If It Means A Lot To You... (Frerard)

(35.) Please Do Not Take This Chapter Seriously

(((Slight crack vibes)))

I woke up to Frank nibbling on my neck.

"Salmon is for desire," He murmured. The mark he left on me was a orangey pink. Salmon.

"What the fuck, Frank," I snorted, turning to look at him. He looked up at me, his lower lip stuck between his teeth, he was batting his eyelashes innocently.

"Do you want to go on a date today?" He asked. Frank ran a hand down my jaw, bringing his lips on it.

"Hell yes," I groaned happily, cuddling up to my boyfriend. Even though he was acting weird this morning, I still couldn't wait to have a whole day with him.

"Alright then," Frank murmured quietly, burying his face in my neck, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Where do you want to go eat, then?"

"Hmm," I scratched my chin thoughtfully, even though I didn't have a beard. "Somewhere Italian would be nice."

Images of saucy pastas and bread sticks rolled through my mind, making my mouth water slightly.

"Okay then," Frank rolled over, stretching his arms out. "Italian it is. Sounds great." He kissed my cheek and got off the bed, grabbing some clothes from the closet.

I rubbed my eyes, still feeling tired, when a pair of pants hit me in the face. "You want to go eat? Get dressed I'm not taking you naked."

My face flushed. Me and Frank had ended up showering together, with us both being naked in the bed.

I rolled off the bed and lazily pulled on some jeans and a black shirt.

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Frank borrowed my mom's car to drive us to wherever we were going to eat for early lunch. I was expecting some fancy Italian restaurant, but Frank made me put on a blindfold, telling me it was a surprise.

"Are we almost there?" I whined. It was very dark with a blindfold on.

My boyfriend reached over and kissed my forehead.

"It won't be long now," I could practically feel a smirk radiating off him. I tried to put my feet up on the dash, but accidentally kicked Frank in the face.

"What the fuck, dude," He scowled. I grinned sheepishly, looking down at where my lap was supposed to be.

"I'm sorry," I giggled. "But, if you took this off, that wouldn't happen again."

"No way," He laughed, putting a hand on my knee, rubbing it gently. "This is supposed to be a surprise, I'm not spoiling it for you."

"We are going to an Italian place, right?" I asked curiously, leaning forwards in my seat.

There was a pause.

"Yeah," He answered, removing his hand from my knee, focusing on driving. Dammit. I just hoped where we were going wasn't too expensive.

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I felt the car stop and I sat up excitedly. "Are we there?" I said, practically bouncing in my seat.

"Yep," Frank reached over and pulled the blindfold off me and I looked up at the place we were stopped in front of.

We were at a fucking Little Caesars.

{Omg wtf did I just write

If you didn't get it, Little Caesars had pizza, which is Italian.

lmao what

I love youuuuu:3}

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Ari Thomas<3