Frank pov
It's not been at least 5 whole damn months of being with this bitch, I don't know if I like him or not but I'm slowly losing my sanity with his stupid flirting.
He is so annoying- he'll ask me to come to his room then make me cuddle him. I don't think he is aware of the Antarctica climate he possesses just within a touch of his finger.
No one's pov
Frank has finished writing in the diary Silver gave him, he lays down on his bed and hopes he can fall asleep.
Long story short, he didn't.
Frank felt a familiar cold hand on his arm.
"Ugh... what do you want?"
Silver did not respond, he picked Frank up and carried him to his room.
Per usual, frank was not happy about this and started insulting Silver.
Once they got to silvers room, silver wanted to ask Frank a question.
"What is your sexuality?"
"Why is that important iceberg?" Frank asked in a sarcastic tone
"Just tell me."
"Pan. Why?"
"No reason..."
"Can I go back to my room now?"
"Not yet hothead. I'm not done with you."
"Are you just gonna interrogate me?"
"That's not what I meant."
Cliffhanger lmao
