“I’m sorry,” he said, tearing up, “I’m just so messed up lately. I hate who I am at this moment. I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at everyone but you. I love you. I do.” He kissed me. “You’re the only one who believes in me without pushing me.”

“Frank, you’re really wasted, you don’t love me, you love Lisa,” I said.

“I love Lisa… but she hates me now,” he said.

“Frank, I know she still loves you.”

“Stacey,” he sang, “Stacey, Stacey, Stacey, you’re so crazy, crazy, crazy.”

I sighed and rolled my eyes. I knew what I had to do. So after Frank was done talking about random things like helicopters, elephant’s embryos and Canada, I went for it.

“Frank, I’m going to help you get Lisa back. You just have to trust me, okay? And stop doing coke,” I sternly told him.

That’s how our little adventure ended and how I started to get the boy I had fallen in love with (many times) back together with his greatest love (and my greatest enemy).