Picking Up The Pieces - IC (LeighaMoscove & EndCraft)

[EndCraft]

OOC IS HERE

It was the first day he came back to school since the accident. The first day he interacted with people besides doctors or surgeons. Thomas took in a deep breath and held it as he looked around the office, absorbing what details he could. He was finding it hard, considering it looked much different than usual and he wasn't in the room often enough to remember what it really looked like. All he knew was that it was too small for his liking. The walls themselves were nearly touching them, the sickening material in which they were made of were nearly brushing against his skin. Thomas felt like he was going to vomit.

He had to play it cool, though. He had to or else they would think he was crazy. They would lock him up. No matter what happened, he couldn't let that happen to him. Even if he did actually lose his sanity in the process. With a sharp exhale, Thomas adjusted himself in one of the two uncomfortable seats that faced the principal's desk. He rubbed at his eyes and gave a sharp groan as the world around him suddenly began to sir. Did he really zone out that bad?

Thomas suddenly became aware of the gross stench and the disgusting details of the room. He actually managed to ignore them, hadn't he? Even if it wasn't for a long period of time... it was a start, right? Oh God, he really was losing his mind. He couldn't even attempt to ignore the mounds of flesh around his feet or the intestines lining the chairs. Even now, as he processed all of this it was getting worse. Thomas could of swore he saw some of the wall moving. The skin spread across it was shifting in place and the stench... it was getting worse.

"!!!H#Y##A##AR##UNGHAAAHHH!!!", A voice shouted from behind the door leading into the room. Following it was a strange shuffling sound. The door, composed of bone and meat, opened. In came a strange figure, only describable as a mass of flesh similar only to a pile of worms. Thomas was just barely holding back a gagging fit when the creature began shouting again.

"DO YOU KNOWUHHhhhhHH WHY YOU##AGH## HERE?", The creature asked. Thomas sighed and looked up to the creature, who was taking a seat behind the desk.

"Sorry, Mr. Smith. It's-... it's been rough. Y'know", Thomas explained. The creature shivered and strange bile began emitting from what Thomas could only make out to be it's mouth. A glob of the stuff shot out, nearly hitting Thomas, who raised his hand to cover his face in response. The creature stared him down for a moment before continuing. This gave Thomas just enough time to think about the day. Why was he here, he couldn'-... oh. He had almost forgot. One of those... things... had appeared out of nowhere on him. He punched it and the two were immediately separated. It was just getting hard to keep track of what was happening anymore.

"NEED TO### WATCH OUT. CAN'T START ###FIGHTS", The creature said. The more Thomas paid attention, the more he could make out. Though he found that to be harder as the conversation went on. He just nodded and closed his eyes, trying to zone out once again. Even if for a few seconds...

The sound of more feet from behind the door kept him focused, how ever. He didn't really want to deal with more people. He was going to break soon, if he did.

[LeighaMoscove]

“I don’t see what the big deal is!” Frank’s bellowing could be heard from down the hall. This was typical behavior at getting caught, again. Yet, he always reacted in the same way.

“The ‘big deal’, as you so eloquently put it, is the fact that you’ve been caught smoking on school grounds, again.” A tight chirp responded to the raging male. The other teachers were silently grateful that they weren’t the ones who caught him. It was no secret that he was a pain to deal with once caught, and this time was no different.

“Yeah, and you should be thanking me, Albinson. I showed up to all my classes. Passed my test. I haven’t gotten into a fight in a week. Hell, I even showed up to practice!” Of course he forgot to mention that he passed his test with one point. Mrs. Albinson’s fight tightened at the informal use of her name.

“You will call me Mrs. Albinson, and none of that excuses you of the use of drugs at school. I’ll have you know…”

“Yeah, yeah. There are kids that can manage all that without the drug use, and I used to be one of those kids. I get it. I used to be a loser, but now I’m cool. Lighten up old lady.”

Mrs. Albinson scowled at him and her speed picked up. Anything to get away from this horrid child. All of the teachers would dream about the days when he was the perfect student, and they missed it. This school was peaceful until this kid started acting up. “You forget yourself. The only reason why you’re still here is because you used to be a perfect student, and some of us think you could still turn around. If you are so against getting better, then I can always inform the principle of these ideals and have him expel you.”

