nick sturniolo - fireworks + oneshots

oneshot #1 - sunrays

Nick's POV

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Chris sent Frankie off to get snacks from the gas station. As if we don't have any food in the house. Matt and I cook 24/7 for Mr. Christopher Owen Sturniolo, and yet he can't seem to ask us to not spend any more money.

Of course, I asked to go with Frankie. I probably seemed extremely desperate but I played it off.

"I just want a Dr. Pepper. I have money, don't want Frankie spending a bunch on me." I told Chris, completely stuttering and overexplaining.

Everyone knew I just wanted alone time with Frankie. After all, him and I became friends first. I never seem to have him to myself any more.

Frankie settled finally and handed the aux to me, a shocking event. Frankie and I have totally different music tastes. However, I just shuffled my main playlist.

The boy to my right stayed silent as he started up the car. The ride is short, but man did I love it.

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The sun on Frankie's dark skin made my heart flutter. I couldn't stop staring at him, he noticed for sure. He even pulled a "like what you see" comment. Fuck yeah, I loved what I saw.

The sun looked so incredibly perfect on him that I was beginning to melt into the leather seats. I sunk further and further until I was cemented into the seat.

He looks...even majestic. Frankie, at the moment, didn't even seem real. I told myself to stop, but I just couldn't. I did a double take, triple, quadruple.

Nick's brain
(OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. STOP STARING. HE KNOWS. OH MY GOD. YOU'RE EMBARRASSING.STOP IT. HE LOOKS SO GOOD)

I eventually just gave up and attempted a conversation so I had an excuse to look at him. But as soon as it began we pulled into a parking space. However I continued to just talk about my day

"So, Matt was moody this morning--" I said, getting cut off.

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Frankie's lips were suddenly on mine, a peck that seemed to last for hours.

"Oh, God I'm sorry. Is this okay?" Frankie spoke softly, his hot breath still on my lips. He rubbed his finger on my cheek slowly.

I didn't answer.

I simply reconnected our lips. Thank god Frankie's car has tinted windows. We were practically making out.

I was out of breath and pulled away. Gasping almost, how embarrassing.

"Holy shit. That was..." I said, looking at Frankie. He laughed, a beautiful sound.

Frankie nodded, he knew what I meant. Frankie could read my mind. And he knew exactly what I was thinking when I was staring. All I wanted was to kiss him.

We walked into the store hand in hand, earning glances from older women. They smiled softly at us, I smiled back.

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Frankie and I fought over who was going to pay.

(I won, like always)

I told him, "We just kissed for the first time, which you initiated. I have to give you a treat to." He just squeezed my hand and groaned.

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The ride back was less awkward. Filled with laughter and hand holding. Occasionally kisses at red lights, which has earned us beeping from other cars. I could care less.

As long as my hand is in Frankie's, I'm alright.

<A/N: I DIDN'T REREAD THIS, SORRY IF THERE'S ANY SPELLING MISTAKES!!!!>