Pyre (Frerard, Rikey, Ryden, Petekey)

23: When You Forgot What You Wrote So You Fuck Up The Plot But You Roll With It

Frank was currently wearing a hole in his already threadbare carpet, his odd bout of pacing brought on by the fact that he was trapped inside his home at an even earlier hour than usual, the curfew having being moved up to ten in the evening instead of midnight on account of the five new murders that had happened over the past week, one of the victims being Frank's neighbor from two doors down, and even though Frank understood that the police were only trying to protect the citizens of Belleville, Frank felt like a teenager who had been grounded after he had been caught sneaking out behind his parents back's.

Frank's restlessness was unusual though, because he was typically a homebody at heart, so the lock-down shouldn't have been bothering him so much, but if Frank allowed himself to delve into his uncharacteristic desire to leave his house, he knew that Gerard was the cause of this, even though he was doing his best not to go there, because that would only doom his flooring to certain death by his feet.

It had been almost three days since Frank had last seen Gerard, and although that wasn't too much time, relatively speaking, it seemed as if years had passed since Frank last felt Gerard's lips on his, and fuck - Frank missed him. His longing for the man far surpassed what he should be feeling for someone he had just met, but Gerard was different, he was special for some reason that Frank couldn't quite explain, and Frank didn't really care that he was acting like a love struck teenager, because he related to that image more than the almost thirty year old he was supposed to be.

And even though Frank wasn't one for waiting around on someone, because he hated playing games, and the straightforward approach was what he preferred, Gerard was breaking all of Frank's previous rules regarding dating. Frank also didn't make a habit of falling head over heels for someone after one date, but that was exactly what was happening to him right now, despite his best attempts at convincing himself otherwise.

Jamia had become fed up with Frank's odd behavior earlier today, inspiring her to drag him aside once he had closed the veterinarian office after the last patron had finally left, sending him a stern look that never boded well for Frank, and he knew better by now than to try and lie his way out of anything when Jamia had that knowing glint in her eyes.

Frank ended up spilling every minute detail of his night with Gerard that he could recall, blaming him for the mark on his neck which Jamia had apparently gotten an eyeful of in spite of Frank's efforts at hiding it, because no matter how much Frank trusted Jamia, he didn't think telling her that he may have been raped by someone that could also erase memories wouldn't go over well, and honestly - he had almost forgotten about the unexplained cause of his bruises and soreness in the wake of Gerard's arrival into his life.

That wasn't to say that Frank wasn't still shaken up, or that he didn't double check all of the locks in his home before allowing himself to sleep, but Frank's main coping method of ignoring things that he couldn't explain or compartmentalize was in full effect, and as long as nothing like this happened again, Frank was more than content with pretending that he had simply had been sleepwalking, and he had somehow fucked himself with his vibrator as well as given himself a hickey on his neck, because the other option wasn't something that Frank wanted to delve into any further.

Jamia had practically deafened Frank with her squeal of excitement when he had informed her that he had in fact been on a date, because she was second to only Frank's mother in attempting to force Frank to settle down with someone, but unlike his mother, Jamia was perfectly fine with the fact that it was a man, much to Frank's relief.

Once Frank had finished his narration about his evening with Gerard, sufficiently satisfying Jamia's curiosity, he had been left alone with nothing but the few dogs he still had in his keeping for company, one of them being the white canine that Brendon and Ryan hadn't been back to visit, but Frank had already become attached to the little guy, so there was no way he was taking him to the pound, even if the two men had given up on him.