You're Never Gonna Fit In Much

We start the fairly short walk to Ray's and Mikey's just going off on tangent after tangent. I'm not sure what the topic is any more, but he hasn't quizzed me yet. Ray seems to be entertaining the conversation, so I don't have to pretend interested at the moment.

I allow my mind to wander and it lands on Frank.

Frank.I couldn't stop thinking about him. His mature features juxtaposed perfectly with his bouncy brown hair and childish smile. I was not about to fangirl about him, so I have to keep my mouth shut. I won't fall victim to the constant teasing from the guys.

Every fucking time I express an ounce of interest in anyone they harass me.

All I'd hear for weeks is "Did you wear skinny jeans for Frank?" "Are you painting that to impress Frank?" "Aw! Look! He's blushing because we brought up Fwank!"

I can't stand them.

Notes

I'm sorry for my absence and the brisk update, but I haven't done my homework due tomorrow and I'm grounded, so this is under the radar.