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~G.POV~

    Frank finally decided to stop staring and entered the bathroom to change. When he came out, I couldn’t help but laugh. We were wearing the exact same thing, aside from two very small differences: 1)He had a white squirrel spray painted on his shirt instead of a tiger and 2) he looked way hotter than I did, even though tigers are better than squirrels. But as Frank would say ‘It’s a bad-ass squirrel, and they overrule all’.

    The similarities of our outfits began to sink into Frank’s mind, “I swear I had this picked out. I didn’t know you were gonna wear that.”

    “Sure you did, Frank” I teased.

    “Gerard, I swear.”

    “I’m just joking. Calm down.”

    “Oh”. He blushed. “Well I think” he said regaining his confidence, “that you’re just jealous that you have a lame tiger, instead of a bad-ass squirrel.”

    I held my hands up in surrender, “You got me.”

    “Ok.” He giggled sarcastically. “Now where do you want to go to eat?”

    “I don’t know…..I like Italian food?” I said shrugging my shoulders.

    “Hmm… How about the Olive Garden?”

    “Yeah! Dude, I haven’t gone there in a looong time.”

    “Ok.” He smiled. “But I hope you’re not too hungry. It’s a bit of a drive.”

    “That’s fine.” I grinned back. With that, Frankie grabbed his keys and we were off to The Olive Garden.

    I’m not quite sure what Frankie was talking about when he said it was ‘a bit of a drive’. Seriously, it only took us 20 minutes to get there. Then again, the fact that Frank was driving 95 mph the whole ride might have something to do with that. But to be totally honest I’m glad he went that fast, cause my stomach was screaming for something to eat.

    Once we were inside, it was a relatively short wait until we were seated at our table. The waitress gave us each a menu and asked what we wanted to drink. Simultaneously, Frank and I said, “Coke, please.” And we, along with the waitress, couldn’t help but laugh.

    “Would you like any appetizers?”  She asked politely.

    “Umm…salad and bread sticks, please.” Frank and I said, once again in unison. The waitress giggled.

    “You two are funny. My name’s Amanda.” She held out her hand, and I shook it. Frank did the same. “I’ll be right back with your drinks and appetizers.” Amanda stated.

    When Amanda disappeared around the corner I leaned over to Frank, “She’s very nice, but she defiantly doesn’t seem like the waitress type.”

    “So now you have to be a certain ‘type’ to be a waitress.” Amanda popped back around the corner.

    “Well no, I just…” I was caught off guard.

    “It’s fine.” She said. “I don’t like it much anyways. But the whole artist thing isn’t making much money so I gotta do something.”

    “You’re an artist? I think that’s cool. And you just made Gerard’s day. He’s an artist too.” Frank smiled.

    “Sick.” Amanda seemed interested. “I’ve never really talked to any other artists. Well not serious artists anyways. What do you do? Draw? Write? Paint?”

    “Well…” I trailed off.

    “He does all of that. But he doesn’t write poems or stories, he writes songs.” Frank answered for me, seeing my hesitation.

    “How good are they?” Amanda smirked.

    “They’re AMAZING!” Frank stated proudly.

    “I don’t think they’re THAT good, Frankie.”

    “Gee, don’t be so modest.” He then turned back to Amanda, “They are that good.”

    “Sweet. Can I see your stuff sometime?”

    “I guess.” I said starting to get comfortable in this conversation. “What do you do?”

    “I mostly draw and write poetry. Right now I’m trying to learn how to play guitar and paint, but neither one of those is going too well.”

    “Then you picked the perfect night to work. I play guitar and Gerard can paint. We can teach you.” Frank volunteered.

    “Really!?!” Amanda practically yelled, obviously excited.

    “Why not.” I said. “It’ll be fun having another artist to hang out with. And Frank is a kick-ass guitarist, so you’re golden as far as guitar playing goes.”

    “Yes!” Amanda smiled goofily. “Does this mean we’re friends?” She asked.

    “I guess it does.” Frank said.

    “If we’re friends, we should probably formally introduce ourselves.” I said “I’m Gerard.” I shook her hand for the second time.

    “And I’m Frankie.” Frank followed my example.

    “Cool so when should I…”

    “Amanda!!!!!” Amanda was cut off. “What are you doing?!?!? I’m not paying you to stand around!”

    “My bad, I….” She trailed off, obviously not having a good excuse.

    “She was trying to help me decide what I should get. And I must agree with her, this red wine and chicken parmesan looks very delicious.” I covered for our new friend.

    “I see.” The one I assumed to be Amanda’s boss said. I knew he was still suspicious, but it was enough to get him off Amanda’s back. “Just keep working.” He continued before turning and leaving the three of us alone once again.

    “Thank you SOOOO much.” Amanda let out a deep breath. “That was my boss. He doesn’t like me too much.”

    “No problem.” I said.

    “But why doesn’t he like you?” Frank questioned.

