Bittersweet

I've got headaches

"Can I ask you something, Frank?", I asked laying next to him on my bed, only wearing my shirt and boxers.

"Shoot", he said blowing smoke from his half used cigarette in the air.

"How did you know where I was? I mean... You can't tell me that all of this was coincidence"

"Well maybe it was fate", Frank turned his head to look at me with a grin.

I rolled my eyes but let out a light chuckle

"Okay I didn't know that you lived in this town when I moved here. I worked as an assistant in NewYork for about two years and the company decided to move so it was either searching for a new job or coming here. So I decided to move with the company and keep my job.", he explained

"So it really kind of was... Coincidence?", I asked lifting one eyebrow as I got under the blanket because it was getting kind of cold.

Frank, who was laying there only in his boxers didn't seem to notice.

"You could say that"

"And how did you meet Pete? It's practically his fault that I'm in this situation", I murmured the last part more go myself than to Frank but he didn't care about that anyways

"Pete and I met through Facebook. Cliché I know but we liked the same bands and it was pretty cool and we became friends and now that I noticed how annoying he really is I can't get rid of him", he said and giggled lightly at his own joke whilst I just shook my head smiling like an idiot

"And did you know about the... blind date thingy? I mean... did You know it was... me?"

"Nah. If I knew it was you I wouldn't have said yes in the first place, princess", he sighed

Ouch
That... was Kind of unnecessary Frank...

"He didn't tell me anything about it. Wanted it to be a big suprise. And I have to say it was actually suprising to see you after all these years.", he explained

I just nodded still kind of hurt by what Frank said a few seconds ago.

"You know it's really a shame that Bert left such sloppy hickeys all over you. Ruined the pretty skin", he whispered eyeing the marks on my neck again.

And he didn't even know about the ones on my hips...

"Oh Shut it. You're just jealous that you didn't mark me up. You're as territorial as a fucking dog", I huffed pulling up the bedsheets to cover my neck because I was starting to feel unconfortable under Franks stare

"Maybe", he grinned looking at the ceiling again

"I'm sure about that. Been like that since College", I said rolling my eyes at the memory

"Well then just hope for Bert that it won't end up like last time", he answered suddenly all serious.

Yes... let's hope so

*11 years ago*

"Fucking faggot", spat Tony, one of the football boys in my face as he pushed me against the wall, stop staring at my friends ass"

I frowned
"W-What I haven't...-"

"Shut the fuck up", he interrupted my stutter, "better enjoy this because nobody else is going to touch you any other way"

I kind of wanted to laugh.
If he knew about me and Frank...
Then Frank would probably kill me.
But besides that Tony would know how wrong he was.