The break up part 2

Frank sat outside with a cigarette in his hands. 'Stupid Harris', he thought. 'Why does he have to ruin everything for me'? 'Why does all this have to happen to me'? 'Why'?
Footsteps came from behind him.

'Hey', said Harris glumly.

Frank ignored him and carried on smoking.

'Look, I know I act stupid sometimes, but I'm still your mate, and I don't like to see you upset, so, are we cool', said Harris, still obviously upset about the thing.

''Spose so', replied Frank.

'Good, now let me show you something', and Harris walked off at a fast pace, and in through a door though the tent.

The party was under a big red and white striped tent, and was packed with people still. Harris had gone though a little door at one side of the tent. Frank followed him.

'What's this'? Asked Frank, looking down at the table with a big grin.

'I call it the Birthday Surprise. Another thing that cheers me up when I'm down is when people are actually happy with me, rather than angry, so I thought we'd let Maurine's birthday go with a bang. This cake is the finest around, made from all the best ingredients. If you give it to Maurine as a present from you, instead of me, then she'll be happy with you', explained Harris.

'So, that's all I have to do'? Asked Frank.

'Call it an apology from me', smiled Harris. And so the plan went ahead, with Frank giving Maurine her extra special birthday cake. Frank loved the idea, and had totally forgiven Harris for bringing his ex-wife to the party, who'd left by now.

'Are you ready?, There just about to sing Happy Birthday', whispered Harris from behind the curtain to Frank.

'Yeah, and thanks again for doing this for me Harris, it was real kind of you, the cake must of cost a packet to'! Said Frank excitedly.

'Err, yeah; cost a lot'¦.From... Can't remember. Quick, here they go.

Everyone started to sing Happy Birthday to Maurine in high spirits, laughing and joking around as they did it. Frank wheeled his huge cake out on a cart that he had got from his garden. Everyone turned round, to see two policemen standing in the door of the tent.

'There he is, the one with the abnormally large cake', yelled the taller of the two policemen.
'What, what have I done'? Said Frank, looking bemused.

'Harris Hurley, I'm arresting you'¦' The police said all the usual stuff, but this time, Frank was actually innocent.

'I tell you, I'm innocent', yelled Frank, tell them Harris'. Harris just stood behind a curtain and hid. He didn't know what to do anymore, it had all just happened so fast, that he hadn't of known what to do.

'You didn't tell me the cake was stolen Harris, you fool'! I hate you Harris Hurley... His voice trailed off in the distance.

Frank sat in the police station later that day looking so sad, and he had obviously been crying. He just wanted his life back.

A knock on the door came into Frank's ears, and then a familiar face popped his head round the door.

'Hey', said the real Harris Hurley.

'I hope you're happy with yourself now, I hope you are, I hope you'¦.'

'Don't worry about it, I've owned up, and that's something new for me, I never own up', said Harris in a tone barely above a whisper.

'I hope they make you do a lot of community service. First you bring my ex-wife to the party who'd I'd just broke up with, then you get me put in a cell for 5 hours, and then you decide to say your sorry', Frank went on.

'I did say I'm sorry, and I owned up didn't I'? Retaliated Harris in his own defence. 'I got 50 days community service, so what more do you want.

'I want my life back'!!! Sobbed Frank. Harris came and put his arm around his shoulder. He cried for hours in that cell'¦

'You missed a bit', said Frank to Harris. They where standing at the side of a road, or rather, Frank was, supping on a beer, whilst Harris was down on the road, scrubbing it, as part of his community service. 'I could get used to this, this is the life, and what's better, I found someone else. I think my life's finally getting back on track. He took another sip form the can.

'Go and get us a can, would you'? Asked Harris.

'Sure, wait there', said Frank. And so that's how the day ended. Frank watching Harris doing community service, Harris doing community service whilst drinking beer, and best of all, Frank had part of his life back'¦

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