“Great! Now I won’t have to deal with this school again. I won’t have to deal with these stupid kids. I won’t have to deal with these stupid teachers. To top off this perfect offer, I won’t have t deal with you.” His so called friends had ditched him, once again, at the sight of trouble leaving him with all the blame. They hadn’t gotten caught once since he’s joined their group, and he would always use this argument, but the teacher would demand names. To give names would not only give up his chance for a deal, but it would give up his ability to buy drugs at all. Not to mention the kinds of destruction that these kids would unleash upon him if he told.

“If you’re so inclined to believe that, then maybe you should tell him personally.” Mrs. Albinson clipped.

Frank still didn’t see what the big deal was. It’s not like he got into a fight again, but he was starting to think that he should just to give them an excuse to kick him out. He saw a scrawny kid at his locker. He looked new by the looks of it, and he was staring at him. No one did that much nowadays. They were all used to his antics. “What are you staring at?” Frank sneered at the kid, who scampered off not long after Frank looked his way.

“Here we are. Be sure not to cause too much trouble, or else the principle will consider keeping you here longer just to punish you. We’d all hate to have to see you get into any more trouble because you were forced to stay longer. Mr. Kingsely.” Albinson practically growled at him before walking off.

Frank sighed and stormed into the office without knocking. Noticing he wasn’t the only student in here, he glared around the room before tossing Mr. Smith a folder that Albinson had handed him before she left and plopped down in an empty chair. He looked the kid over before shrugging him off and looked back at Mr. Smith. “I seriously don’t see why you’re all out to get me! It was one fuckin’ joint. What’s the big deal about one joint?” He glared at the kid before yelling, “Do you see any problem with me smoking joints at school?”

[EndCraft]

Damn it. Here came another one. Thomas shook his head and ran a hand through his hair before leaning back in the chair and closing his eyes, bracing himself for another encounter with one of the creatures. Except there was a bit of a surprise that came with the visitor. Thomas heard the stranger's words clearly and he wasn't even trying to do so. There wasn't any screaming-... well, not like usual. The voice's pitch didn't raise and lower or change at all. In fact, it sounded perfectly normal.

Thomas opened his eyes, looking over to the guy beside him. At first, he was expecting another gross mass of gore but came to find a Human body. A real person. Thomas' eyes went wide and he gasped, nearly jumping from his seat. Could this be true? Is this really happening or was he just losing his mind even more so!? Thomas didn't know what to think but next thing he knew, a question was asked. Thomas blinked once and tried to clear his mind as he started to speak, his voice coming out raspy and swollen as he responded.

"I-... you can-... um," Thomas muttered before clearing his throat, "Yeah. Um. No problem!". Damn, did he feel stupid. It didn't matter though, he was having an actual conversation! Not just another session of being screamed at and playing along. No, he was talking face to face with a real man for once. Thomas forced a smile and clasped his hand together in his lap, a new surge of energy moving through his body as he became active with excitement. He didn't know how to describe what was happening but he was just happy that it did happen.

"I'm... Thomas", He said to Frank with a nod of acknowledgement. Thomas couldn't help but keep staring at the man, so he began looking away as often as possible. No doubt he looked like an awkward person but how could he not stare? Hell, the only odd thing about this guy was a greenish tint, but that was likely due to Thomas' problem. The main thing here was that there was another person who wasn't just a monster. Thomas knew right then and there that he had to talk to him after this. Had to spend more time with him. Something to take away from the madness and restore his sanity.

A sudden call from the creature behind the desk interrupted Thomas' thoughts. "I ThiNk YOU BOYS NEED TO TAKE A BREAK. SPEND A FEW DAYS AT HOME. I'LL BE SENDING LETTERS TO YOUR PARENTS-", The creature shouted. It stopped itself after the mention of 'parents'. Thomas liked to think that Mr. Smith actually felt sorry for him. It was just too hard to believe given the circumstances, though. Thomas pushed himself up and out of the chair, shooting a glance to Frank in the process.

"Are we done here?", He asked. The monster shivered once before offering what looked like a nod. Thomas left the office, waiting outside for the other 'Human'.

[LeighaMoscove]

The kid was awkward, that was for sure. At least, there was something wrong. That wasn't the point though, the kid agreed with him, and it helped him make his point. Of course, as usual, the principle went straight to the point and said he'd be sending letters home. It was typical, but he guessed that he should be glad that he could still come to the school, after his 'paid vacation' as he liked to call it. He wasn't too concerned about his parents getting a letter, they were still on their trip, like they normally were, and by the time they got back it'd be too late to punish him for it. That's how they saw it anyways. If you can't punish the kid right away, then don't bother punishing the kid at all, and Frank liked that method. At least he wouldn't get punished, assuming his parents didn't have an early return. Everything would be okay and he could rest in peace without having to pretend to be a good kid for another few weeks. That meant parties and drugs non-stop, and he quite liked that idea. Maybe he could find a nice lay while he was at it. It sounded like a perfect plan.

