If your heart stops beating

~*Frank’s Point of view*~

Alec walked into the kitchen and dropped his bag before opening the fridge. I looked up.
“Bad day?”
He nodded.
“Kevin’s moved to New York. I no longer have a powerful friend. I’m now a target for bullies again.”
“Oh no, what happened?”
“Not much yet. Kevin’s friends still like me, but there’s a new guy in their class who’s big and strong and mean, so he’ll probably be the new Kevin. Only you won’t be able to scare the shit out of him and make him like me cause he’s bigger than you.”
“What? So just because he’s bigger than me that means I can’t scare him?”
He sighed.
“I don’t want you to scare him. If I can keep my head down and just be normal then maybe I won’t get picked on. I have to say, I’m not off to a very good start. I got shoved in a locker today. They let me out at the end of lunchtime, so the teachers didn’t know.”
I chuckled.
“Aw, poor you. I remember when I used to get shoved in lockers.”
“Really? Why, weren’t you cool?”
“Not in the least. I got bullied a lot.”
He grabbed a can of coke from the bottom of the fridge and snapped it open.
“Well, some good stuff happened today. I’m in a good class. My friends are in my class. My teacher is nice. And I didn’t get any homework. It was an okay first day back.”
“That’s good.”
He shrugged.
“So, you had a good day?”
“Ha ha, if you think sitting around doing nothing counts as a good day.”
“Nothing?”
“Pretty much.”
“Poor you. Which would you prefer, sitting at home doing nothing and being bored or going to school and getting beaten up?”
I considered it carefully.
“Getting beaten up.”
“What? Why?”
“More exciting.”
He laughed.
“It’s not exactly exciting sitting in a dark musty locker for an hour.”
“True. Fighting’s fun though.”
“Yeah, but for me it’s more like let’s play human punch-bag.”
I frowned.
“Like how?”
“Like beating me into a corner and hitting me repeatedly.”
“Hey, that’s not on.”
“Don’t worry, I never get seriously hurt.”
“Seriouslyhurt?”
“I never get much more than bruises. Once I got a black eye. I get a few cuts, but it’s mostly bruises.”
He leaned forward.
“Please don’t call my teacher or anything. It’s going away, I promise.”
I sighed.
“I hate this, Alec. You’re getting picked on and I can’t do anything about it. No, you don’t want me to do anything about it. Do you enjoy being beaten up or something?”
“What? No! I just don’t want to be the wimpy boy who runs to his daddy whenever he gets punched up a bit.”
I grinned.
“What?”
“How many times have you called me your father without thinking? Rhetorical question, don’t answer that. Every so often you forget that you don’t want me to be your dad.”
“I wasn’t- I meant-”
I laughed.
“Don’t worry, I’m just joking.”
He scowled.
“You piss me off.”
“Ha ha, you piss me off.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Yesss... my plan is working...”
“Aaaah, sweet little creep.”
He punched me in the shoulder.
“Shut up.”

**Author's Note: Fuzz. Yay.

Unfortunately, this story is coming to a close. The second-to-last chapter will be a real bang though, and I am going to do a sequel, which will actually start as this one finishes, in the last chapter. It just has to be a sequel because it's a totally different story.

Didjaknow, this story covers 76 pages in word, size 12 Verdana font. Long, eh?

Well, anyways, there may be another chapter up tonight.

XD

Bye! **