I'm Sure You've Heard It All Before

he makes me shiver

"Don't fucking break anything," the girl with the nose ring at the counter said. She had green hair which I actually really liked. Though I had just watched Joker and well, that's were my mind went immediately when I saw her.

"We won't, chill." Franco told her, smiling at her. She rolled her eyes.

"Do you know her or something?" I laughed, only half-joking.

"Cousin." Franco told me.

"Oh." I turned to look back at her and she was looking at us but she went back to writing something in a notebook when I looked at her.

We were in a ceramics shop. Now when you think ceramics shop, you think kitschy or homely. But this ceramics shop was probably the size of a Forever 21 and super clean and organized. There were about 20 people in the store who were looking at ceramic pieces.

They didn't even dare to touch them incase they would break something.

This store honestly just made me fucking nervous.

"Hey," Franco tells me.

I smile at him and I press my fingers into the small of his back that makes Franco flinch a little.

I remove my fingers and apologize to Franco.

"What are you sorry for? I liked that."

Okay, no guy has ever talked to me like that so I was just speechless and a blushing mess at that point. He rubs his thumb on my wrist that has been resting on a shelf. I shiver at his touch.

Franco looks at me and says, "So I was thinking, do you want to come over to my place right now? I think my little sister is home but she won't bother us."

Well, I didn't even know Franco had a little sister. He gives off only-child energy vibes.

"Sure sounds great. I didn't know you had a sister though."

"Yeah, she's 12 and going through regular 12-year-old girl stuff, you know? So don't be offended if she says anything off putting to you when you meet her."

"Got it."

We look at each other for a brief moment and just laugh.

He nods his head to the door and says "Let's go."

I can't help but be so fucking amazed at how confident Franco is. Like I like him so much and it's honestly hard to believe he's real and this is my life. My life. Mine. I feel like I'm living in those classic teen movies that I love so much.

One hour later, we've arrived at Franco's
house. I try not to notice this about people's houses but his is well, huge. Like huge for a Chicago apartment. Not that it matters, if his house was big or small, because why the fuck would it?

But when I walk into his house, it's very fucking clean.

Like sure, I live in a nice apartment but we don't have a maid and our house looks lived in. My mom's heels at the front door, papers all over the table, dirty dishes. That's home to me. Franco's home looks like a museum.

I guess I'm gawking at the family painting in his living room too much because Franco notices and says "Weird, right?"

I jump.

"What? No. I mean, I didn't think that painted family portraits were still a thing, you know?"

He laughs confusedly. "Well it is."

"It's nice, though." I take a look at it one more time. His mom and dad, both brunettes, and both wearing glasses, are leaning into each other lovingly. It's sweet, honestly. Franco has his arm around his little sister, Amber, who doesn't wear glasses unlike everyone else in her family.

And she's blonde. I'm about to ask where she gets the blonde hair from when Franco puts his arm on my shoulder and says "Want to go to my room?"

I'm kind of thrown aback because holy shit, I'm about to see Franco's room.

His room, unsurprisingly is super clean and organized. Not a loose T-shirt in sight.
His desk is stacked neatly with notebooks on top.

"Oh damn. So you write a lot." I say to him. Franco's sitting on his bed.

"Mmh, yeah I would say so."

"What do you write about?" I ask him, approaching his bed to sit down. Our arms pressing against each other purposely.

He looks down and smiles but then looks at me. "You know, just everything. Lists, what happened during my day, I don't know, story ideas sometimes?"

"Do you write about me?" I say smiling.

He bites down a smile and brushes his knuckle against mine.

"Duh."

We both laugh into each other for a couple seconds but then we stop. And now we're looking at each other, our smiles quickly disappearing. I know what we're both thinking. We want to kiss each other.

I've never kissed a boy. He's looking at my lips and I'm looking at his. We both start to smile at each other while Franco has moved his hand to the nape of neck of which he's pushing slightly.

Here we go, I think. My heart is beating so hard.

But fuck, we're interrupted by a loud-ass knock that makes us both jump so hard, we eventually stand up. Standing in front of Franco's bedroom door is small blonde girl who I quickly recognize is Amber, his little sister.

Franco clears his throat and says "What?" to Amber. He looks extremely annoyed. Honestly, so am I.

A/N: Hi! it's been a while. Ah. But I just got the month off of school thanks to Miss 'Rona Virus and have a lot of free time so I get to write for fun! Yay!
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