"Fine! Send them a letter and see if I care! See if they care! Not like they're ever home anyways, but no. You still insist on sending them these stupid letters that they ignore because they're never there to give a shit!" It seemed like the kid, Thomas, was eager to leave though, and ran out as soon as he had the chance. What was his problem anyways? Frank could see so way a skittish kid like him could do anything to get in trouble, but that wasn't his problem. It seemed that the kid caused him to be dismissed before Frank could even give the principle a piece of his mind, which he guessed was for the best. Stupid kid.

Frank stood mumbling, "Thomas agreed with me, and he seemed innocent enough. If an innocent kid like him thinks it's okay, then I really don't see what the big deal is." Before Mr. Smith had the chance to punish him more, he left the office still mumbling. In his head, he was wondering how an innocent kid could even get in trouble. Thomas was too awkward to do anything wrong in Frank's mind, which only served to make Frank hat the whole school more. If kids like that were getting into trouble, then the whole school was just looking for reasons to punish kids. They got some sick amusement out of it and would make something up if they had to. At least that's what Frank believed. It almost made him feel better about getting into trouble if he believed that the school just hated kids and loved to punish them. Not like he had anything better to feel about. He seriously believed he did nothing wrong. Weed couldn't even kill anyone, so why punish a kid for smoking it when he needed to calm down? In his anger Frank fumbled with the door for a few moments cursing. He didn't get to finish his joint, and now his hands were shaking. He couldn't tell if it was the anger or drugs, but it didn't matter. Some how, it was the school's fault anyways. The school and his so called friends were the reasons for anything.

When he was finally able to escape, he stopped to glare at the kid. The fact that the kid seemed to be happy at his outburst only served to infuriate him more. Most kids ran at the site of him, and that was just how he liked it, or so he thought. No one to bother him, and no one to screw him over. Frank growled at the kid, "What do you want, Shrimp?" He was prepared to attack if the kid said something he didn't like. Now that he'd been excused from classes, he was more than willing to take the chance to jump a kid just because he couldn't get into any more trouble for doing so. This kid seemed to be the perfect target, and it pissed Frank off that the kid seemed just a little too happy that he talked to him. If this kid was a delinquent like him, then he wouldn't put it past the kid to do something just to get him into more trouble, and he figured that he should deal with it while he had the chance. Screw the fact that he thought the kid was too innocent to get in trouble. The kid got into trouble, and that made him a delinquent. People weren't to be trusted, especially the kind that got themselves into trouble.

[EndCraft]

"I didn't know if-... you're different! You're not like those other-...", Thomas sputtered out as he saw Frank leave the office. He approached Frank, bringing his voice to a whisper, "...you're not like everyone else". Thomas shifted a bit, watching the monsters move throughout the halls around them. He tried to keep his focus on Frank. The green aura of the young man bringing him to think of green pastures, forests, and other things associated with a more peaceful existence.

Thomas rubbed the back of his neck nervously, giving the hallway another look over before turning his attention to Frank again. As happy as he was at this time, he couldn't help but be afraid. What if one of his 'friends' saw him and walked over? He really wouldn't be able to handle it. Thomas knew he would lose it right there and ruin his chances of not only staying sane but finding out why this guy- this loser was different. Were his cognitive functions random in their choices or was there something special to this? He had to find out. He just had to get out of here.

"What are you... doing... now that they're making you leave for a few days? Um-... I mean... do you have any plans? I mean- um... we could talk about the school or something! Right? I-... I have money so we could go get some coffee... or lunch... or-...", Thomas sighed, "...something". He was a nervous wreck, plain and simple. No matter what he said, it wouldn't of sounded like what a normal person would say. In fact, he must of looked insane. Shaking and shivering, looking around as if someone was stalking him. While he couldn't help it, he tried to keep it together. He couldn't risk losing this guy, who ever he was.

"I... already introduced myself. I um-... who are you, anyway? I think I've seen you around but we've never met", Thomas asked. Yeah, now that he thought about it he recognized the kid from somewhere. It might of been sports related but Thomas was starting to doubt that, thinking that they wouldn't let some pothead join the team. Their school was very serious about the sports programs and made sure that everyone involved took them just as seriously. Or... they at least tried to.