    “Well, I kinda put graffiti all over the side of the building…I thought it was too plain. He doesn’t like my tattoos either, but I’ve gotten compliments from other people about both of those.”

    “Well I think that’s sick.” Frankie said.

    “Same here.” I agreed. “If your into tattoos, you and Frankie will get along great. He’s covered in them.”

    “And you?” Amanda nodded her head at me.

    “Tattoos? Na. I don’t like needles.”

    “Got it. Well I better get to work before I get fired. Here’s my phone number. Call me and tell me when I can come over. Whatever time’s good for you.” She turned to walk away. “Oh yeah,” She turned back. “I never actually got  our order.” She giggled.

    “Well, that chicken parmesan really does look good. I think I’ll have that.”

    “Do you want chicken parmesan too, Frank?”

    “Na. I’m a vegetarian. Hmm, I’ll have the pasta and broccoli.”

    “Ok. I’ll have them get it out here fast. Tell them Gerard is a famous comic book artist or something.”

    “Thanks Amanda.” I smiled.

    The night continued to be fabulous. We had our food within less than ten minutes of Amanda telling the chefs our orders, which means she actually did say we were famous. It also means we got someone else’s food but I don’t care. I mean, it was what we ordered and I was super hungry.

    Frank and I talked about everything from comics to music to our new found friend, Amanda; and somehow that conversation turned into one about how we wanted s’mores.

    We finished up dinner, paid, and headed for Frank’s car. And who did we see beginning to walk down the road…Amanda.

    “AMANDA!” Frank yelled. Then he turned to me, “Can she come make s’mores with us?”

    “Frankie, ya know I can’t say no to you.”

    “Yay!” He hugged me, excited to be able to invite a friend over.

    To be honest, I was pretty excited too. Both me and Frank have never had friends besides each other, so even though we were both pretty grown up, right then we were just little kids having their friends come over for the first time.

    Amanda was already back in the parking lot of the Olive Garden, so we began to walk toward her. “Hey guys. What’s up?” She greeted us with a smile.

    “We were just heading home and we saw you walking.” I said. “We were both wondering if you wanted to come over to Frank’s house tonight.”

    “I’d absolutely love to!!!” Amanda beamed.

    “Great! We were gonna have a camp fire and make smores!” Frank grinned his childish grin. “OOOOhhhh!!!!! Gee!!! Can she sleep over!?! Please.” He begged. I couldn’t help but smile.

    “Amanda, do you want to sleep over?” I asked.

    “Would I ever!” She responded. “Thanks guys. This is gonna be so much fun!”

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~G.POV~

    Frank finally decided to stop staring and entered the bathroom to change. When he came out, I couldn’t help but laugh. We were wearing the exact same thing, aside from two very small differences: 1)He had a white squirrel spray painted on his shirt instead of a tiger and 2) he looked way hotter than I did, even though tigers are better than squirrels. But as Frank would say ‘It’s a bad-ass squirrel, and they overrule all’.

    The similarities of our outfits began to sink into Frank’s mind, “I swear I had this picked out. I didn’t know you were gonna wear that.”

    “Sure you did, Frank” I teased.

    “Gerard, I swear.”

    “I’m just joking. Calm down.”

    “Oh”. He blushed. “Well I think” he said regaining his confidence, “that you’re just jealous that you have a lame tiger, instead of a bad-ass squirrel.”

    I held my hands up in surrender, “You got me.”

    “Ok.” He giggled sarcastically. “Now where do you want to go to eat?”

    “I don’t know…..I like Italian food?” I said shrugging my shoulders.

    “Hmm… How about the Olive Garden?”

    “Yeah! Dude, I haven’t gone there in a looong time.”

    “Ok.” He smiled. “But I hope you’re not too hungry. It’s a bit of a drive.”

    “That’s fine.” I grinned back. With that, Frankie grabbed his keys and we were off to The Olive Garden.

    I’m not quite sure what Frankie was talking about when he said it was ‘a bit of a drive’. Seriously, it only took us 20 minutes to get there. Then again, the fact that Frank was driving 95 mph the whole ride might have something to do with that. But to be totally honest I’m glad he went that fast, cause my stomach was screaming for something to eat.

    Once we were inside, it was a relatively short wait until we were seated at our table. The waitress gave us each a menu and asked what we wanted to drink. Simultaneously, Frank and I said, “Coke, please.” And we, along with the waitress, couldn’t help but laugh.

    “Would you like any appetizers?”  She asked politely.

    “Umm…salad and bread sticks, please.” Frank and I said, once again in unison. The waitress giggled.

    “You two are funny. My name’s Amanda.” She held out her hand, and I shook it. Frank did the same. “I’ll be right back with your drinks and appetizers.” Amanda stated.

    When Amanda disappeared around the corner I leaned over to Frank, “She’s very nice, but she defiantly doesn’t seem like the waitress type.”

    “So now you have to be a certain ‘type’ to be a waitress.” Amanda popped back around the corner.

    “Well no, I just…” I was caught off guard.

