only the lonely // josh klinghoffer

ch. 1

Frankie's POV.

Sigh. I groaned as I began to see the sunshine begin to slightly peep through my brown, see-through curtains from across the room. I really didn't want to get up. I moved my pillow over my face, letting one eye catch the time on the clock near my night stand. It read 6:30AM. God, it was waaaaay too early for me to even be up right now. It's Saturday, like, why the fuck am I up this early? I closed my eyes once again, trying forcefully to let myself fall back asleep and pretend to close the door on all of my problems. Like my recent break up with my boyfriend. How I've been slacking on my college work. How I haven't even called my Dad in weeks because of how stupid and sad I've been. Ugh. The list goes on ~

I moved around my bed, shuffling until I finally reached a comfortable sleeping position. Yes, finally. I let out a tiny sigh of relief and tried to drift off into a daze. But of course, this was temporary.

If only this moment could last longer..

A few seconds later, I heard my bedroom door slam open, with the door knob hitting the wall. This had to have been Ashley.

"Frankie! Frankie! Please, don't pretend to be asleep. I know you're awake, doll!" she screamed playfully. I hated when she woke up early because she always assumed I wanted to be awake with her. She was so wrong.

I turned over on my side, gathering my bed sheets and pulling it over my body. Maybe if I hide she'll leave me alone.

"I'm not in the mood for anything today, Ashley," I muffled through the fuzzy comforter.

"Frankie, it's been days since that whole stupid thing with Gabe ended. I mean, was that even a relationship? He's shitty and you're beautiful. Come on, let's go out!" she exclaimed. 

I could feel the desperation in her voice as the last word left her mouth. I knew she wanted to help me. And by help, she wanted to force me out of the apartment and out of my bedroom.

Maybe going out would be good for me. But I've been feeling so shitty lately. About my appearance. My body. My skin. Everything. I don't even know where all of these insecurities of mine began to erupt. It was like once my heart got broken, I lost all confidence. And I wasn't sure how I was going to get it back.

I pulled over the comforter and looked straight at Ashley. She was giving me her beautiful piercing green puppy dog eyes. I couldn't resist.

"Fine.." I said, trying not to smile to let her know that she won this battle.

"It's going to be fun, I promise. Love you," she replied, coming over to kiss my cheek. I was so lucky to be blessed with the bestest friend and roommate, even if she annoyed me to death most days.

After she left the room, I searched around my bed for my phone. Of course, me being me, a typical lonely girl, I checked social media. I wasn't casually browsing like I should've been. I was checking on him. I wanted to see him. His handsome face and perfect tan skin. I missed him so much and I hated myself for feeling this way. I felt myself groan as I came across photos of him from the night before. He was surrounded by alcohol and a room full of beautiful women. I instantly felt a sheet of sadness and gloom cover me. I locked my phone and threw it across my bed. Luckily, it landed on my pillow, safe and sound.

Ashley was right. I was going to have fun tonight. Who cares about him and what he does and who he's with. I'm allowed to do what I want, with who I want.

I was ready for tonight.

*my attempt at a josh klinghoffer fanfic?*