anything in return | frank ocean [+18] complete

summer remains

Bee

wtf, i miss you!

Lonny

i miss you too. beginning to think london was a baaad idea.

We came back from a week of sex and suntans to the land of the snakes, with our eyes open.

I was supposed to be with Lonny, but after his latest encounter with Alycia, we both decided that it would be best if we didn't push our luck. He had things to do, songs to record...so the show had to go on without me. That didn't stop me from pouting, though.

But I had to admit, lying about fading love bites for the past few weeks I'd been back was much easier to do without the culprit hovering around and silently gloating about it. That was the only thing. My initial amusement in how nosey people were fizzled quickly, making me wish I had him in my corner but I didn't want to stress him out during what he told me was one of the biggest opportunities of his career.

I felt like I was trying to quit drugs cold turkey, which was probably dramatic as hell...but, I didn't make the rules.

The show had to go on without him, too. I'd been dividing my time between catching up at OUTRAGE , visiting the Clancy's, the shop and Tyler's new place to keep my mind off it. It worked for the most part, but there was always something missing...

Bee

clark kent has to save the world at some point, right?

Lonny

insert some witty parallel between me and superheroes here, haha. i'm hopeless.

Bee

you can't be hopeless. you can fly.

Lonny

superman is a just another static character without lois, though.

Tyler knew how miserable we were and laughed about it obnoxiously from time to time while he kept me company, but I didn't complain. Having "fun" with my best friend was taking my mind off the fact that I would be Lonny-less for another two weeks...even if it was just temporarily and at my expense.

But, Tyler's new house was super nice. His room in the attic was where I spent most of the past two weeks, playing GTA V with the boys, lounging out on a bean bag chair, watching Breaking Bad or Teen Nick on the roof...

Even though Ty was jabbing left and right, he made it a point to tell me at some point before then that he was happy for me and Lonny. Even before that, I knew all of his comments were in jest but it was nice to hear it from somebody so close to both of us.

Too bad the rest of the world would probably have a fit.

I read his last message again and smiled because honestly, the world didn't matter. Being happy really puts things in perspective...

Waiting on him was maddening though.

All the things I had to say in response to his texts were either mopey, pouty or just plain out perverted and I had the pleasure of battling with myself about what direction I wanted to take that particular conversation, just like all the others.

And just like all the others, my mind was only on one mode. Withdrawal was a motherfucker.

"Is that your nigga?" I nodded, not even bothering to lift my head or attempt political correct-ness when it came to Ty.

Bee

well lois is in distress. come save (read: savor) me.

Lonny

fuck, i wish. don't torture me....two more weeks.

I bit the corner of my lip, giggling at his eagerness until I caught eyes with T, his face turned up in disgust.

"Y'all sexting? Nasty. You're naaasty!"

"What? Nooooo." I rolled my eyes playfully at the sound of his cackle and accusing finger, throwing a near-by pillow at him and quickly scribbling a reply. He caught it effortlessly and put it behind his head, becoming too distracted with cartoons he had on the projector to pay my quip any mind.

I curled up tighter on his small bright couch.

Bee

let's make them interesting, then.

Lonny

i'm listening...

I smiled at what I had in mind...

The past few weeks had been full of late night peepshows and risqué pictures, texts and inappropriate phone calls.

It was fun...but it was nothing compared to the anxiousness we were both full of before Bora Bora. Something about it made everything explosive, and even now, I could feel it growing again in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't wait to see him. October came and went, and he'd be home two days before his birthday. I was determined to make it just as memorable as he made mine.

It was nice to already have a few tricks up my sleeve.

Bee

first person to want sex loses. when you get back, i mean.

Lonny

psh. i am the master seducer.

He wasn't lying. There'd been countless times on the island that he practically talked my clothes off before I could think twice. Not that I minded, though. His charm could probably levitate the panties of any woman within a twenty foot radius.

Talented, yes, but I knew what he liked.

And that's what made it so easy for me, despite how knee buckling encounters with him were. Lonny's skills were God-given, but mine were tailored.

I knew what he liked, so I did what he liked.

Bee

prove it, loser. now you got a little something extra to look forward to while you work.

Lonny

you talkin shit already? haha, you're on.