THREESOME

twentyfive - unexpected

Scott

So Mickey and I have been looking for the culprits for some time now. It's now Friday, I'm in Frankie's room. She's giving me the silent treatment. They both are.

"Okay, I don't know what I did that made you two hate me so much."

Nothing. Not even a glance.

"Come on guys seriously? We're supposed to be a threesome remember? Unstoppable yeah?"

Still nothing.

"Okay. How about Scott's Flowers? How about we argue about it Frankie? Yeah?" A smile spread across my face when I saw her approaching me.

Oop, no she wasn't.

She was going to her nightstand.

"How about you Daisy? Wanna have a super cute super girly argument about the hottest white men in Hollywood?"

"Ian Somerhalder, Chris Hemsworth, Liam Hemsworth, Tom Holland, and Chris Evans. End of discussion," Diasy said, not even looking up.

"Black men?"

"Chris Brown, Chris Brown, Trey Songz and a couple others but at the moment I could on think of Chris Brown," Frankie said, still digging in her draw.

I furrowed my eyesbrows. "What about Micheal B Jordan? Or Chadwick Boseman? Or for the white side, what about Ryan Reynolds?"

"Didn't think of them," they said blandly in unison. Wow.

"Um okay. Thanks for the talk." I rolled my eyes and laid back on the bed.

Well, I'm going to be completely honest. Something has been bother me for the best like day and I really need Frankie's attention.

"Frankie, I seriously need to talk to you guys. Especially you because it involves you know what." Being sure to include Daisy, I said "guys" soo...

"What?" Frankie snaps. Suprising the both of us.

"Your ex boyfriend is losing his mind. Like actually. So at the party he told me something about having a connection. Now yesterday we went to find the culprits. He...well...he was just really calm and...he told me somethings..." I trailed off.

"Hey Frankie remember when I first met you and told you not to trust him?" Daisy looked up at Frankie.

"Yeah why?"

"This is what I'm talking about." She points to me.

I'm confused.

"I'm sorry. What?"

"I told Frankie not to trust Mickey because he could be sneaky and a liar."

"Oh. So do you think he's only being friendly to get closer to Frankie?" I asked.

"Well what did he say?"

"Well he pulled me aside and told me he was more high than drunk last night and that he actually does feel like we have a connection. Then...he asked me if I wanted to hang out..."

"Oh my God," they both laughed.

"What did you say?" Frankie asked, entertainment for her.

"No. That's disgusting."

"I think you should go," Frankie said. "Seriously. Like I wasn't even actually mad. Just wanted to scare you. If he 'has a connection' with you, go test it out. Maybe you'll fall in love...have kids," she gushed. Ew.

"So your telling me you want my first time to be with your lying cheating ex? Oh what so he can go sleep with his ex and beg for my forgiveness?" Unbelievable.

"Ew I would never sleep with him. Wouldn't want your sloppy seconds," she joked.

"Your hilarious. Best comedian of the century." I said sarcastically.

"No seriously. Just go see his intentions. He isn't all that bad. Just...well...he cheated."

"Your annoying."

"I know." She smiled. Annoying.

***

Me: Mickey it's me Scott.. Frankie gave me your number.

Mickey: oh hey.

Me: Frankie also told me she'd be cool with us hanging out. She's actually blackmailing me. Funny story.

Mickey: yeah i got a text from my sister basically threatening me. She said if i hurt you she'd cut me. Sooo...

Me: yup. Sounds about her.

Mickey: Look Scott, I want to apologize on my behalf. I never meant to heart Frankie like that and I honestly feel like an idiot. But...i was serious at that party. I feel like we can atleast be decent friends. And your probably thinking im a pussy but no, my emotions are taking over. I just want to go back to the old me.

As I sit on my bed reading this long looking paragraph, I think to myself "is his intentions genuine. Should I ask?"

Yes. Let's ask.

Me: are u only doing this to try to get closer to Frankie? That's number one, number two, since when were you gay?

Mickey: Since when were you?

Me: answer my questions dickface.

Mickey: okay fine.

Okay fine what???

Mickey is typing...

Guess I'm about to get a long paragraph again. Let me lay down.

Mickey: I'm not using you to get to Frankie. I hadn't even thought of that. Honestly, if I was, I'd play it way stupider. Plus, I don't think I'd be comfortable with kissing you, a guy. The party was...a new feeling. One that Jackie nor Frankie was able to give me. So yeah I see my intentions are wrong but I wouldn't be comfortable with getting my face sucked off by someone of the same gender. So am I gay? No. Just experimenting I guess.

Me: i definitely don't want to be your "experiment."

Mickey: I didn't mean it like that. I meant it like I want your help basically. Obviously me kissing you tells something about my personality and self in general.

Me: okay. Im tired of texting. What do u want you flook?

Mickey: idk. Maybe like a date or something i guess.

Me: okay fine. Bye.

Mickey: wait. When?

Me: when im not busy. Bye!

He read my text.

Honestly, why did I agree to this?