"Frankie?"

"Y-yeah?" he answered once he had swallowed his last mouthful of pizza.

"You have to take your medicine now."

He groaned but took the pills anyway.

"Okay, now, do you want to go see a movie?" I asked.

He smiled, "Y-yeah!"

I took his hand and we walked to the theater. When we got there Frankie picked out the movie,
"What do you want to watch, hun?"

He smiled softly, "Uh...t-that!" he pointed to one of those cheesy romantic films.

"Okay" I don't particularly like those, but if Frankie's happy then I'm happy.

While we were in the line for the movie tickets I couldn't help notice Frankie staring at the couple standing in front of us. Just a random pair of high-school sweethearts holding hands. He stared intently at them, their hands, and then he looked down to our linked hands.

He looked up at me. All big eyes and blushed cheeks. Hazel eyes half hidden behind long dark lashes and a lose strand of chocolate hair.

I moved the hair out of his face. My hand lingering on his cheek for a lot more than needed.
When I realized I still had my hand cupping his cheek and that I was still looking intently in to his eyes, I pulled my hand away and lowered my eyes.

Which probably wasn't all that good of an idea. Frankie was blushing furiously and he was nervously biting his lip. Which was a lot bigger of a turn on than what I'm willing to admit.
I quickly looked away. Cursing Frankie's perfectness and my pervertedness.

"Next!"

We walked up to the cashier and I ordered the tickets.

The girl behind the counter looked like a typical punk but she too melted at the sight of Frankie.
"Aw, sugar!" she squealed

Frankie blushed and ducked his head.
"H-hi"

I thought she would say something mean about his stutter but instead she just smiled even more.

"Sugar, if you weren't taken I would totally ask you out." she gushed.

"T-taken? W-where?"

She giggled, "I meant your boyfriend."

Frankie looked at her quizzically. She raised her eyebrow and turned to look at me. Frankie followed her line of vision and immediately blushed fire-truck red.

"We're not dating." I said.

"Oh, it would be cute, though." she smiled and handed me the tickets.

We went to buy candy, Frankie ogling at all the sweets,

"What would you like, hun?"

He turned to me and smiled, "P-popcorn and s-soda a-and candy a-and t-that."

I smiled and turned to the guy behind the counter, "Just give him whatever he asks for."

The guy nodded and Frankie started ordering a bunch of candy and other junk food.
By the time we left Frankie had bought a large soda, large popcorn, gummy bears, skittles and a huge bag of random candy bars and chocolate.
I carried all the food with one hand and held Frankie's hand with the other while Frankie carried the giant soda.

"Gee-rawrd?" Frankie spoke once he had seated himself at the top row of seats.

"What is it hun?" I asked as I sat down.

He hadn't let go of my hand yet. Instead holding it even tighter, not that I'm complaining.
That's just the thing about noticing the small details, they aren't so small any more. Small things; like how when he smiles his eyes shine and he seems to become even more beautiful, the way his hand fit perfectly with mine. All the small things, that were suddenly not all that small.

How strange, last week I wouldn't have lifted a finger for anyone that weren't myself. And now, here I am, at the movies with a little boy I met a few days ago, taking him shopping and longing to see him smile.

"P-pass me the c-candy?"

I snapped out of my trance and nodded absentmindedly while I passed Frankie a paper bag of sweets.

"T-thanks"

"You're welcome, hun"

He smiled softly, "I l-like t-that." he whispered, almost inaudibly, probably to himself.

The movie started. I -obviously- didn't pay attention. I was too busy staring at Frankie. He looked so happy and he seemed to really like these types of movies, those cheesy romantic flicks you only ever watch because your girlfriend likes, or in this case your boyfriend.

I almost choked on an M&M when I thought that. Frankie is under no means my boyfriend. Even if I want him to be.

Cue for the choking on candy again.

Did I seriously just think that? Am I that much of a perv? I can't think like this. It would only hurt Frankie.

I turned to him again, he was staring intently at the screen while he popped skittle after skittle in to his mouth.

I think I was staring too hard because he turned to me a few seconds later,
"W-what?" he whispered softly.

"...nothing. I just- nothing."

He looked confused. Then he leaned over so we were a lot closer than needed and smiled. Yes, he smiled while I had a heart attack.

He wrapped his arms around my neck and my arms, as if on their own accord, moved to his waist.

"I l-like your e-eyes" he whispered.

This was too much. He was too close. And I was enjoying it a lot more than I should be.
"You have pretty eyes, too" I whispered back. I have no idea how I managed to form a coherent sentence with so much Frankie so close to me.

He smiled and then moved back to sit in his seat. And that was it.
He left me sitting there like a dumbstruck idiot. I turned to the screen in time to see the main characters kiss and hear Frankie go 'aw'.

He's so sweet and beautiful and delicate and perfect. A few minutes later and I was still staring at him. I just can't help it.
When the credits began to role Frankie turned to me and smiled. Soft and sweet and heart-warming and he's just so perfect.

"D-did you l-like the m-movie?" he asked

"I...wasn't paying much attention."

"W-why?"

"I was...distracted."

He smiled and stood up. I stood too and we walked hand in hand to the exit.

"Did you like the movie?" I asked him once we were in the hallway.

"Y-yeah, b-but t-the g-girl was d-dumb."

"Why?"

"B-because she l-loved the b-boy b-but didn't say so a-and so the b-boy left."

"So, she should have told him she loved him?"

"Yeah, 'c-cause if y-you f-feel i-it you should s-say it...s-so that p-person doesn't l-leave."

"Oh" was all I could say. I didn't know Frankie thought like that. I mean, it's not bad but I just didn't think he would have so much continence about what was happening around him, much less think of love.

"Y-yeah, that's w-why I t-tell y-you I l-like you...s-so you d-don't leave." he looked up at me and smiled.

I smiled, my heart swelling. "You don't have to tell me that, you know? I would stay with you no matter what. Don't ever doubt that."

He smiled even more. Then he hugged me tightly. I hugged him back, burying my face in his hair and inhaling deeply. He smelled like vanilla.

He wrapped his arms around my neck, I hugged him closer to me and moved my hand from his back to his hips. He tilted his head back and looked up at me with big hazel eyes filled with something I couldn't quite identify. His eyes were so beautiful, I couldn't help but lose myself in the sparks of amber and brown. Suddenly I found myself pushing Frankie back, he didn't object, only stopping when his back hit the wall.

I leaned down slowly, still looking deep in to his eyes. My eyes flickered from his eyes down to his beautiful pink lips and then back. I leaned down, now our noses touching.
I could feel Frankie's warm breath on my face, could see all of his angel features up close. His perfect porcelain skin, his big beautiful eyes, his perfect cupid bow lips. He's beautiful, a work of art.

His eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips, then he looked up at me through his long dark lashes.

He's so beautiful. And this is so wrong, but it feels so good.

And he's not objecting, why should I?

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