End of Everything

Frank's POV:

"Uhh..."
I threw the phone on my bed.

"Frank, aren't you going to get that?"

I looked down.

"It's Jamia."

"Whoa!
Don't answer it.
Bitches don't deserve second chances."

I picked the phone up.
"I don't know..."

I opened it.
"Talk."
Haha... I'm a drama queen.

Gerard laughed, trying to hide it.

"Frank!
I'm so sorry for having to call you... especially after what I did..."

"Well, Jamia.
If he kicked you out, you can't come back."

"Frank!
You don't understand.
He's trying to protect me.
There are some people trying to murder him."

"Pfft.
And your boyfriend can't handle that?"

"Frank."

"Call Bert or something.
Homeless shelter."

"What?
I-"

"End of conversation.
Bye!"

I hung up the phone.

Gerard burst out laughing.
"O- oh my god.
That was awesome."

"The part where I told her to get a life?
Or when she was about to get murdered."

"I meant the 'Bert' part... getting a life.
However..."

"Gee!
I only did that because she made me cry."

"I know!"

I worried.
Jamia was a nice person.

"I might as well call Bert again and tell him about it."

"Fine, fine."
Gerard wiped at his eyes.
"I'm going to bed.
Join me after you're done."

I got happier.

"Okay."

I dialed Bert's number again.

"Bert!"

"That's 'House of Assholes'."

"Fine,
House of Assholes.
You have a new recriut.
Jamia got kicked out by her other boyfriend... oh yeah.
I didn't tell you that she cheated on me.
Yeah, and Gee and I are together."

"Haha.
I knew it.
Sooo...
Jamia wants in?
I'll call her and tell her we have an opening."

"Fuck,
You're odd."

"I love you too!
Bye."

I hung up.

I dressed in my pajamas and headed toward Gerard's room.

Shit!
My phone rang again.

I needed to charge the damn thing.

...

Mikey.