This reminded Thomas about track practice coming up. He was supposed to be there next week. Thomas didn't think he could handle it though. He'd probably go home and try to sleep, like usual. He made sure to drop any extra classes and only went to school as to not arouse suspicion anyway, so why would he keep up with sports? Before this last sliver of hope he was planning on killing himself anyway, so it's not like he cared... but apparently reason to live brings back the more pointless thoughts, too.

[LeighaMoscove]

The kid was being weird, too weird. Frank didn't know how to react to having this kid ramble on about total nonsense, but the kid seemed intent on talking to him. With a shake of his head, Frank decided that he'd give the kid a chance. In a way, he felt sorry for the kid. In Frank's eyes, Thomas seemed intent on talking to Frank, and Thomas wasn't sure how to do it. Jumping a kid just for that was low, even for him. Frank smirked, "Course I'm different kid. If I was like everyone else, then I wouldn't be sent to the office as many times as I've had. It seems that even the trouble kids don't get caught as much as I do." Little did Frank know, that he had no idea what the kid was talking about. Maybe it was for the best, because Frank would have certainly jumped the kid if he knew the full truth. In Frank's eyes, the kid was being pitiful, and Frank couldn't really sympathize with him. In truth, Frank had never been that because he has always been the popular one. Maybe if he hadn't bothered to get into as many fights, he'd be like a fish out of water in any social situation now. He was used to everyone loving him, so Frank didn't know how to be nice to be someone's friend. They were always the ones wanting to be his friend, and Frank knew that. If it weren't for his new found temper, maybe he'd understand what the kid is going through at this moment? Little did he know the truth.

At the mention of food, Frank instantly knew that he liked this kid. He had spent the last bit of money in his wallet on his fix, so he was planning on not eating for the day. Of course, the drugs gave him the munchies and he was hungry as hell. Regardless of how awkward the kid was acting, he refused to turn this down, so he slung his arm around the kid's shoulders and smiled. "Lunch sounds like a great idea, Thomas. Let's go!" He was about to begin walking, but he heard the kid continue to babble. The kid's thought were hard to follow, but Frank understood that is was something about he introduced himself but he never got Frank's name. Who here didn't now Frank? Maybe the kid's one of those people who hid himself from society and consequently important information? The kid sure was acting like it with his shiver and constant glances over his shoulder. Thomas was acting paranoid, but food was food. There was no way he was going to loose a chance of food, regardless of how strange the kid was acting. If the kid had some good reason to be acting like everything was gonna kill him, then maybe Frank could help the kid out.

"My name's Frank. I'd be surprised if you've never seen me around, I used to be this school's football star!" That reminded him, he'd been suspended, again. Even if he could talk the coach into overlooking that, he'd get kicked off the team anyways for missing too many practices. The only reason why he'd managed to stay on the team this long is because he used to be the football star, and as Albinson said, some teachers still thought they could turn him back around and get him on the right track. "Of course, after this I'm probably gonna get kicked from the team. Coach will not be happy to hear about this." The school and coach had been arguing for a long time on whether Frank should be aloud to stay on the team. Some how, the coach won the debate and was glad to keep Frank, but even the coach that used to see him as the son he never had was begining to get livid by his actions. It's not like Frank cared. No college would accept a druggy with his record for football anyways. That just meant that Frank had to find a different way o make a living. If he had to pay for college, he wouldn't go. He needed the money for his fix.

Dismissing those thoughts, Frank tugged the kid towards the exit. Maybe leaving this place would get Thomas to relax some. Besides, Frank was getting annoyed by the constant stares cast his way. It was as if the kids were mocking him and judging him. He could hear them whisper to their friends about how he used to be the most popular kid in school, and now he was reduced to this. Talking to a kid who seemed to be nuts because it was the only kid who didn't run at the site of him other than his druggy friends. Of course, they had connections that could destroy Frank if they wanted, so the druggy friends were safe. If he could, he would have beat them a long time ago for leaving him to take all the blame. None of that mattered to him though. Again, food was the top priority in his mind, so he continued out and asked, "Where are we going then, Thomas?"

[EndCraft]

So that's who he was. Thomas knew had had recognized Frank from somewhere, he just wasn't able to put his finger on it. Remembering someone so unimportant, a loser... during a time where days seemed to melt together and his only sense of time was seeing the sun come up or down? It was pretty low on his list, so he never really put the two together. Besides, as selfish as it may seem, he was only interested in Frank because of how different he was now. Thomas didn't care about his hopes, his dreams, his personality, or his problems. He just wanted to hold on to his one reason to live. As much as he hated the world around him and as dull as his life had become, he wanted to live, and that was through this guy he barely even knew.

