Arya drags me back to the embassy, pushing me toward the front door. I looked embarrassed.
It was surprisingly empty. Figuring my family already had eaten dinner, the staff must have finished cleaning and whatnot, leaving them to go home. Arya liked staying in my room and doing cute gestures like laying down with me. Sometimes she'd drag me up the street to my mom's speakeasy just so we could dance together and such.
Anyway, she pulls me inside. As I shut the door behind me, the loud sound of a bed creaking echoed from upstairs. Maybe Frannie had woken up? She was a heavy sleeper, so maybe that was the case.
Arya and I head upstairs, and the creaking was loud and fast, with the sound of a slamming headboard and groaning.
"What the?-"
Arya muttered, confused as she stared at the door. She glances at me before opening it a crack, revealing two people in one bed.
You could guess what they were doing. Arya closed the door and fumbled.
"I-I'm leaving. I don't wanna see that."
She said, running down the stairs and out the front door. I frowned deeply and locked myself in my room, my pillow over my head and ears, the noise still loud and muffled.
Frannie was my older sister. And as crazy as it sounds, she was 22 and had a British boyfriend who worked under my dad, although I hadn't met him yet.
How ironic, a British man dating a girl in an Irish family.
I say this because, Frannie's adopted. She's actually from Louisiana, Georgia, but somehow she ended up in London when she was little. My parents found her when she was just 9, and my mom felt so bad that she took her in.
Frannie was a shy librarian, and she rarely talked to anyone unless spoken to first. She was so soft-spoken, you'd have to lean in to hear her talk. But she had a thick countryside accent that was hard to miss.
The creaking finally stopped, there was some rustling and the sound of pants being put back on and stuff. I wanted to put myself out of my misery hearing Frannie moan and bang my head against the wall until I went completely deaf.
There was the sound of bathwater running and I finally uncovered my head.
Hearing and seeing that was a bewildering sight I planned on not wanting to see again. But figuring that I probably would, given how she described her boyfriend, I don't think they'd stop any time soon, which was scary in it's own way. I didn't wanna hear that, nor see it. But I guess that's just Frannie and... whatever his name was.
(Author's note: Frannie already has a voice claim. It's the video linked onto the chapter cover! Also, Frannie described Simon as "A tall, lanky, handsome-faced flirt". She loves poetry and reads her brains out all the time, so you can expect it's where she pulled that sentence out of.)
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To Hold a Gun
Fanfiction1920's Germany. It's the freshest start for Micheal after living in London for 8 years. His father has a dirty secret. Despite being Germany's ambassador for Ireland, his father runs a Mafia. And Micheal somehow gets involved. Can Micheal handle it...
