The sun feels nice on my face and I sigh in content, enjoying the warmth. The cat's movements begin to slow down some as it walks in circles, trying to get comfy. When it finally finds a comfortable position, it lays down, curling its tail around itself. I smile at it before looking up Frank, noticing his golden stare set on me.
"What?" I ask him, not really caring about the answer.
He completely ignores my question, looking as though he's stuck in some sort of trance. Normally, I would try to figure out what's on his mind but this time, I leave him be. My eyelids begin to droop a bit, tiredness creeping in. I guess a lot has happened, but I don't feel as exhausted as I thought I would. I stifle a yawn, trying not to disturb the feline of ice that's still resting on me. I'm attempting to avoid passing out, but I can feel the clutches of sleep trying even harder to pull me out of consciousness.
A nap sounds sweet, however, a bed would probably be better to sleep on rather than the forest floor. I shrug slightly, deciding the ground will just have to do. Sure, it is practically the middle of the day; my tired mind apparently does not care. I get as comfortable as a I can and close my eyes, allowing sleep to overcome me.
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When I wake up, I sit up and stretch, loosening up my tired muscles. I panic at first because I suddenly remember the cat that was on me but I relax when I see it on the ground next to me, playing with a rock. Then I panic I notice something missing. Frank. I scan around me and see no trace of him... except for the pile of clothes sat not too far from me. That's a bit disquieting. I get up and continue to look around, a little scared as well as curious of what I might see. He wouldn't just ditch me, would he? And even if he would, why would he leave his clothes?
"Frank?" I call up to the trees, remembering that he sits up there sometimes. There's no answer so I try again. The silence that follows doesn't help my nerves in the slightest. I sigh, trying not to freak out anymore than what I already am. Where in the world could he be?
The splashing of water stops the quietness abruptly. I turn to see Frank rising out of the water. Shirtless. I quickly bring my hands to my face, covering my eyes as a deep blush settles on my cheeks.
"F-Frank," I stutter, my embarrassment impaling my normal speech. "W-What are you d-doing?"
Although I couldn't see him, I knew he was shrugging as he spoke, "Not much; I was just going for a swim... Why are you covering your face?" He sounds genuinely confused.
"Well Frank, I don't know if you noticed, but you're kinda naked."
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Parachutes
FanfictionFrank Iero was born unlike most kids. He was born with special powers. He's been bullied most of his life and has taught himself that he's alone in this world until he meets someone new. Frank learns that there is someone who cares for him and he's...
