Oh shit whaddup //
I shot up, gripping the sheets around me. My hair was stuck to my forehead from sweat and my heart was beating fast. I exhaled, laying back down. I flipped to my side, Frank was still sleeping, his hair messy and his mouth slightly parted. A small smile played at my lips. He could even distract me while he was sleeping.
I sighed, closing my eyes and think about the previous night to distract me. Frank and I talked, I told him everything. He didn't look at me differently, which is what I was worried about. I didn't want him thinking I was weak or anything. He comforted me, wiped away my tears, and said things that made me like him even more.
Since it was so late, he didn't want me going home, and he didn't want me to be alone. I think this is the first time I've ever slept in a bed with a man without having had sex first, and it actually made me admire him even more.
How many men would keep a crazy motherfucker like me around in the first place? Especially since we won't be having sex anytime soon. That's usually what men are in it for... I shiver at the thought, the mans face flashing into my head.
A warm hand grabs mine, and my eyes pop open to see a half asleep Frank looking at me with concern. His voice is thick with sleep, slightly deeper than usual. "Are you okay?"
I nod, murmuring, "Just a bad dream.. I'm fine now though."
His grip on my hand tightens. "Are you sure?"
I nod, shooting him a groggy smile. "Sorry for waking you."
He smiles, shutting his eyes and loosely lacing his fingers through mine. "I don't mind."
***
This time, I'm awoken to the smell of waffles. I slowly crawl out of bed, wandering to the kitchen. To my surprise, Frank isn't alone. Gerard is sitting at the table, raising an eyebrow at me. I look down, and realize I'm only wearing one of franks t shirts. Good thing it's long, or this would have been more awkward.
I roll my eyes at Gerard. "We didn't fuck, stop looking at me like that." I turn to Frank, who is unsuccessfully trying to keep a grin off his face. "Do you have a toothbrush I can use?"
He nods, ignoring Gerard's laughter. "There's a box of new ones in a drawer in the bathroom in my room. You can shower, too, if you want."
I nod, turning on my heel and walking to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth, showering, and stuff, I throw on a shirt and some sweatpants, walking back to the kitchen.
As I walk past Frank to make my plate, I take a bite of his bacon. I make my plate and sit down across from Gerard, who is just looking back and forth between Frank and I. By the time he stops, I'm almost done with my food. He shakes his head, muttering, "I'm not even gonna ask..."
I roll my eyes, finishing my food and putting my plate in the sink with the others. As I return to my seat, I ask, "so what are you two doing today?"
Frank smiles. "Us three, you mean." I tilt my head, looking at Gerard for help. He just shrugs, looking about as confused as I am. Frank continues, "We should go to lunch and get ice cream afterwards."
I purse my lips. "I don't want to interrupt your guys day out, I can just go home. You don't have to include me."
Gerard playfully rolls his eyes. "Honey, you're apart of this shit now. I am fully prepared to make some space for Frank to finally have a girlfriend." From the look on Gerard's face, I assume Frank has the same expression as me. Gerard laughs. "Oh, so you haven't had the 'what are we' conversation yet. My bad. Even if you're just a lady friend with no strings attached you're allowed to impose on my guy dates with Frank so I still don't mind."
Frank and I exchange a look of terror and embarrassment before I turn to Gerard. "Fine, I'll go, but we need to stop by my apartment so I can get clothes. As much as I love wearing franks clothes, it's not that fashionable to wear into the city."
Frank crosses his arms. "My clothes are fashionable, I don't know what you're talking about."
I roll my eyes as we walk out the door.
***
I poke my head in the apartment, looking around. After I make sure the coast is clear, I fully open the door, letting the guys in. "Stay here while I change."
I go to my room and put on white jeans, a black crop top, and black high top vans. I put on makeup and brush my hair before frowning at my reflection. I poke my head out of my room, calling Franks name.
He walks up a few seconds later, a questioning look on his face. I bite my lip. "Can you help me cover the bruise on my neck? I can't do the back."
He frowns. "Of course... you'll just have to tell me what to do. The only makeup product I know how to use is eyeliner."
I chuckle at his attempt to lighten the mood, picking up concealer and a beauty blender. My gaze meets his in the small space. "You just just put some of this on the bruise and lend it out with this sponge. Tap, don't rub or it will just wipe the concealer off."
I laugh at his slightly terrified expression. "Um, I think I got it." After a minute or two, he stops. "Okay, it's all covered can't even tell there's makeup there. I should've a makeup artist."
I grin, grabbing his shirt and pulling him close. "You're one sexy ass makeup artist." I brush my lips across his and leave the bathroom, Frank following close behind.
As soon as we walk back into view of Gerard, he smirks. "Have fun back there, yeah?"
I cast a sideways glance at Frank, a light blush dusting his cheeks. I smile, following Gerard and Frank out of my apartment. It's going to be a fun day.
