Lynn Gunn from PVRIS. You'll get it later. //
After popping a strawberry into my mouth, I close my eyes, letting out a sigh. I lightly run my tongue over my lips, relishing the sweet flavor.
I hear a chuckle, and I open my eyes to see Frank across the counter, his black hair falling into his eyes. "I take it it's good, then?"
My eyes scan the food layed out in front of me. "Mhm. The waffles were good, though I'm not quite sure how you made strawberries taste better than usual."
"Old thing I learned when I was younger; you let them sit in a bit of water and a shit ton of sugar."
I purse my lips, wondering why I'd never had this before. My eyes turn to him. "The best things are found in simplicity." He tilts his head, flicking his tongue over his lip ring and keeping his eyes on me. I shifted in the stool, coughing. "Anyway, tell me something interesting."
In .2 seconds flat, he says, "Hershey's makes one million miles of Twizzlers every year."
I raise an eyebrow. This guy got weirder and weirder the more time I spent with him. "That's really specific."
He moves around the counter, hopping up onto a stool. He folds his hands together, looking me dead in the eyes. "I take my twizzler trivia very seriously."
I shake my head and laugh, leaning closer to him. "You sure are something, Frank Iero."
A smile plasters itself on his face, and he shrugs. "What can I say, I am nothing if not something."
With that, I dip my finger is the whipped cream and tap his nose, giggling. He scrunches his nose, and I slowly lick off the remaining cream from my finger.
A strange look crosses his face before he shakes off the look, mock anger clouding his features as he wipes the cream off. "How dare you. I am unbelievably mad. You have crossed a line."
My bright green eyes involuntarily roll, and I playfully hit his arm, my hand lingering. We looked into each other's eyes, and a blush creeps onto my face. I'm the one to break the gaze, hopping off the stool and going to put the dishes in the dishwasher.
"You don't have to do that."
I didn't look up. "No, really, I want to. It's the least I can do." I heard him sigh.
Then there was a knock on the door, and he reluctantly left me to do the dishes. I heard a low, unintelligible conversation, and then Frank walked back in, holding my clutch from the club. I flinched at the memory.
I put the last plate in the machine, starting it and rinsing my hands.
He smiled, placing the black clutch in my hands. I ran a finger over the silky fabric as he talked. "I had my friend go pick it up. I told him I knew a girl that forgot her purse thingy and really needed it back."
I smiled, throwing my arms around his neck. Then I stilled, pulling back to see him staring at me. His hands on my lower back were sending a tingling feeling through my body. My hands slid down from his shoulders to rest on his chest, his muscles tense under my touch.
I gaze up into his eyes, noting how they're currently more green than hazel. His voice was low, his face inches from mine. He rests his forehead on mine, breathing, "You're welcome."
Then, suddenly, the barrier was broken, and our lips melded together. Our skin burned wherever it touched.
The moment I closed my eyes, the memories flooded back. I pulled back, looking at him with a terrified look for a fleeting second before grabbing my purse and sprinting out the door.
He called my name, and I think he even followed me down the street, but I didn't stop until I got to my apartment. My head was a jumbled of thoughts and, mainly, fear from someone that didn't deserve to be feared.
I fumbled with the key inside my clutch and walked into the familiar space. As soon as the door was shut, my legs gave out and I sunk to the floor, tears flowing freely down my face.
"Sky? Is that you?" I heard a squeal. "Did you get laid?? Tell me all- Oh my god, what happened??"
My best friend, Lynn, sprinted over and sat by my side, wrapping her thin arms around me and whispering how it was going to be okay. I didn't really want to, but suddenly I was telling her everything. I told her about the guy that... did the thing, about Frank, about this morning...
After I finished, I buried my face in her neck, the tears finally subsiding. I never thought I could be disgusted with myself. Though, somehow, I managed.
She let the information sink in, and I rested my head on her shoulder, drying my face. "Wow."
I pulled back, looking at her. The side of her head was freshly shaved and so were the lines in her eyebrow. A sad smile formed on my face as I took her head. "I'm okay I think." I avert my eyes. "I just feel bad about Frank..."
Her eyes widen. "Don't feel bad! I probably would have reacted worse. You went through hell, it's gonna take a while."
I nod, noticing a pink scarf on the counter that didn't belong to either one of us. I raised an eyebrow. "Did you have a lady friend over last night in my absence?"
Her cheeks flushed. "There's this girl I met at the club last night." A smile crept onto her face as she recalled the encounter. "She came over and we watched movies and ate popcorn until 3 in the morning. Nothing sexual though, just a little flirting. I got her number, too."
I give her a high five, laughing. "Good job, babe! At least one of us has a nice love life."
All thoughts of her lady vanished, concern flooding her eyes. "I don't think you should see Frank again." When I frowned, she held up her hands. "Hear me out. It's not like you two are super close since you just met him, and I think forgetting every aspect of that night is important for you to recover. Frank may have saved you, and I'm grateful for that, but he's still associated with it. You can't forget if he's around."
I nod. It's not the ideal situation, but like she said, I don't even know Frank.
