Anyway, without delay or demand. Here's a new chapter of Frank Albion's true colours.
one night stands. They weren't glamorous, and they certainly
didn't make her feel sexy. In one sentence, her new almost best friend Frank
had dashed her hopes, and made her feel insignificant. Like a bug.
She'd never make that mistake again.
Frank had gone home feeling like a failure too. After all the plan had been very complicated, and he had failed at such an early stage. He had needed to seduce and marry her for two items on his world domination list.
1. sleep with an amazingly beautiful chick
2. create an heir to follow in his evil footsteps.
Not even his bath could make him feel better about it.
"I was looking out of the window, and to my surprise a shooting star!".
The pizza girl laughed.
Frank forced a smile, before tipping the pizza chic with some pocket change,
two buttons and a hanky. She didn't seem to notice.
By the time Frank got rid of her, the pizza had gone cold.
This of course only served to sadden him even more.
He went to bed feeling quite unsatisfied and of course, alone.
He preferred it that way at least. Tomorrow would bring hope,
and a new plan.
The weeks passed, and by the second day since their awkward parting,
Frank began to feel a little better. He looked continued looking forward
and worked hard and earned his second promotion since he'd been working
at the warehouse. He was gaining respect in the underworld. He had become,
a thug.
Every day was an adventure when you were a thug.
But he still ate alone. Not that it bothered him of course.
Ever since her one night stand partner had turned out to be no good,
She had dedicated to hanging out more with Gardenia.
Amy had been feeling under the weather in the weeks following her
encounter with Frank, but of course brushed it off as nothing more than
being over-tired.
about the nature of Amy's activities that night.
"Girly, I want details. Copious amount of details".
Amy felt a brief flash of embarrassment, She really wished that
Gardenia hadn't have brought up the subject.
"Gardy, I just don't think i'm ready to talk about it. "So for my sake
please, let's talk about something else". She said.
Gardenia stuck out her bottom lip, and childishly she replied.
"Well, clearly you're hormonal or something because, we always tell each
other everything".
Amy calmly tried to explain how she felt about the situation again.
"Gardenia, I just don't think its that crazy for someone not to want to
talk about someone who has caused a lot of pain and trouble, okay?"
And, in the middle of her rant, a sudden assumption of why it was she had been feeling the way she had the past few weeks dawned on her. "Do you think, that maybe I should get a test?"
Gardenia furrowed her brow "Oh for sure. You can never be too careful".
Frank was in the middle of explaining his plan for world domination to the pizza chic, who unlike some people actually turned out to be sensitive to how he felt, when he got the news.
With a wave of his hand, he dismissed his "therapist" and answered the phone.
It was Amy.
She asked if he was sitting down.
He snapped that she was "across the road, and she could see him".
She snapped back and made some snarky comment about him being a dad now.
and Frank... Frank dropped the phone and went to the bar.
And surprise, surprise the only other patron in there, was pregnant.
As the night wore on, Frank got more and more sloshed while his pregnant acquaintance
listened dutifully to him rant. "You think you're whole life's just sunshine and butterflies until, Bam!
you get her pregnant. And there's nothing you can do about it except hope it turns out to be evil sidekick material".
Pregnant woman made a complaint to the bartender, who then told Frank to shove off for the night.
"Are you even listening to me!?" he slurred.
With an awkward silence forming in the bar, he marched out of the bar and back home,
before collapsing into bed.
The two of them unofficially decided that it was best to avoid contact until they both calmed down.
More months passed, and life became semi-normal for Frank again.
They met at Road Street. Near the bar that Frank had taken up visiting during his free time.
Amy's stomach had ballooned over the coming months, but it hadn't made her any less attractive. Not that Frank was willing to admit that to her face anyway.
"So Frank, here's the deal. I'm not mother material".
"Eh no worries Amy, he can live with me."
Amy scoffed at the suggestion "Please, like you'd be a better parent".
Clearly irked by Amy's response to his generous offer, Frank frowned.
"If its a bet you want, you're on".
Amy scowled. "I might not be up for raising a child, but at
least I'm not trying to ruin other people's lives".
"Yeah, well at least I'M not a deadbeat".
"Oh Frank, you're the very definition of one".
"Frankly, If you want the kid so bad, you can have him".
"I'll see you in a month, You bloated hipster"!
Amy turned away and waddled off without another word to Frank.
Titus Franklin Bull-Albion arrived.
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