Disclaimer: -sigh- if you've read the other chapters I'm sure you know what I'm going to say here...
A.N.: This chapter is really short O.O...I'm eternally sorry bows I hope you like it nonetheless...I'm trying to lead to certain things, yet adding a million more obstacles, just for fun oh! and I totally forgot to say if he had clothed himself last time...heh...so um let's just say Janet had fixed up his clothes and he's wearing his usual ensemble...so ya there's a question at the end YOU MUST ANSWER! please? anyways...here you go knock yourselves out well not literally, until you review of course the you can knock yourselve sout, you know what I"m goign to shut up now...here you go...READ!
Frank went over to the couch and sat hard. Crossing his arms and swinging his legs up he looked over at the blank television screen. He reached over and grabbed the remote and switched it on. He began to switch trough the channels at random perfectly ignoring the sounds of Brad exiting the shower and entering his bedroom. He landed on a channel with a commercial for insurance with a strange gecko dancing.
He re-crossed his arms remote in the crook of his left elbow. Brad walked up to him smiling. "What are you watching?" he asked staring at the new commercial for Lysol(tm) wipes. Frank didn't respond, and though Brad had only known this man for a handful of days now he could tell he was pouting. "Frank?" he asked the aforementioned...man...merely raised his brows. "What do you want?" he asked accentuaing 'you' menacingly. "What did I do!" Brad asked defensivly putting a hand to his chest. Frank shifted defiantly and continued to stare at kittens rolling around playing then leaping up to eat from a bowl overflowing with cat food.
"You could at least tell me, instead of moping about like a teenage girl!" Brad glared at him. Frank scoffed and turned his full lips and darkened eyes to Brad narrowing them so his eyes were barely visible. "Your one to be talking Bradley". After speaking these venomous words he replaced his attention to next pathetic advertisment. Brad looked over and sighed exasperatedly "Can't you at least change it to something interesting!" he reached for the remote but Frank moved out of his reach. "Hey!" he shouted at him miffed. He made another futile grab but missed once more. He leapt at Frank arms outstretched. Frank made a sound of shock and rolled to protect the object of Brad's want. They wrestled about for a few strenous moments until Brad sat straddling Frank the latter holding his arm as far out of reach as possible Brad scrabbling to retrieve it.
"First you deprieve me of my pride now you want to steal my remote!" he hissed at Brad. "It's MY remote!" Brad answered raising his voice. He paused a moment "Wait that's what you'r upset about. You thin I'm trying to degrade you into liking me?" Frank took the oppurtunity to kick Brad off the sofa. He narrowly missed the coffee table but didn't seem to care. "I'm not trying to take advantage of you Frank". brad sat up and Frank pushed him back over stomping to the front door. "Oh really! Like I'm going to believe you!" "I mean it Frank!" "Ya right! Hell even I'd say that!" he waved a dramatic hand in front of himself. As he completed the gesture he realized what he had said. 'Even I'd say that...' he placed his knuckle between his teeth in worried contemplation. Brad walked over arms out to comfort the now distraught trannie. He bapped his hands and left running out the door. "What's with woman these days, always storming out the door all the time..." he closed the door and sat on the disarrayed couch. a NOVA special was on talking about the sexes. He sighed deeply and stood grabbing his jacket. "Better find him before he causes any more chaos". Laughing Brad left locking the door behind him.
Janet had begun home. Her talk with Richard had lightened her mood enough to help her think a little bit straighter than she had been before. 'Maybe we should all discuss what's going on. I mean it's not right to let it simmer and boil over like this'. Thus concluded she entered their neighborhood. Her path there had been a roundabout one as she had wanted to gain some time to herself. When she got to the door she found it stubbornly locked. "What!" she howled slumping down next to it. "Oh great! Now what should I do!" she let her head fall into her hands. "Excuse me can I help?"
(now do you want me to introduce one of four characters pick a number 1-4 tell me in your review! Then I'll put them in! Yay! ya uh review and be truly honest...)