i'm going home.

Threaten Your Life.

[Y/N]
Frank and I are in the elevator, as he's just made the best comment ever. We "walked in" on Rocky and Janet, so they were hiding, and Janet just had to blow their cover, leading to a whole new planet of insults and— whew— it was a lot.
However, what I had been feeling for Frank was something I've never felt before... the lift was slow, so I made Frank face me. I kissed him, and he kissed me back. This went on for awhile, until he sort of.. had me pinned against the back of the elevator.. I didn't even realize that, but I loved it.
When the elevator clanked to a stop, he slowly pulled back and smiled. I loved his teeth so much. They were crooked, and very imperfect, but I didn't really care. Why should I? He winked at me and turned to open the elevator. He strutted out into the dining room, as I followed close behind. He took a seat at the end of the table, in a throne-like chair. I pulled a chair next to him, because I knew I wasn't going to eat. Janet gave me the rest of her candy before I fell asleep in the car, so I wasn't hungry.
I told him, "Frank, move your chair please. I don't want to get stuck with sitting next to any of them. Columbia wouldn't be so bad... but I want to be next to you. I'm a tiny fool who quakes with fear, dare I say." He moved his chair over, saying, "It's literally two people you've known for a long time, your old teacher, my servant who you've said you haven't minded, and a big baby in gold underwear with a bad haircut." And yet, I sat down all petty-like. I leaned my head on his shoulder and complained about how tired I was. "mmmmYes, I know! We dine, then the floor show, then bed. And we can be together all night, carefree, darling!" I came off his shoulder and looked down. I then made a tired-impatient face, and realized what he said. "Floor show? Huh??"
— "Oh, right!! Well, just get dressed after dinner. Magenta and Riff will show you where to go. You're going to LOVE it!" he excitedly told me.
I nodded mysteriously and he winked. Frank doesn't get too excited. When he does, though, he manages to keep that same calmness. He'll just take less time to dramatize his words, and he'll do those cartoony-hand-talk things.
The rest, that being Scott, Columbia, Brad, Janet, and Rocky, came down shortly after this conversation, and they walked in on me and Frank making a handshake. We stopped, embarrassed, and Brad made a face, as usual. They all sat down. Not a single sound or word exchanged. Janet looked down in shame, Brad sat there, arms crossed, making yet another Brad face. Rocky looked clueless, and Columbia still taking in what happened earlier. Dr. Scott looked like he eagerly wanted to discuss Eddie.
I shrugged, then leaned back a little. "Say, Frank." I said, decently smug, and he responded in the same tone, "Why, yes, Y/N?" — it's worth mentioning that everyone was paying attention now. "I have had," I paused to look at everyone else, "a fantastic night. A fantastic night indeed... wouldn't you agree... Brad?" I was doing this to be a jerk, on purpose, no shame. Why? Because Brad didn't agree with my being with Frank.
Brad didn't respond. His silence was wonderful. "Thanks for sharing Brad!" Frank piped in. Now that's something that's wonderful. Frank's voice!
Frank and I turned to eachother and shrugged, then went back to making our "handshake". We weren't really making one, but we've noticed that people usually get angry when certain... issues... aren't addressed. In the midst of our "No, like this," and "ooh how about we add this!", Brad cleared his throat, saying, "Y/N, I've no clue WHAT has gotten into you, but I've had enough! You don't love this guy, you're just... just crazy!"
I slowly stopped my hand movements, and looked over to him. "Crazy?" I said under my breath. "Crazy." He said, louder this time, and standing up.
I took a deep breath, and Columbia tried to reason with me and hold me back from going off on Brad. "Give me every reason why you think I am crazy, Brad."
We both were standing, Janet trying to get Brad to sit down, while Frank and Columbia were trying to tell me why fighting wouldn't have been worth it, but I didn't care. I couldn't seem to hear them anymore. Brad looked defeated, and yelled out, "YOU SAID YOU LOVED HIM! Y/N YOU'VE ONLY MET HIM TONIGHT!"
I was screaming at this point. And with that, I angrily responded, "AND SO WHAT IF I DO? HUH? WHAT WOULD YOU CARE?!"
Even if I were super angry, I added a quieter, passive aggressive, tone to my voice, continuing with "I'd MUCH rather stay here than spend the rest of my lonely, lonely life surrounding YOU and JANET." I then began to raise my voice again, clutching the table cloth with all of my strength, as my other hand inched towards the knife laying on my plate, "AND ANOTHER THING, WHY DO I FIND SOMEONE I LOVE, AND YOU JUST WANT TO TAKE THAT AWAY?! THE ONE TIME I'M HAPPY. THAT ONLY ONE MOMENT I'VE RECEIVED THAT MAKES ME FEEL GOOD, AND YOU TRY TO PLAGUE IT."
My throat ached from yelling, my hand, fully on the knife, and I brought it up sneakily. Brad didn't say anything after seeing the knife in my hand. He just sort of stood there, a shocked expression, mouth wide open. Frank noticed the knife and hopped up from his chair, gently taking it out of my hand and setting it by Janet, out of my reach.
I sat down, ready to cry at what I just did. Frank noticed and motioned to Columbia to help me stand up, and for us to get out of there. They sort of scooped me up by my shoulders, as I was in shock. Brad was too, he couldn't even move.
The burnout from the fight was so scary. Columbia and Frank got me back to my assigned room, and Columbia gave me a small hug and rubbed my back. Frank walked me over to the bed and helped me under the covers. He got under them too, after slipping his heels off quickly. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I started crying. I couldn't help it. I lashed out at my best friend and was about to... hold him at knifepoint? Frank just held my hand and head, pressing my head into his chest. That's all we did. Hugged and cried.
When I had finally relaxed, he squeezed my hand and asked, "Y/N, whatever did you do it for?"
"I provoked him, he provoked me. It set me off."
" Yes, but why did you say all that stuff about loving me and him taking people away or whatever?"
"Every guy I've met, Brad scares them off. I've never stood my ground until now. I love you Frank. He won't be taking you away from me anytime soon."
"Fair. Thank you, Y/N. But I think an apology to Brad will still be necessary."
Frank ran his fingers through my curls, separating a few. He sighed and said, with his signature grumble, "mmmtell you what. You find Magenta, she'll be in the room Columbia came out of. She'll tell you where to go. Get dressed in the clothes you came in first, though!"
I was exhausted, but he left, and so I did too. I went and found Magenta. She has an odd accent too, but not really like Frank's. Stronger, I think. More replacing "W" with "V". She saw me, looking like a wreck. "Oh. You were screaming at that poorly-dressed guy, weren't you." She puts down her magazine after saying this. Magenta was laying down on a loveseat, and she stood up from it, and smiled at me. She walked over and said, "Frank told me to get you all done up. I'll do your hair dear, it's a wreck. Luckily, curly hair is my specialty."
She began styling my hair and doing my makeup. I looked pretty ok. My face was pale, and my curls separated no longer. She waited for me to get changed, and then lead me to an auditorium space. "Just wait here," she said while we were outside the door, "Trust me." She began walking off, but flipped around and said, "And don't worry, most men are like that."
I nodded and she waved. I waved back as she walked off and waited, for something I was not prepared for.