Are You a Lover or a Fighter?
Midget...
Mikey and I sat snapping 'myspace' pictures as everyone else ran around trying to get ready for the show. I kept making comments about how Frank needed more makeup than everyone else and he replied with things like 'you should try using more' or 'it doesn't help you at all'
"Fuck off shorty," I muttered.
Okay, so we still loathed eachother, but luckilly, at this point it was more of habit/joking around. We weren't really being mean, and we weren't taking each other's comments seriously... It was just what we did...
But he was still a disgusting jerk!
"You should just ask him out," Mikey said under his breath.
"What?!" I asked, whipping around, not realizing I had been staring at Frankie------ FRANK! Frank! Not 'Frankie'!--- as he walked away.
"Nothing," Mikey said, rolling his eyes beofre snapping another picture.
"Frank, you smell like old gym socks, take a fucking shower asshole!" I yelled.
Frank gave me a confused look before glaring and muttering 'bitch.' Mikey looked over at me, "What was that for?"
"I... Er... I need a Redbull," I sighed
"Fuck off shorty," I muttered.
Okay, so we still loathed eachother, but luckilly, at this point it was more of habit/joking around. We weren't really being mean, and we weren't taking each other's comments seriously... It was just what we did...
But he was still a disgusting jerk!
"You should just ask him out," Mikey said under his breath.
"What?!" I asked, whipping around, not realizing I had been staring at Frankie------ FRANK! Frank! Not 'Frankie'!--- as he walked away.
"Nothing," Mikey said, rolling his eyes beofre snapping another picture.
"Frank, you smell like old gym socks, take a fucking shower asshole!" I yelled.
Frank gave me a confused look before glaring and muttering 'bitch.' Mikey looked over at me, "What was that for?"
"I... Er... I need a Redbull," I sighed