead. Then when I leave, ask sober Frank his address.

When we finally arrived home, I opened my front door. I must've left the doors unlocked. I laid Frank down on my couch with a blanket and small pillow. He was still passed out drunk, so I quickly fetched a glass of water from my kitchen. 

"Why the heck..?" Frank whispered under his breath.

"I was helping you!" I yelled. I ran so fast back into the living room when I heard Frank, I almost spilled the cup of water on my brand new ghost carpet.

"Sure. You just pop in and use the excuse that you're helping me? Why would I be laying on your couch?" Frank said. He was still obviously drunk. He would never act like this to me. At least, I would assume so from how he has so far. Then again the bathroom situation was questionable. I don't think I'm going to remind Frank of it, though.

"I was!" I yelled back rather defensively. I handed Frank the cup of water.

"Why so defensive?" Frank chuckled.

"Why so ugly?" I walked towards the door. Frank's irritating ways still in my presence, even drunk. How typical. He's lucky I even took him home."By the way Mr. Drunk Way-"

"Why did you say Mr. Drunk Way?" Frank asked, confused."Are you talking to yourself?" 

"Are you drunk?" I rolled my eyes,"Don't get your hopes up." 

"BURGLAR!" He screeched, throwing my ghost blanket at me and running for a nearby sword in the other room. I pushed the blanket off of myself.

"Dude!" I yelled,"I came back to tell you we have to go to the costume convention."

"Oh." Frank said, out of breath. Silence fell in the room for a couple seconds.

"You are coming, correct?" I asked.

"Of course." Frank replied

"Did you want to sleep tonight? We can head over to the cafe tomorrow... the costume convention isn't until 4, so I was thinking we could watch some movies and pass the time... You're still drunk and stuck here with me, so." I chuckled. 

"You did get costumes, right?" Frank asked. 

"No." I blushed.

 My eyes widened when he told me he had a ghost costume and a phone costume at his house. They were the perfect match and I was trying to contain my excitement. See, the point of the costumes, was he was the ghost haunting me. He knows I hate ghosts that haunt my phones. It's an inside joke I have. With myself.

"Where did you get those? When did we agree on being a phone and a ghost?!"

"I'll be the ghost, calm down." Frank rolled his eyes. He knew I was too happy about the costumes.

"I still don't know how you would know to get those." I said, while taking my shirt and jeans off. I thought it was pretty. odd. that Frank was staring at me. It was probably the alcohol so I didn't really think twice about it. I gave Frank a t-shirt of mine and a pair of boxers to wear over night. He was definitely sleeping on the couch, I still didn't trust him, so there was no way we were sleeping in the same bed over night. 

"What's wrong?" Frank asked, walking along side of me. 

"I don't know." I said.

"Are you still thinking about how I read your mind?" he cocked his head to the side. We sat down on a bench together for a second.

"No, but I still want an answer to that." I snapped.

"Follow me." He whispered, tightly grasping my hand.

A/N: Sorry, this is so short. But yeahh.. Umh, hope you like the update. ENJOY FRERARD BC EVERYONE LOVES FRERARD!! :D

A/N(JULY 2018): UPDATED!! No, it's not perfect. But it's definetley improved. I'm not the best writer, so you guys aren't getting the best. But, I tried, so.