Francis 'Fry' Smith

Twenty Two, Part time Bartender, Full time Moron.


๐˜€๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€: mentions of abortion, drug & alcohol abuse, underage sex. i also do not know a lot about the foster care system, so any inaccuracies i apologise. if any of the above trigger you, ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ฒ read at your own risk.

Fry was born when the combination of final exams, alcohol and youthful inexperience mixed. He was never supposed to be an option for them, they barely knew themselves never mind each other. College was a nearing port and a child would throw them into the rough seas. But neither of them could bring themselves to terminate the baby once they saw its small fingers, nails growing at only twelve weeks.

So instead they carried him to full term, tears streaming as he took his first breath, his desperation to be close to those who had cared for him for nine months torn away as he was thrown into foster care barely a day old, the only memory of his parents being the name they begged for him to carry. Francis. And you would think, at such a young age he would be desired instantly, cared for and raised with a gentle hand. Sadly, this isn't the way our story falls. As the poor baby would not stop crying, he was smart and he knew he wasn't wanted. The tears and screams never ceasing, as less and less people drew interest in him, the days began to move and he began to grow. Always falling bottom to the children who would keep their mouths shut.

School became such a chore for someone who never wanted to be around. Maths, english, science, they all tugged at his brain and desired him to learn, but Fry just didn't care. It was truly as simple as that. No love was shown whenever he pressed past the threshold of his home each evening, no 'how was your day', no 'wash up before dinner', just a scold of how his uniform was dirtier than usual and how his light curls had dropped and become scraggy. And resentment grew inside his small body, the desire to break free, to never feel the weight of his heavy heart again.

And as expected, he fell in with the wrong crowd at school. By thirteen he had much older friends, ones who treated him with more respect than he had ever gotten at home. They offered him drugs, pills and smokes, whispers of how the pain would be numbed. They offered him drink, it'll make you confident, it'll make you proud. And with each utter of their false security Fry had found himself falling deeper and deeper into their world. His innocence was lost shortly after that, to a girl thrice years older, her words of 'it doesn't mean anything anymore' burning straight to his skull.

And that is how he lived his life. School the last thing he thought of as he numbed his chest with pills and drink, eyes blood shot from the night before, the lack of sleep curling at his light hair. He was thrown from home to home, no-one wanted to put up with his reckless personality, no-one cared since he no longer did either. Eighteen finally rolled around Fry was dumped out of the system onto his ass, nothing but a certificate congratulating his mediocre grades and a life not lived trailing behind.

Years rolled by and Fry had slept on couches for as long as he could remember. Friends came and went, offering their warm homes to him before kicking him out when he refused to offer back. He fell into beds to quickly fall back out whenever they showed something more than a quick smile. This was never the life his parents had thought for him, but it was the only life he had dared give the chance.

๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜: Fry blows through his cash pretty quickly, his lifestyle of sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll burning through his bank. He never wants to leave his comforts so he got involved with some Loan Sharks, thinking it wasn't as bad as he was warned. But now he's got himself into some hot water and doesn't know how to get out of it.

๐™‹๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฉ ๐™„๐™™๐™š๐™–๐™จ

โœจโ€œbut when i looked at her, i thought of only you. if only there was proof i could use to show it's true.โ€
๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฉ: they used to date, it ended but they canโ€™t stop thinking about each other. whether itโ€™s when theyโ€™re with other people, theyโ€™ve tried to move on but thereโ€™s still apart of them that just clings to the other.

โœจโ€œi call you up when I know he's at home, i jump out of my skin when he picks up the phone.โ€
๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ: your siblings my best friend, iโ€™ve known you forever and i know i shouldnโ€™t but i canโ€™t help but be attracted to you and i really hope you feel the same too."

โœจโ€œcause nobody wants to be the last one there, cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares, someone to love with my life in their hands.โ€
๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ข ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜บ: his muse. heโ€™s a wanna be author, wrote a few short stories which never made it past the publishers table but they keep him going, keep pushing him and giving him ideas.

โœจโ€œi'm awake and trying while you're sleeping like a babe beside him, i'm on the ledge while you're so god damn polite and composed.โ€
๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต: they were his first love, the first person to make him feel like he was worth something more than he ever planned. and they broke his heart, they cheated/left him for someone else and he never truly got over it.

โœจโ€œif you believe that everything's alright, you won't be all alone tonight and i'd be blessed by the light of your company.โ€
๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜บ: theyโ€™re his best friend, his ride or die, the only person who makes sense to him in the world. they formed such a strong bond and they do everything/anything together, they share thoughts, secrets.


๐™›๐™–๐™ข๐™ž๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ญ
step siblings โ€“ his mother remarried a few years ago, probably weren't close but still a good connection to have
blood relatives - siblings, cousins, anything that falls into this category would be cool
family friend - someone who knows his parents and/or step family

๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ง๐™  ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ญ
co-worker โ€“ he works as a bar tender, doesn't give a fck, probably annoyed constantly by him

๐™ง๐™ค๐™ข๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™˜ ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ญ
exes - can ended on good or bad terms but i am a sucker for angst
first love - maybe someone he /actually/ fell for, wow he has feelings
fwb - they hook up, self explan
ex-flings - maybe they just ran their course or they wanted more

๐™›๐™ง๐™ž๐™š๐™ฃ๐™™๐™จ๐™๐™ž๐™ฅ ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ญ
ride or die - i LOVE this kinda stuff, theyre in it together till the end of the line
best friends - not as close as the above but still pretty close
frenemies - probably annoyed by him, lowkey wish he'd fck off

โ€“โ€“ โ› +; t h e b a s i c s !
full name: francis smith
nicknames: fry
age: 22
gender: cis male
pronouns: he/him
orientation: pansexual
occupation:. picks up whatever he can to get money

โ€“โ€“ โ› +; p h y s i c a l a p p e a r a n c e !
hair: dirty blonde
eyes: blue
scars: none
tattoos: none
piercings: none

โ€“โ€“ โ› +; p e r s o n a l i t y !
zodiac: cancer
likes: glitter, animals, the sun, coffee, checkered shirts
dislikes: no manners, rain, cold, stains, anger
positive traits: guileless, pleasant, social
negative traits:. reticent, concealed, pliant

โ€“โ€“ โ› +; m e d i c a l r e c o r d !
mental: generalized anxiety
physical: none
phobias: trypophobia, gamophobia
smoking: social
drug use: recreational
alcohol use: yes