First Date - Frerard 4

"I bet he doesn't even want to go out with me anymore!" Gerard whined, blowing his stuffy nose.

"Gee, I'm sure that's not the case." Mikey sighed, knowing that his brother was prone to overreacting.

"But Mikes, he's not responding to any of my texts!"

"Um, how many did you send?" Mikey asked.

"Only three." his brother replied.

"Clingy much? Gee you've only known the guy for a day, and you don't even really know him, I think you're making a mountain out of a molehill here. His phone probably just died or something."

"Or something, or something?!? Mikey, what if he's hurt and know one knows, he could be dying right now! Or, or he could have stopped answering because he realized that he's not into guys. Maybe this whole date was just a prank to make me feel bad! Or he could've been mugged. Mikey! What if he was mugged! Maybe they kidnapped him! He could be -"

"GERARD, SHUT UP!" Mikey screamed, "Just Because he didn't answer your text doesn't mean anything has changed since yesterday. Frank's fine, and I'm willing to bet that he's sitting at home or work right now, and any minute now he'll text you back. Now please may I go back to watching the damn TV in peace!?"

"You're probably right Mikes, he must have just misplaced his phone, or had forgotten to charge it. You know what? Mikey, you're the best brother anyone could ask for. I'm going to run to Starbucks right now and get you a coffee, I'll be back in twenty." Gerard said.

"Thanks Gee," Mikey smiled "I love you bro."

"I love you too."

 

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'I must've been tired,' he thought, glancing to his clock 'I slept over fourteen hours.'

His phone vibrated.

~3 new messages~

He checked the messages, they were all from Gerard.

The first read;

  

~well, you can't be nearly as excited about the date as i am(:~

The next;

~hey frank, are you there?~

The last;

~um, okay, i guess i'll just talk to you later~

'Oh, shit" he thought 'I fucked up, he probably thinks I blew him off. Who goes to bed at 7pm anyway?'

Nervously Frank started to type;

~hey gerard, i'm really really sorry about last night, i fell asleep, at like 7:15, i swear i didn't mean to blow you off, i don't know what happened~

He waited, impatiently for a reply.