𝗠𝗼̈𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗖𝗿𝘂̈𝗲 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 {𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 2} 🤍

❤️ 𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗬𝗼𝘂 {𝗡𝗶𝗸𝗸𝗶 𝗦𝗶𝘅𝘅}

A/N: Timeline slightly skewed in certain parts but who cares? Nobody will probably even notice but I thought I'd mention it anyways 😂

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1982

An entire night of drinking, fuck yeah. There's nothing better than spending a Friday after a long day of paperwork to go to a bar on the sunset strip and unwind.

When I arrived at my chosen club I b-lined straight to the bar and ordered a double jack and coke the drink got handed to me and I smiled at the barman before taking the glass and raising it to my lips.

My mind wanders to other places as I sit sipping my drink, I'd lived in L. A for 7 years now, I moved here but I never wanted too- my dad got a new job and I had to move leaving my life and the man I loved behind.

See, I used to have a friend, Frankie. We were inseparable and I fell so deeply in love with him... but I left and we drifted apart- we called each other everyday for about 6 months but then I kinda stopped calling, it got to the point where every time we spoke he sounded like he wasn't all there... he just sounded bored with me. It was the most difficult thing I've ever had to do but it had to be done, I didn't want to be a burden to him.

I wondered where he was, what he was doing with his life... I hoped Frankie was okay but I'll probably never find out and that's my own fault.

I've often doubted whether my decision to stop calling Frankie was the right one, I hoped to god he didn't think I'd abandoned him.

Although, he sounded distant on the calls he never told me to not call him.... maybe I did make a mistake... but how would I fix it?

I think I still had his number somewhere but I doubt he'd still be living with his mom now- he hated her so my guess is he's moved far away... I'd probably never see him again and that was destroying me.

My memories and questions were ceased when a man rather ungraciously slammed himself against the bar calling for the bartender for a bottle of whiskey, the force of the slam had sent him sideways slightly causing him to also bang into me, he turned about to apologise while I was about to complain to him about not being careful when I froze, my heart stopped dead for a second.

No... it can't be.... it... it just can't... it's Frankie...

He looks so different... but in a good way.. his hair's fuller now dyed black with thick eyeliner and a leather jacket and pants but it's still him... It's undeniably still my Frankie.

The all too familiar green eyes widened and the mans mouth hung open, both of us staring at eachother trying to properly deduct who the other was, but the shock that Frankie had very quickly almost turned into denial as he says "Er, I- erm, I-I'm sorry for staring.. it's just... you look familiar, an old friend of mine looked...-" Frankie trailed off shaking his head "Nevermind"

Just as the bottle of whiskey was placed in-front of him he hastily grabbed it, paid and turned away seemingly wanting to get away from me but just before he could get out of ear shot I called out "Frankie?"

Instantly, the raven haired man stopped dead in his tracks and slowly span around tears now glistening in his eyes, he inspected me for a short while before he shook his head frantically stumbling backwards briefly before sprinting through the crowd of people.