Flamingo'd: Filthy Frankx Reader

Chapter Eight That Lingering Feel

When people wake up, and have had a proper amount of sleep, the waking up process can go two ways. Either you wake up refreshed and energized, or covered in dried drool, bedhead, and not knowing where you are or what year it is. With the patterns of this terrible story- if you can even call it that- you can probably guess where you fall into.

Once who remember who the fuck you are, you noticed your not in your bed. You're on the floor... with a blanket.. and...

Oh yeah.

That happened.

Shit.

You looked around the room. He wasn't there. You honestly didn't blame him, it was cold as shit in here, since you tried to save money on the heating bill. You were just thankful that he had the common courtesy to put a blanket on you before he left. You got up, wrapping the blanket around you. You walked to your small kitchen, and on the table, a small plastic package with a note. You pick up the small package, wrapped in orange plastic, it said "Top Ramen- Chicken Flavor". You could vaguely recall people buying this stuff at work, but you yourself had never taken any interest in it. You put it aside and read the note.

"I'm not sure if you've ever had this stuff or not, I couldn't find any in your cabinets, so I just assumed. Go out and buy some for yourself or something.

-Papa Franku"

You peer over at your small cabinets, and decide to ignore how fucking creepy that was. Then you start making yourself breakfast, two slices of toast with chromosomes and a hardy glass of breast milk. You plan to stay in today, your social energy was at an all time low today, however that was complete bullshit. You just told yourself that to hide the fact that you didn't want to deal with the situation that could possibly happen if you ran into Frank. The events that took place earlier this morning kept replaying in your mind, minus the hellish dream of course. That had been pushed into your subconscious, where you couldn't go unless hypnotized or having sex, so you were pretty well off.

Anyway, one side of you regretted having your first kiss with someone you had known for a day. A goddamn day! Not to mention he was not exactly what you would call a sexy twink. But the other side of you was actually kind of glad. Sure the guy was the textbook fucking definition of a three at max, but to be honest Frank made the whole experience was really pleasant. The care in his eyes, the way he talked to you, the way he held you-

Hang on, a third side of you becoming known.

Confusion. Fucking hell! Why did he kiss you? Does he like you? He was, exhausted, maybe he didn't know what he was doing, but how much exhaustion does someone need to pull that off? Sleep walking? Maybe, but his eyes were open, do people have their eyes open when they sleep walk? Maybe you should go talk to him about it. No, no, you didn't really want to bother him, or even see him for that matter. God, you were acting like a middle school girl who thinks she has a crush.

You let out a deep sigh, it just felt like someone was just breaking a leak over your head repeatedly. Looking over at Lucaz, who is just snoozing away in the corner. Damn squirrel- bat. He didn't need to worry about stupid things like relationships and shit like this. You get up to put on some fresh clothes, deciding to deal with the situation when and if it comes. You collapsed on your unmade bed, and but your eyes trail over to other things. The four stuffed plastic bags in the corner. All of them full of gay porn.

Oh.

Oh.

Ohohohoho!

Yes.

You knew exactly what you were going to do today.