Desolation row

" what time is it?" I sleepily asked frank. I couldn't really move because franks arms were still wrapped around me and I was still laying on him.
" almost ten. You need to eat. The cafeteria is still open," frank said allowing me to slide off him stretch out my arms.
" this camp is getting weirder and weirder," I said jumping off the bed. Frank did the same. ( I know I didn't explain it but I have clothes on now. POOF MOTHAFUCKAS!) he quickly grabbed my hand again. I started swinging ours hands back and forth. He beamed and laughed. And we walked to the Cafeteria.
Surprisingly there was a ton of other campers still inside. I ate quietly. I always hated eating in front of people. Frank started naming every one in our cabin with a brief Description.
Andy- tall, long black hair, guy
Micky- chick, curly strawberry blonde hair.
Tyler- skater punk look, purple gages.
Cassie- chick, short blonde hair
Forgiven- just call him F, blonde, 6'5"
Henry- hair like franks, green eyes like Gerard.
Tate- short brown hair, always wearing anarchy necklace
Lark- chick, green hair
Bob, frank, Gerard, mikey, ray- you know
Sasha- bitch, blonde, skull tattoo on left shoulder
And me.
Frank seemed in a daze as he hastily gave distributions of people I never plan on talking to.
" the guys have to show you something," frank mumbled.
Frank is more bipolar than most teenage girls. One second happiest person on earth the next gloomy. Or he will be a total ass then be the guy you wish you could marry from that cheesy movie. But I can't judge I know nothing about his past. Note to self find out a little info about his past. Not too much.
" ok"I Finally said. He got up sticking his hands in his pockets. I frowned his hands keep mine warm. And I don't have any fucking pockets! Whatever.
I still don't understand what really went on today. Frank and I were acting like a mushy couple. We were snuggling and giggling. Fuck this is not good. I think he convinced me and I convinced me that he was a good guy. Earlier today he cornered me with a knife and asked me to strip. Now who does that sound like ramona? He is not a good guy he just like every other teenage boy. I barely know anything about him I can't decide weather he his good or bad yet. I've know him for one fucking day. So far his good/bad factors even out. He didn't pull anything on me last night. He ordered me to strip today. He was sweet and stuck up for me. He is here for fucks sake.
I sighed. My mind is at war.
" what's the matter, ramona?" Frank said. We were just outside the cabin.
" I don't know what to think about you and this whole situation ," I said no point in lying. We stood there in silence for a second. Frank Furrowed his eyebrows. I just stood there not knowing what to do.
" sweetie, I don't remember this ever being a 'situation'" frank said trying to play it cool.
" don't act you do this all the time," I said.
" I do," liar
" then why is Gerard saying You've turned you 'soft'" I said raising an eyebrow.
Frank didn't say anything he leaned closer to me. His piercing hazel eyes staring at me. His hand reached to cup my face as he connected our lips. Electricity flew as he brushed his tongue against my bottom lip. I open my mouth letting our tongues dance together. His thumb gentle rubbed circles on my cheek bone. I hummed slightly. I could feel frank smile into the kiss.
" get a room!" Gerard yelled followed by cat calls and whistling. Frank took his hand off my face to flip them off. We pulled away. The door to the cabin was wide open and everybody was staring at us. I feel really uncomfortable. I ducked my head. Frank grabbed my hand and lead me into the room.
" what do you make of that Situation?" Frank whispered into my ear.
" I don't recall that being a 'situation'" I whispered back.

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