Who: Johnny and Mere What: Delivering Lunch! Where: Mere and Frankie's Garage When: Lunchtime on Tuesday Warnings: Johnny is crack and ridic and LANGUAGE. Also probably angst/violent thoughts/huge misunderstandings. You know...the things Drama is made of.
Johnny had been victorious! Frankie had finally given him her cell phone number, and oh was that a beautiful thing. He resisted putting a tracker on it to always know where she was, but he did check out the numbers she texted and called frequently. Yea, it was definitely an invasion of privacy, but those kinds of lines never really stopped him before. So, knowing with relative certainty that Frankie didn't have a boyfriend, Johnny made two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, wrapped them up, and tucked them in the undercarriage for his bike. He made his way over to Frankie's garage around lunchtime, intent on surprising her with those sandwiches he had promised.
Upon arrival, Johnny got off his bike and leaned it up against the wall, same as last time. He pulled out the sandwiches and called out, "YO SWEETHEART!" He realized his mistake then and spluttered for a moment. "AH I MEAN HOT STUFF. YOU HERE FRANKIE? I BROUGHT PB&J FOR YA!" His hollering echoed through the garage space, but he figured she would've heard him past those 'Employees Only' door. He walked up to the counter and put both sandwiches down, turning his back to the employees door and looking around the garage. "Man, this place would look amazing if there were some crazy tricked out cars in here. I gotta get that chica to show me one of those racing cars. I know she's got one. Chica's protesting way too much for there not to be a story behind that one," he muttered to himself as he waited for Frankie to appear.