"Yeah, I figured it must of been sports I knew you from. I uh... was in track myself but um... I'm thinking I'll be quitting", Thomas explained as he began moving with Frank toward the exit. Just a few more steps and they would be out of one hell hole to the next, transitioning to the open world which was just a dull and grotesque as the last. At least the spaces were much wider, which gave Thomas room to maneuver around the more bold creations his vision had given him.

Thomas took a few deep breathes. Damn, even his thought process was starting to fail him. He couldn't think straight, that was for sure. He was rambling in his mind and driving himself crazy. Maybe it was the lack of sleep starting to get him. Who would want to sleep on that disgusting bed? Or... maybe he wasn't eating enough? After all, he had only ate once in the past three days. With a sharp exhale, he tried to pull himself together and keep up with his act of sanity, even if just for a little while longer. Then he could go home and try to sleep or... something.

"Oh, where we're going? Well there's this burger place not that far from here... but uh... anywhere if fine I guess. If you had somewhere else on your mind, of course", Thomas said. By now, they would of been out in the school's courtyard, which was a small blessing in it's self. Some of the worry just lifted off his shoulders, as Thomas knew there were a few hours left in the school day so it was doubtful he would meet his 'friends' when he and Frank were out.

"You're a senior right? I mean uh-... you look like it", Thomas asked as he looked over Frank while they walked. Thomas took a few seconds to look over their surroundings, always unfamiliar and strange. The once beautiful green grass was covered in a fleshy like substance, still soft but sickening. The pavement was made of what Thomas could only guess to be blood soaked bone. As he looked up into the sky, a small smile formed at his lips as he thought he saw a bird. A beacon of hope. Yet, his happiness didn't last long... it was just a figment of his imagination on the smoke clogged and blood red sky.

[LeighaMoscove]

Frank didn't quite care when he heard that the kid was quitting. To him, sports were useless anyways except for the money he could have gotten to go to college, but even the thought of college seemed like a waste of time for him. Why pay someone to skip classes? It's not like they would actually teach him anyways. Maybe he could get money from selling drugs. His friends told him it was dangerous, but it made good pay. That sounded like a good idea since it'd put him in a situation of a large stash. Another plus side is that he was intimidating enough to know that people wouldn't tattle. That was another thought for another day. He had a job currently, and he wasn't looking for any big pay anytime soon. Getting mixed up in illegal business was a last resort. Getting caught in the real world doing half the things he did in school would get him put in jail, and that was not something that Frank would look forward to. Not when there were better alternatives that allowed him to keep his fix nearby.

"Burgers sound nice!" Frank grinned and let Thomas lead the way. The kid seemed to be acting less awkward, but Frank couldn't help but notice the fact that the kid still looked nervous. Maybe a conversation would help that? "Of course I'm a senior, kid. I used to be the top of my class until I started getting into trouble." The fact that he used to be the top of his class is probably the only reason why his GPA hasn't gone down the gutter yet. Not like Frank cared. Who needed something as useless as a GPA when there were other ways to get a job without as much work? That was the way that Frank saw it at least.

After a while, Frank got annoyed at the nervousness of the kid. He looked as if everything freaked him out, and while Frank knew that the world was harsh, it couldn't have been that bad. "Kid, you okay? If I didn't know any better, I'd almost say you're acting like you've been taking some 'shrooms and you're trippin' out big time." Of course Frank was talking about the paranoia. It looked as everything scared the kid except Frank, and Frank couldn't help but wonder if that wasn't why the kid attached himself to him. Of course, there was no fix if it was just the kid's imagination, Frank wouldn't be able to do anything about it. If there was really someone out to get the kid though, maybe Frank could fix his problem and get something out of it. It's been a while since Frank's had a real friend, and maybe this friend could do him some good. He vaguely remembered that it would be much harder for Frank to beat someone up if there was a friend beside him to tell him it was wrong rather than urge him on. That's what his old friends used to do at least.

[EndCraft]

"Okay? Am I okay?", Thomas repeated. He took a second to think about this. No, he wasn't okay. He was losing his goddamn mind and there wasn't a thing anyone could do about it. If he didn't kill himself, he'd end up in a mad house one way or another, or he'd continue to live out a pointless existence, and now someone was asking him if he was okay? He couldn't tell the truth, could he? What if Frank, the only normal person in the whole world, thought he was insane? No, he wouldn't let himself fuck this up. He couldn't.

