A/N: Hey I'm on a writing rampage today… weird…
Francine: you mean I'M on a writing rampage.
Me: no you don't have the keyboard.
Francine: and your point is???
Me: I'M the author.
Francine: whatever. Hey people I'm Francine, allegra's muse, you see I'm here to spice up the authors' notes and the fics because we ALL know that allegra can be a little boring. So I'm here to tell her how I think the stories should go.
Me: just shut up! so here's a new chappy!!!
Frankie saw Francine walking out of the house to a friend's and when she arrived she went in and sat on the couch with Joe DeNero a heroin junkie.
"Hey Frankie." Said Joe.
"Don't call me by my father's name. So whaddaya have today?" Francine said coldly.
"just the usual." Said Joe as he handed Francine some heroin in a paper bag, "there's enough to last the week." Francine smiled and walked home quickly. When she arrived she climbed through her window and pulled the drugs out of the bag, took all of them, and then Francine drifted asleep.
At that moment Frankie woke up yelling, "NO!! FRANCINE!!! don't do it." At the last sentence a few tear drops started seeping out of his eyes and he quickly wiped them away. Frankie glanced toward the clock, which read 5am, and he decided to take a walk. Frankie quickly pulled on some pants and a coat and as he was just about to walk out of the door he heard his roommate, Bob, ask,
"where are ya headed frank?"
"I'm just takin' a walk." He replied
"Do you mind if I join you?"
"No." They stepped outside and started walking down the lonely streets.
"So, a penny for your thoughts." Bob said, breaking the awkward silence.
"It's just that… well um… Francine, uh…" said Frankie trying not to cry and bob immediately understood.
"oh… I see. Well that's rough. I hope you don't mind me askin' but what from?"
"Heroin overdose. I don't get it. Why'd she die and not me?!?"
"Life's just weird that way… um you wanna sit down?" bob said as he noticed Frankie trying to light a smoke but wasn't able to steady the cigarette. Frankie nodded and walked to a nearby bench, he sat down and tried to light the cigarette again but failed. So bob just took the cigarette and lit it for him.
"thanks…she was so young. She was gonna be a singer, she had a bigger range than me, and then she had it all taken away from her." Frankie said to no one in particular.
"well, I think we should be heading back now." Stated bob.
"you can go I want some time alone." With that bob left and Frankie sat on the bench smoking his cigarette and staring at the stars. Soon he fell asleep with his head resting against the cool metal armrest.
THE NEXT MORNING
tommy walked down the street happily looking for Frankie and he found him laying on the bench like earlier.
"hey Frankie… wake up… c'mon bugaloo WAKE UP!!!" Tommy said while he shook Frankie.
"HEY!! Why da hell did you do that?" yelled Frankie still half asleep.
"so that's how you greet a friend you haven't seen in awhile, 'no hey Tommy how's it been' or 'hey tomooch what are ya doing outside of Las Vegas'?" Frankie smiled then got up.
"whatever, so how's life?"
"fine, How's Francine?"
"umm… she-she-she overdosed."
"Oh shit. I'm sorry man that's rough… well if it'll make you feel any better everyone's in town and we're all meeting up at the silhouettes club in 15 minutes." Frankie walked with tommy to the club and when he walked in he was greeted by half the people from his childhood, including blue sanders who was his first love when he was in high school.
A/N: so, you like???? Let me know!!! I can't tell you how much it drives an author crazy when they don't have reviews!!!
Francine: Argghhh!! I be a pirate me matey!! Argghh!!
Me: serouisly… I'm NOT writing that pirates of the carribean fiction.
Francine: BUT I LIKE IT!!!!!
Me: you're dead you CAN'T like anything.
Francine: stop rubbing that in my face!!!! Its not fair.
Me: whatever. Review please! Thanks for reading!