Daydream Of My Funeral (Frerard)

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I must have fallen asleep because i was awoken very suddenly by a loud bang on the door. I looked over to frank who had my book in his hands but his head facing the door.

"Morning loves, breakfast." I grunted in response and took a bottle of water and an apple while frank took some sort of yogurt.

I opened the water and drank it all very quickly which made frank throw me a questioning glance.

"Thirsty?" He laughed and i nodded, taking a bite of the apple. I watched him as he moved his yogurt around with his spoon but didnt actually eat it.

"Frank?" He looked up at me without saying a word.
"Eat it." He just sighed and nodded, beginning to eat it. Well that was easy.

Frank dragged me down into the big ass library that was held downstairs and we spent hours going through all the books we had read and looking for ones we hadnt. We quickly learnt that we had the same taste in books and had read most of the same books. As we only found 3 or 4 new books, we checked them out and rushed up to our bedroom to begin reading. The first one was called Boys Dont Cry. The others consisted of 99 Days, the company of ghosts , and finally, running wild. ***(All of these are real books and i highly suggest them, not sure of most of the authors tho lol)***

Instead of reading it alone, we read it outloud together. I felt really bad for the characters brother, been there dude. Despite it being a decently long book, we finished it in 4 hours with only 2 breaks. For lunch we had eaten the same as breakfast and now we were just discussing our favourite books. Hes really enjoying am i normal yet? And he hopes to write a book like it someday if he ever finds the motivation.

Swiftly, the conversation turned to our dream jobs.

"So you can be anything, pretend you have all the degrees or whatever, what do you become?"
"Comic artist or a singer" i said, smiling at how mikey and i would sing together.
"Damn, gold choices. I want to hear you sing at some point, Way." I nodded and laughed,
"How about you, what do you wanna be?" And he answered so quickly he didnt even think about it.
"Guitarist"
"Dude thats totally awesome, have you ever played before?"
"Nope, never had the money to get a guitar."
"Ah man. Well maybe one day we can be in a super dope band together." He just nodded and chuckled, doodling on some paper he found.

We were met with another knock on our door.

"Hey boys, dinner is held downstairs as you know and its meal time so come on down. Tonight we have pasta." I grunted and frank nodded as the lady left.

"Are you ever going to speak to them?"
"Hmmmm.... no."
"Well, then itll take longer to get out of here. Ive been here 8 months because i refused to talk to my therapist for 6 of those months. I also apparently dont eat enough to be let out yet." I nodded and thought about how i was dreading my first therapy session tomorrow.

Neither frank or i were very hungry so we mostly just drank out way through meal time tonight, talking about childhood stories. I learnt he has no siblings or mother, and his dad didnt care to much, just enough for frank to still consider him a father figure. His life seems pretty tough and it makes me hella sad to be honest.

Maybe itll get better soon.