Make way for Way

Kicking off my black, faded converse near my doorway, I remove my clothes, stripping down to my boxers. I flop into bed, making sure to turn the bright light out on my bedstand. Covering myself with the warm, blue covers, I drift off to sleep, dreaming about my beautiful, slightly effeminate Frank.

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TIME LAPSE
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I wake up to the sunlight gazing into my chestnut eyes. Yawning, I stretch my upper torso and arms, to try and get used to the sweet feeling of Saturday. I roll out of bed, slowly gathering thoughts of yesterday.

I look around for grey sweatpants and a dark T-shirt. Throwing them on, I check my alarm: 12:08. Damn, did I really sleep that long? I sit on my bedsheets, pulling my phone off the bedstand. I check for missed calls:

FRANK IERO: Missed Call: 11:38 AM.

Shit. I intently listen to the voice mail he left for me:

"Hey, Gee!" Frank started. Did he just call me Gee? "I need you to come over by 12:00. It's really important. See ya!"

I quickly slam my phone down on the bed, and yank my closet door open, scanning it for something nice to wear. I need to look good for Frank. Anything for Frank. Grabbing a band T-shirt and a pair of jeans, I slam the door closed, pulling on the clothing that I actually like to wear.

I open my door, slipping on my converse and fastening my leather watch. I pull my hoodie down from the hook.

I step into the bathroom, checking how I looked. Seeing that my hair was screwed up and I had no eyeliner, I brush my hair out and leave a bit of dusty, grey eyeliner around my eye.

"I'm going up to Franks' house!" I yell. Still no answer, I ignore the silence by running out the door and into the blinding sunlight.

Once I get to Franks' home, I impatiently knock on the wooden door.

"Hey Fra-" I start, not able to finish. The door swinging open, I see Frank grabbing my arm and pulling me up the stairs, into his room.

Frank locks the door behind him, leaping onto me, pushing us onto the bed.

"What are you doing, Frank?" I giggle, half confused, half aroused.

He hushed me, his eyes looking me up and down, still propped up 2 inches above me. He had pinned my arms down, his warm breath tickling my neck.

Notes

alrighty. so my favorite fanfic so far updated, so that means I have to update this ^-^ if you haven't already, please go check out, "See The Rust Through Your Playground Eyes". it's beautiful, seriously. so yeah, sorry for not updating! im sure nobody cares anyway xD but whatever. during the 20 something days i was gone, i took some time to brush up on my description skills! so maybe this will be better. horray for procrastination! ^-^ short chapter, i know. but it's good, because it's a cliff hanger! :) haha. I'll write the next chapter after i finish homework.