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Radio Man

034

Gerard left 10 minutes ago because Mikey was complaining how he could hear them having sex. Even though they actually weren’t. All they were doing was kissing.

For the past 9 minutes and 30 seconds Frank has been smiling. His cheeks are now hurting. The cheeks on his face that is.

For the past 8 minutes he’s also be licking his lips every few seconds, reviving the taste of Gerard. But it’s almost gone.

Frank thinks someone needs to make a Gerard flavoured chap-stick because he tastes good.

There’s a faint taste of cigarette and coffee along with something sugary. It’s nice. It’s real. Frank likes real.

He still can’t get over the fact of what just happened. It’s a little too surreal. But it’s slowly sinking in.

Slowly sinking in that Gerard likes him back. Gerard kissed him.

Frank’s starting to smile again as he thinks of it.

Although Frank is happy in his own little world, he needs a coffee. And he’s afraid that the memory of what just happened can’t go without a steaming coffee in between his hands.

The kettles boiled, which he turned on just after Gerard left. As Frank goes to get up he kind of maybe trips a little on a cushion on the floor.

But no one sees it so it never happened.

But then his knee catches the end of the coffee table and this time he does trip. Falls. Face down. On the ground. And now he has The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus stuck in his head.

But oh my fucking shit did that hurt. He lets out a sort of groan, something a dying wilder beast would make.

He doesn’t know why a wilder beast to be honest. Just popped in his head. He’s been having a lot of animal cruelty visions lately.

Maybe it’s trying to tell him something.

“You. Fucking, owww,” he slowly gets up, waiting for the applaud of the audience that isn’t there on how great his fall was.

Luckily he lives alone.

He’s stirring his coffee when he sees something small and black whiz past in the corner of his eye.

It was fast and small and for a second he thinks it’s a mouse. But it can’t be. He has traps set around the place. Not the kind that kills them. No. he may have cruel thoughts for animals but he never actually hurts them.

On purpose anyway.

But then he sees it again and the black thing stops as if it can feel Frank’s eyes on it and Frank jumps in the air and screams, grabbing a near by newspaper and killing the small animal.

“Fuck! Oh my god! Oh. Oh my god!” Frank can’t stop looking at the squashed mess of what looked to be a tarantula on his kitchen counter.

Frank doesn’t kill animals or creepy crawlies unless they threaten to crawl on him, bite him and lay their eggs under his skin.

He thinks he’s a decent human being.

But now Frank’s afraid there’s a whole family of spiders in his apartment. And that thought alone makes him want to scream for his mom. She would protect him.

But he settles for going next door to Mikey’s and asking if he can stay in there for the night instead.

He’s sure Mikey is a manly man who will protect him from the evil 8 legged creatures.

Mikey. His saviour.
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Sorry for the delay. It's 6.30am here and I woke up an hour ago. It's summer here but i'm officially freezing, wearing a hoodie and sweat pants. LOL. can blame that on the cyclone heading towards us. It's meant to hit tonight. Fun Fun.

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