"I um-... I dunno' if you heard but uh...", Thomas cleared his throat before continuing, "...I lost my parents in an accident not too long ago. It's... just been hard on me and uh-... I was hurt too so I had this surgery and I just think-... I think it's having negative effects". The term 'negative effects' didn't even begin to describe the horror that he went through every day. Even if someone else experienced this or if someone else knew, things would be so much better. He just wished it were simple enough that he could explain.

"Still have to take pills and stuff like that. I just don't... want to talk about it that much. Maybe when we sit down and eat. If you're uh... even interested", Thomas explained. He would have been walking through out the whole conversation, moving at a pretty rapid pace as if he wanted to get to the destination as soon as possible, despite having all the time in the world. He didn't have a job that he had to go to, he had no parents that wanted him home at a certain time, he was nineteen so it's not like he was restricted by curfew, and now he didn't even have school to worry about.

Thomas was still debating what to say when they got to the restaurant. He wasn't sure if he should explain the whole situation or keep dragging Frank along in hopes that he'd stay. Either way, he would have to come to a decision soon as the building was in sight. It wasn't just a fast food place but they sold burgers, so it was more than likely that it would be a good meal, even if overpriced. Luckily, he kept nearly two hundred dollars on him at all times, just in case he spotted something that wasn't... deformed and mauled which he could buy. So far, there wasn't any luck. Even if he lost the money, he wasn't worried though, as he'd be able to replace it pretty quickly. Even after medical bills and funeral costs, the life insurance paid pretty well. He'd be able to survive a year or more without working at this rate, if he were careful and didn't waste the money.

In any case, Thomas would have walked to the main entrance, opening the door for Frank before going in himself. He surveyed the place. Disgusting, as expected. Thomas walked to the seat which seemed to be the least outstanding, only boasting a few points where the meat poked out of the frame of it's structure. He sat down, motioning for Frank to sit across from him. Thomas looked over the menu already resting on the table and decided he didn't want to even touch that let alone eat anything. He sighed before looking over to spot a hideous creature, most likely a waitress or waiter, moving toward the two.

"Feel free to order anything. I have enough money to pay for it", Thomas said as he waved a hand.

[LeighaMoscove]

If Thomas wasn't about to go into the details, then Frank wasn't about to ask. It was probably for Frank's own good anyways, but that didn't stop him from worrying about the kid's off behavior. He decided to pick up a menu and look it over. He wasn't one for the expensive stuff, so he just decided to do something simple. When the waitress came over, Frank gave her a smile.

"Hello, may I take you're order?" The waitress asked. Frank read her name tag and discovered her name was Lisa. It was a nice name, but her high pitched voice and forced smile annoyed Frank.

"Well, Lisa, I'd like a burger with fries and a large coke." Frank looked over at Thomas to see if he was going to order anything, but he could pretty much guess by the way Thomas was acting that he wouldn't. It bothered Frank to some extent. The kid looked thin, but Frank wasn't one to judge the kid's bad eating habits. He was the one who spent his food money on drugs anyways. Despite his effort to hate the kid as he did everyone else, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Maybe it was the car accident the kid told him earlier, or maybe it was the fact that the kid seemed so insistent on being his friend. It didn't matter, the fact was the he cared for Thomas for some unknown reason and he was known for acting on impulse. Frank motioned for the waitress to lean down so he could whisper something in her ear, "If he doesn't order anything, than just get him the same thing as me."

She nodded at Frank and looked over at Thomas. "What would you like, dear?"

Frank looked at Thomas to see what his response would be. It was Thomas's money, so Frank figured that Thomas should get something while he took Frank out. Then, realization hit him. He cared because of the unfairness of it. Thomas was taking him out, and refusing to eat anything. It was obvious that Thomas hardly ate, and Frank thought that Thomas should eat instead of just watching Frank do so. As someone who always got the short end of the stick when it came to his 'friends' he has learned to be fair, even though he never bothered to be nice. Maybe it was just the weed he smoked before getting sent to the principle. Frank wouldn't doubt that his friends had laced it with something to make it stronger before sharing it with him. He always liked the strongest stuff, and his friends knew him well enough to lace it for him. Although, it slightly bothered him that he never fully knew what he was smoking. It didn't matter, because he had a knew friend now. Thomas. Well, he wasn't sure if Thomas would call him a friend, but Frank would consider anyone who fed him while he had the munchies a good friend.