A second date, a third date, a fourth date.
Well into the month of May and also..my relationship with Frank.
He still regularly stops by the store, coming in, saying he has "Poetry donations" which turn up to be hand written poems about me, him, us, and love in general.
They're always short, yet written so well, I can just imagine him sitting down, cranking them out.
"There's untamed electricity,
Coursing through his veins,
And it shocks you when you kiss him,
But my God it's worth the pain.
Xo,
Frank."
He mixes his little folded up poems in with thin books, and when I move a book off of the stack, a note always slips out.
Some days he's quieter than others, but that's just Frank. He's always a little in a fog, and I'm getting used to that. All his oddities fascinate me, and who am I to judge anyway? I'm pretty strange myself. But together, we're unique, to say the least.
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Book Wørm (Frank Iero AU)
Fiksi Penggemar(Warning: this story WILL contain graphic language, violence, drug use, and sexual situations, please don't read if you aren't prepared for that. also, I am in no way glorifying mental illnesses or traumatic life events, but I wanted a story with n...
