Danger Days: Before Infamy (Frerard)

Chapter 3: Pop-Tarts and Heart to Hearts

Poison grabbed his bag from the floor where he had dropped it after walking in. Frank smiled at him from behind, and, with the box of Pop-Tarts in hand the two made their way outside. Poison lead him to the side of the house and sat down, leaning his back against the wall and patting the ground next to him. Frank did the same and squealed excitedly as Poison placed the cardboard box down in between the them.

"Ok, Ghoul. Let's make this special, alright?" He opened the box slowly and pulled out the first silver package. Frank's mouth watered, he could smell the faint fruity smell coming from the package. They had gotten the plain strawberry ones, because those ones were all the store had. The fake smell of strawberry was enough to make his mouth hand open. Poison smirked at him and ripped open the package. Frank's arm quickly shot forward and made grabby-hands for one of the two that came in the package. Poison chuckled and shook his head at him, pulling away from him.

"Not just yet," he said. Frank stared at him angrily and made a sound of distress. "Oh come on, don't hate me. Here's how this is gonna go- I'm gonna ask you a question and if you answer it you can take a bite."

"What! I'm starving! Besides that's hardly fair, why don't I get to ask you anything?"

"You can, we can play it both ways. I'll answer your questions for a bite too." Frank glared at him suspiciously, crossing his arms around his chest. Eventually he gave in, but only because his stomach was screaming at him.

"Fine."

"Great, I'll go first. How'd you come up with Fun Ghoul?"

"Sounds like fungula which means 'fuck' in Italian. Plus its a cool name." Frank spoke fast, eager to get his hands on the gold laying in Poison's hand. Poison laughed at him.

"How did you even know that?"

"I'm Italian." He shrugged, raising his eyebrows at Poison in an attempt to say 'give me that fucking Pop-Tart now you cunt'. The smile on Poison's lips widened as he leaned in closer to Frank and, instead of handing handing him the Pop-Tart like he expected, shoved it against his lips. Frank met his eyes with a bewildered look before opening his mouth and just letting Poison feed him. He forgot about it the second the food hit his tongue, his eyes fluttering shut.

"Holy shit," he said under his breath. A slew of curse words slipped from his mouth as he chewed real food. As soon as he swallowed he wanted more, and was about to take another bite when Poison moved his hand back.

"Enjoy that?" He said, laughing even harder now. "You gotta ask me a question." Frank sighed.

"Ok, how'd you come up with your name?" He didn't bother trying to come up with anything better, he really just had food on his mind at this point.

"Nothing as grand as your story. I just thought it sounded cool." Frank nodded and looked at him expectantly, ready for his own question. "Well? You're just gonna leave me hanging then?" Poison nodded towards the other Pop-Tart lying on top of the wrapper on the ground.

"I have to do it for you, really?" Frank said, letting out an irritated sigh.

"Hey, I fed you, its only polite!" Frank laughed at him and shook his head, then picked it up and slapped Poison in the face with it. The top half broke off and fell onto the ground. "Hey, what the fuck, man!"

"I'll still eat it," Frank giggled, reaching for it. Poison slapped his hand and grabbed it himself.

"Anyone would," he said, taking a bite. Frank looked down and smiled when he noticed the rest of the Pop-Tart in his hand. Without hesitation he shoved the entire thing in his mouth and began to chew around a huge mouthful. Poison stared at him in wonder, but Frank wasn't really all that concerned with him in that moment. "That's cheating, dude." Frank shrugged.