Part 3

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Third update in one day? Wow.

I got home and was greeted by hungry mewing. "Hey guys." I cooed at the little furballs that rushed around my feet. " How were you today? You didn't ruin anymore of daddy's furniture, did you?" My phone chimed.

Hey cutie, what's your address?

Is this Frank? Cos if not then please leave.

It's Frank, don't worry. I'm not a pervert. Unless...

Unless?

Unless you want me to be one 😉

Ewwwww no

I sent him my address before heading into the kitchen. "Who's hungry?" There were meows in response. I prepared the cat food before setting it down on the floor. I made myself grilled cheese on toast, ate it, and picked up my phone again. I hit call. I put the phone on speaker and placed it down next to the sink before starting to wash my dishes.

"Hey Gee, what's up?"

"I have a date!" I all but squealed down the phone.

"Really? Good for you! Tell me everything." 

"Okay, so this guy came in today to get his bike fixed, and he was there for around twenty minutes or so, and we got to know each other, and we just sorta, like, clicked, you know? And we're getting coffee tomorrow!"

"Give me a name and a mental image."

"Frank. He's real short, but hot, and he has dark hair, olive skin, tattoos and he works in the music industry, producing tracks and shit."

"Nice."

"Oh, Mikes?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm gonna need help, with what to wear and stuff, cos the last time I went on a date was around ten years ago."

"I'll be round tomorrow. Is eleven good for you?"

"Yeah, see ya little bro."

"Bye Gee."

***

"You can't wear that."

"What do you mean I can't wear this?" I asked with a frown. I glanced at my paint splattered jeans and faded once-black-now-grey t-shirt.

"It looks like you're homeless." Mikey stated in an annoyed tone.

"Ugh, fine, you choose something then." 

A few minutes later, I was dressed in black skinny jeans, a plain black t-shirt, black combat boots and my leather jacket. Mikey had managed to find the only clothes in my wardrobe that didn't have cat hair on them. That man was a god. 

Here you go, kinda short but oh well.

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