Find Me in Paris - Frank One Shots

Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off

Summary: Frank won't admit he has feelings for y/n until he's forced to come to terms with them after having a very... explicit dream about them. (Gender neutral)

Warnings: more than suggestive! No smut, but kind of explicit. No graphic descriptions though.
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Frank doesn't like y/n. He doesn't! He swears, that any and all feelings he has towards them, are completely platonic.

To his defence, he himself, believed it for a little while. Eventually though, he had to come to terms with the fact that he likes them. More than likes!

Maybe not love - not yet - but not far from it.

He didn't expect, however, to have his epiphany quite the way he did.
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It was late at night, and everyone was sleeping. Even Frank was asleep at this time, and he's a night owl!

Unbeknownst to the other two inhabitants of the apartment, in their separate rooms, Frank was soon to wake up after the dream he was having.

He woke up, startled, in the middle of the night. He remembered his dream quite vividly: skin on skin, no clothes in the way, short breaths, groans of pleasure. And besides himself, smack bang in the middle of it? Y/n.

No. That's not right. He doesn't like them like that, right?

But he does, and he knows it. He tried, very hard, to ignore every time he felt like looking at them when they couldn't see him; to hold back on the little glances when they were smiling.

It was more than that, but he tried to ignore it all, and here it was catching up to him.

He lay in bed, feeling guilty, and embarrassed. The dream was terribly inappropriate, and if they were to ever find out... Nobody had to know, nobody was there.

But he'd know. He was there. And now he had to face the fact that he likes them (and try not to think back to that wonderful dream when he sees them next).

He got out of bed to clean himself up after the mess he'd made, and used the opportunity to try and clear his head, hopefully forget the dream by the time he wakes up in the morning.
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He didn't.
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The next day, he was at the school, helping Lena, Ines, and y/n, with some big ballet thing. Or was it the BLOK? He had no clue, all he knew was that he had to drop off some costumes.

After that, they all told him to stay so they could hang out. Their dance thing wasn't until later, so they all had time to just chill for a bit.

But Frank was distracted. He kept looking at them, then realising he was staring, blushing, and looking away again, before the cycle repeat itself.

He kept panicking, thinking they'd catch him, but they never did. They were too wrapped up in their conversation to notice, thank God.

But Ines did.

"Hey, do you guys want some drinks?" Ines asked, receiving some casual nods. "Ok, cool. Frank, come help me carry them?" She asked it as a question, but it was more of a statement as she grabbed Frank's arm and pulled him along with her.

"Alright, what's up?" Ines asked as soon as they were far out of ear shot.

"What do you mean? There's nothing up." Frank knew he was lying, but he wasn't about to tell her what was really going on.

"C'mon Frank! I'm not stupid, I can tell that you're lying!"

"Even if I have something to tell, you definitely don't want to know."

"Try me." She responded, with a stubborn expression. "Whatever it is, I'm asking to hear it, so it'll be my fault if I don't like it."

"I don't know..." Frank was hesitant, as he knew Ines and her friends tell each other everything; he honestly wasn't sure if he could trust Ines to keep it to herself.