there isnt enough soulmate frerard fanfics so i made one

3: mac and cheese, pizza rolls and hot pockets -frank

I'm doing 1 on Wednesdays and 2 on Saturday (for updates) 

also this is pre written, I'm not stressing myself out :)

how's y'alls life,

mine could be better, 

mental stability really jumped out the window :D

but minus mental stability I got the  true lives of the fabulous killjoys, national anthem, umbrella academy, and you look like death, and a weighted blanket so that's nice

anyway here is thee chapter

I run out the door wearing a hoodie. McDonalds or Walmart? Fuck it.

Both.

I can eat every other day, that's fine. I have enough money to last 2 weeks if I eat every day. I'll starve.

He's normally gone for about a month at a time. God knows what he does during that time.

I type in McDonalds and Walmart to see where they are, distance and that shit.

"you're disgusting" someone yells, I look down and see I'm wearing my only pride hoodie I own.

I look an old looking shit. "go fuck a pop tart you old hag," I yell back and continue on my way.

It doesn't take long after that to get to McDonalds. I order a salad, French fries and apple juice. 

I see some hot guy with bright red hair look at me, then check me out then look away, a slight pinkish color on his cheeks.  

Woah, am I seeing this right? Hot cross dressing pastel guy. Checking me out? 

That's not right. 

Must be my eyes playing a trick on me or some shit. Why would a hot guy check me out?

I get my food and sit down. I look up every once in a while to see him starring and then looking at his chicken sandwich as if he wasn't just starring at me moments ago.

This is weird. No one looks at me. No one stares at me.

I finish my salad and fries. I leave, I don't say anything to him. He wouldn't like me. It's only been Jamia. 

Any way nothing life changing, unless you count one extra day of food and drinks life changing.

I walk home carrying the food.

Just mac and cheese, pizza rolls and hot pockets. I also got myself some stuff for grilled cheese.

I  managed to to get chips and shit.

As long as he comes back within a month I'll be good.

~next day~

I wake up at the evil ass hour of 7 am. I groan and grow a pillow at the wall. At least it's not 5 am.

I stare at the ceiling. Is this my life now? All I do is try to pay bills and get enough food to survive. Is this what my life has become? I can remember a time where I was happy, I had a good friend, I had parents.  Now? I'm lucky to see my dad once a month. I have one friend Jamia, and that boy has almost completely faded to the point of me wondering if I made him up.

I put on my jeans when I notice something, my wrists seems to have a single dot on them, it wasn't there last night. I ignore it and throw on my hoodie.

 I look around my room to see if I need anything else. I grab my phone, keys and backpack.

I walk out the door and the walk to school its quite boring.

I walk in and laugh. God people are going to hate me.

I run around and count how many times I can do this before class, 10 minutes. Being short seems to have its perks for once.  I'm on 25 guys.

26... 27... 28... 29...

"hey! Apple juice boy." I turn around to see the pastel red head. I sigh.

Shit.

"why'd you do that?" he asked sweetly.

"why are you dressed like an easter egg?" I throw back. He looked shocked but soon smiles.

"you look like you're going to a funeral... who died?"  he asks jokingly.

I just stand shocked, "no one you asshole" I just walk away.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.

I walk to the bathroom. Go to the stall and cry. I thought I was having a good conversation for once, that kid couldn't have  known, but still I just want happiness. I want my mom back. I want someone who I can talk to. I want to feel anything except pain. I would call Jamia but I'm pretty sure she has a test today or something.

I hear footsteps and a knock on the stall.

"Apple juice boy?" the person I can only assume is the pastel boy says.

WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT