Where Did Everybody Go?

Seventeen: Dinner

"Mhmmm," I say. "This is really good." Frankie made some homemade ravioli with garlic bread.
"Thanks. I used my great-grandmothers secret recipe," he say.
"What do you have for desert?" I question. "I know you always made a desert when I used to come over."
"Homemade chocolate cake," he says.
"There is no need to brag" I say, "about your homemade food."
After we finish eating, we walk into the living room and Frankie tells me the choices.
"I have The Heat, Identity Thief, and Tammy," he says.
"So you like Melissa McCarthy?" I question.
"Yes, very much," he then asks the question. "So which movie?"
"I haven't seen Identity Thief yet so let's watch that," about an hour into the movie, James calls me.
My phone rings and I silence it.
"I have to go to the restroom," I say. Thank goodness he didn't hear my phone.
"Sure," I rush to the bathroom and I lock the door. I do not want Frankie to come in here. I call James again and he answers.
"Hello?" he says frantically. "Why didn't you answer me the first time?"
"I, um," I say. "I was just eating dinner."
"You never eat dinner this late and you ignored all my texts. Why aren't you in bed yet too? You never usually stay up past 9:30," he says.
"I was um," uhg a another lie. I hate to lie to James."I feel asleep in the bathtub," I lie.
"You could of drowned. I know that Frankie lives about three apartments away from you. I know that your lying. Tell me the truth. Are you at Frankie's?" he says. I can only imaging his face. He has never gotten this mad at me before.
"So?" I hang up on him and I "wash" my hands. I see Frankie sitting in the couch with his phone in his hands.
"You okay? You were in there a long time."
"Yea, I am fine," I say. I sit down next to Frankie and snuggle up next to him. Once Identity Thief is over Frankie puts in my favorite movie 'The Heat.'
My eyes begin to feel heavy and I fight with my eyelids to keep them open.
I lose automatically.
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I wake up, covered in blankets on the couch. I squint my eyes to see the apartment around me. The only light in the room is from the moonlight. I get up and thankfully I am still wearing the clothes I wore hear. I grab my purse and get out of Frankie's apartment before he wakes up. I open my door and walk to the bedroom.
I am to tired to brush my teeth or take a shower.
I enter my room and find James watching tv on my bed.

Dang it.

"Where the heck were you?" he questions. He gets up and stands in front of me.There is no point in lying now. I have been caught.
"I was at Frankie's," I say.
"That son of a bish," he mutters. He tenses and his face reddens. "Don't go near him again. You hear me?"
"I can go near anyone I want to," his fists curl into fists by his waist. He pushes me into the wall so he can walk past me. I start to cry because the last time someone pushed or even hurt me was Frankie. James was the last person I expected to hurt me. He stops in his tracks and turns around to face me.
"Sorry," he mutters and walks out of the bedroom. I hear the front door open and the click of the door closing. I walk over to my bed and lay down. I look at the show he was watching. It was a new episode of Madam Murder. I turn the tv of and slowly sink into the sheets. I slip my engagement ring of and set it on my coffee table. I turn the lights of like my relationship with James.
Slowly turning of.
A/N
Who do you ship??
Jally or Fally?