Eddie smiled as Frank opened the door.
"You can stay for a while..." Frank said.
"No, that's okay. I only need to stay for a day." Eddie said.
"Okay. Are you hungry?" Frank asked.
"No, no, I'm good," Eddie said. He was starving, but he didn't want to bother Frank.
"Then why did your stomach growl 12 times?" Frank asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Uhm..." Eddie said, sweating.
"Be honest with me, are you hungry?" Frank asked.
"Yeah..." Eddie sighed.
An: I shouldn't be allowed to write.
Anyway-"Then why didn't you tell me before?" Frank asked.
"Sorry..." Eddie sighed.
"It's fine...I'll cook something." Frank said as he walked to his kitchen. Eddie looked around awkwardly. He slumped down on the couch, bored.
"Dammit." Frank hissed as he walked out of the kitchen.
"What's wrong lo-Frank?" Eddie caught himself. He looked at the ground, hiding his red face with his hand.
"I was going to cook us some spaghetti but I ran out of the stupid spaghetti..." Frank grumbled.
"Oh..."
"I'll be right back." Frank closed the door after he left the house. Eddie stared at the door before jumping up and smiling.
"I CAN FINALLY SEE IF HE LIKES ME BACK!" Eddie said. He cleared his throat. Eddie itched to Frank's bedroom, careful not to break anything fragile looking.
Eddie's phone started to ring.
"Ahh!" Eddie yelled. He pulled the phone out of his pocket. "Hello?"
"Hi!" Julie said.
"Why are you calling so late?" Eddie asked.
"Why are you up so late? I thought you were tired." Julie asked.
"Uhm, actually..." Eddie said as sweat dripped down his face.
"Hm?"
"Nothing." Eddie said.
"Eddie, I'm back."
"Uhm, gotta go!" Eddie hung up with Julie and ran over to the living room.
"Why were you- never-mind." Frank sighed. "I got the spaghetti."
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Secret Admirer
RomanceFrank is just a moody man who likes being alone. That's until he gets a anonymous letter.