instagram ; f.g ✔

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frank hears the bathroom door open, and he shrinks into the cubicle, glancing at the door to make sure its locked, before going back to scroll on instagram.

he hears sneakers squeal across the linoleum, and then his phone goes off in his hand.

geeway:
where are you i don't want to be in class rn

he smiles, and rolls his eyes.

frnkiero:
can't tell u srry

he hears a sigh outside the door, and feels the sudden urge to peek at whoever's there. he hears the sound of an iphone keyboard tapping, and he inwardly groans.

geeway:
please please please babe? 😊💞💞💞

frnkiero:
no stop that

frnkiero:
going back to class now lmao bye hoe

geeway:
you're not in class?

frank opens the door, slipping his phone in his back pocket. keeping his eyes downcast, he walks over to the sink, and washes his hands thoroughly, before turning to the paper towel machine.

the boy leaning against the wall next to it was not who he was expecting.

"hey babe."