Frank sighed as he trudged around the shop, tossing random items of food into his cart. He dumped a loaf of bread into the cart and carried on, eyes down as he dodged around the other shoppers. He reached the shelves loaded with shampoo and soap and his eyes slowly travelled up the towering shelf as he stood before it.
And of course, the only bottles left had to be on the top shelf.
He cursed his height as he attempted to reach up and somehow grab a bottle, failing each time. He glowered at the shampoo and debated on whether he should keep trying or just leave and wait until they re-stocked the shelves. But he didn’t particularly like the idea of having to go without a shower so he tried again.
He reached up, his arms stretched desperately, but his fingertips didn’t even brush against the shampoo. He looked around and when no one was looking, he jumped up and tried to seize hold of a bottle. His hand knocked against the shampoo but didn’t manage to grab it.
This was so fucking embarrassing. He couldn’t believe he couldn’t even reach the shampoo even if he jumped.
He froze as he heard a soft chuckle behind him and he turned around. There was a guy stood there, in his early twenties maybe. He was tall and had short, snowy and almost fluffy looking hair that Frank had the odd urge to run his hands through. It looked so soft and feathery.
He skin was almost as pale as his hair and his dark, amused eyes watched him from behind long, thick lashes, a smirk stretched his pale lips up at the side.
Frank thought he was beautiful. But then he asked himself if he’d really just thought that. He was straight. Did he honestly just think that this guy was beautiful? Straight guys didn’t think that kind of stuff about other guys, as far as Frank was concerned. And Frank hadn’t ever thought about a guy like that before.
“Need some help there?” the guy asked, still smirking at him.
“Uh…,” Frank managed to choke out, blinking rapidly. “N-no, I’m… I’m f-fine.”
“Right,” the guy grinned again. “So you were just randomly jumping at bottles of shampoo for no reason then?”
“Erm… well…,” Frank mumbled. “Uh, yeah?”
The guy laughed and effortlessly snatched down a bottle without even having to go on his tiptoes. He held the shampoo out towards him, smiling softly.
Frank slowly reached out, pulling the bottle from his grasp, shuddering at the electric jolt that ran up his arm when his fingers came in contact with the guy’s freezing ones.
“It’s cute,” the guy comment, still smiling at Frank.
“Excuse me?” Frank asked, eyes widening.
“You are. You’re cute,” the guy informed Frank. “Cute and small, y’know?”
“N-no… uh no, not really,” Frank replied, his mind refusing to form a proper sentence. He felt self-conscious and stupid in front of this guy.
“I’m not… I’m straight,” Frank added, his voice shaking.
The guy snorted. “Sure you are honey.”
“I am,” Frank insisted, his brow knitting together in anger that was slowly building up. He hated it when people ignored what he said. “I have a girlfriend.”
Something dangerous and dark flashed across the guy’s eyes then and he muttered something under his breath that sounded a lot like ‘not for long’.
“What?” Frank asked, still frowning.
“Nothing,” the guy replied smoothly, a smile sliding perfectly in to place on his face.
“Oh… um, okay well… thanks,” Frank mumbled. “I’ll see you around.”
He quickly turned away, wanting to get away from this beautiful and yet extremely creepy stranger.
“You sure will,” he heard the guy respond.
He turned around to look at him, but he was already gone.