    “It’s fine.” She said. “I don’t like it much anyways. But the whole artist thing isn’t making much money so I gotta do something.”

    “You’re an artist? I think that’s cool. And you just made Gerard’s day. He’s an artist too.” Frank smiled.

    “Sick.” Amanda seemed interested. “I’ve never really talked to any other artists. Well not serious artists anyways. What do you do? Draw? Write? Paint?”

    “Well…” I trailed off.

    “He does all of that. But he doesn’t write poems or stories, he writes songs.” Frank answered for me, seeing my hesitation.

    “How good are they?” Amanda smirked.

    “They’re AMAZING!” Frank stated proudly.

    “I don’t think they’re THAT good, Frankie.”

    “Gee, don’t be so modest.” He then turned back to Amanda, “They are that good.”

    “Sweet. Can I see your stuff sometime?”

    “I guess.” I said starting to get comfortable in this conversation. “What do you do?”

    “I mostly draw and write poetry. Right now I’m trying to learn how to play guitar and paint, but neither one of those is going too well.”

    “Then you picked the perfect night to work. I play guitar and Gerard can paint. We can teach you.” Frank volunteered.

    “Really!?!” Amanda practically yelled, obviously excited.

    “Why not.” I said. “It’ll be fun having another artist to hang out with. And Frank is a kick-ass guitarist, so you’re golden as far as guitar playing goes.”

    “Yes!” Amanda smiled goofily. “Does this mean we’re friends?” She asked.

    “I guess it does.” Frank said.

    “If we’re friends, we should probably formally introduce ourselves.” I said “I’m Gerard.” I shook her hand for the second time.

    “And I’m Frankie.” Frank followed my example.

    “Cool so when should I…”

    “Amanda!!!!!” Amanda was cut off. “What are you doing?!?!? I’m not paying you to stand around!”

    “My bad, I….” She trailed off, obviously not having a good excuse.

    “She was trying to help me decide what I should get. And I must agree with her, this red wine and chicken parmesan looks very delicious.” I covered for our new friend.

    “I see.” The one I assumed to be Amanda’s boss said. I knew he was still suspicious, but it was enough to get him off Amanda’s back. “Just keep working.” He continued before turning and leaving the three of us alone once again.

    “Thank you SOOOO much.” Amanda let out a deep breath. “That was my boss. He doesn’t like me too much.”

    “No problem.” I said.

    “But why doesn’t he like you?” Frank questioned.

    “Well, I kinda put graffiti all over the side of the building…I thought it was too plain. He doesn’t like my tattoos either, but I’ve gotten compliments from other people about both of those.”

    “Well I think that’s sick.” Frankie said.

    “Same here.” I agreed. “If your into tattoos, you and Frankie will get along great. He’s covered in them.”

    “And you?” Amanda nodded her head at me.

    “Tattoos? Na. I don’t like needles.”

    “Got it. Well I better get to work before I get fired. Here’s my phone number. Call me and tell me when I can come over. Whatever time’s good for you.” She turned to walk away. “Oh yeah,” She turned back. “I never actually got  our order.” She giggled.

    “Well, that chicken parmesan really does look good. I think I’ll have that.”

    “Do you want chicken parmesan too, Frank?”

    “Na. I’m a vegetarian. Hmm, I’ll have the pasta and broccoli.”

    “Ok. I’ll have them get it out here fast. Tell them Gerard is a famous comic book artist or something.”

    “Thanks Amanda.” I smiled.

    The night continued to be fabulous. We had our food within less than ten minutes of Amanda telling the chefs our orders, which means she actually did say we were famous. It also means we got someone else’s food but I don’t care. I mean, it was what we ordered and I was super hungry.

    Frank and I talked about everything from comics to music to our new found friend, Amanda; and somehow that conversation turned into one about how we wanted s’mores.

    We finished up dinner, paid, and headed for Frank’s car. And who did we see beginning to walk down the road…Amanda.

    “AMANDA!” Frank yelled. Then he turned to me, “Can she come make s’mores with us?”

    “Frankie, ya know I can’t say no to you.”

    “Yay!” He hugged me, excited to be able to invite a friend over.

    To be honest, I was pretty excited too. Both me and Frank have never had friends besides each other, so even though we were both pretty grown up, right then we were just little kids having their friends come over for the first time.

    Amanda was already back in the parking lot of the Olive Garden, so we began to walk toward her. “Hey guys. What’s up?” She greeted us with a smile.

    “We were just heading home and we saw you walking.” I said. “We were both wondering if you wanted to come over to Frank’s house tonight.”

    “I’d absolutely love to!!!” Amanda beamed.

    “Great! We were gonna have a camp fire and make smores!” Frank grinned his childish grin. “OOOOhhhh!!!!! Gee!!! Can she sleep over!?! Please.” He begged. I couldn’t help but smile.

    “Amanda, do you want to sleep over?” I asked.

    “Would I ever!” She responded. “Thanks guys. This is gonna be so much fun!”