THREESOME

eighteen - lets plan a party

"Fran, Fran!" I yelled, waiting for her to open the door. The door swung open seconds later.

"What the fuck?" We both yelled at the same time.

"First a dream and now this? Unbelievable." Frankie walked towards the couch. Wow, Charlie had a nice apartment.

"Literally what I was just thinking." I said sitting next to her.

"Okay wait. That was Samantha and Caitlyn? Those little bitches?" Daisy still standing.

"Oh right," we say in unison. "You haven't seen them before."

"Oh yeah but I've hear enough. Dickheads." She finally sat in the single couch chair next to the couch.

"What the hell are they doing here anyways?"

Mickey

So since broken up with Frankie, I've been feeling lost. Without a doubt, I regret sleeping with my ex. It was unfair to Frankie and she deserves better. I'm an asshole I know.

But, I wanna be that better. I wanna make her feel like she's the only girl in the entire world. Which, is going to be extremely hard.

But, I came up with a plan.

Flashback

I was sitting by the cash register at the bakery waiting like always for a customer.

Almost like deja vu, Samantha was the first customer along with a group of her friends. Excluding Scott.

"Wow. Your still here? I thought you and Frankie would make things out and do long distance. Guess she really wasn't that desperate to keep a man." Samantha said, tapping on the counter top.

"What do you want?"

"Just a bean pie. Hope you don't mind," she started playing with her fingers. Then, her and her friend group started going into a conversation.

"So, did you find out where Frankie was?" One friend asked.

"No. I really hope I do. There's so much I want to say. What I did in high school was wrong nonetheless and I wanna apologize," Samantha whispered. I could still clearly hear her though.

"Well, why didn't you guys just asked me?" A blonde with short hair asked. "I go to school with the fat ass."

"$5" I interrupted. Samantha took out a five and slid it down the counter.

"Anyways," they turned and headed towards 'their usual' booth.

"So you knew where she was this whole time and didn't tell me anything? Seriously? I've been texting her for..." I couldn't hear that last part. But, I agree with her. I've been texting and calling Frankie for ages now.

"So, where is she?" Samantha urgently questioned.

"Why are you so desperate?"

"Because Cait. Your no help. I can't talk about my problems with you. Any, of you. None of you probably listen and I'm tired. I need my girlie back," she whined that last part. I felt bad for Samantha. But I also felt bad for myself. Both lost someone absolutely amazing.

"Well jeez. She's at..." I couldn't hear her because the bell to the door jingled.

"Look, I'm going back tomorrow, literally here for one day. If you wanna come you can plus I wanna throw a party anyways so.' Caitlyn shrugged.

"Hey Mikey or Miffy, whatever your name is. Wanna come?"

End Of Flashback

So yeah, I was going to help these idiots with a party and then hopefully revive my relationship with Frankie. Simple as that.

But, I hope she doesn't yell at me like she did on the phone the other day. I just want to talk and give her a reason to be with me again. I probably don't deserve a second chance but I'm willing to try.

***

After seeing Scott, my sister and that dark haired guy, it made me more determined to find Frank. What if she's dating him?

"Do you know if Frankie is seeing anyone?" I looked towards Caitlyn.

"She's fucking the teacher, don't ask how I know, I just know." Without even looking at me, that's what she said.

"The teacher? Ew. Which one?"

"The one we just saw."

"Dark blonde?"

"Yup," she said, wrestling through papers.

"Ew." Samantha and I said in unison.

Caitlyn

Well I mean, I kind of caught them in the act. You see, Elliot used to babysit me and every now and then I try to thank him. And no, I'm not talking about sexually because I've tried that but it didn't work.

Anyways, earlier today I saw those two making out like no tomorrow. Tongue all down each other's throats. So, I put two and three together and got five. They really should be careful because they could get caught. That would be tragic wouldn't it be.

Anyways, I'm throwing this party specifically for some hot college dick. I could care less about the part it's self.

"When's the party?"

"On Wednesday."

"Wednesday?" Mippy and Sam shouted together.

"Yes Mopey, Wednesday. There's no classes Thursday and Friday because of the staff development day and grading stuff so, Wednesday is the night to fuck shit up." I explained.

"It's Mickey first of all and..okay, makes sense." He shrugged and continued planning for this event.