Frank’s Point Of View


As I began to wake up I couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes as my headache was so bad I just wanted to crawl in a hole and die. The perks of a hangover, Eurgh. I shifted uncomfortably and painfully until I had dragged my worn out body into a sitting position, to be greeted with the sight of Andy, Ashley, Bob, Ray, Jemma and Chloe in a similar state to my own.

I sighed with relief at least knowing we were at Andy’s and none of us were missing. To be honest I was sure I’d make it back okay as I really hadn’t had that much to drink, despite my pounding headache.

Thinking of last night, all the memories rushed to the forefront of my mind, quite frankly (A/N no pun intended), hitting me like a freight train.

Drinking. Dancing. Grinding. Fun. Shock. Mr Way.

I almost screamed as one motherfucking huge mistake taunted me. I couldn’t bear the thought of ever facing him again, I could almost cry at the situation. How in hell could this have happened?! Shit, fuck, crap, shit FUCK!

I felt the smallest bit of relief as I realised it was Saturday morning, leaving me with two days to gather my thoughts. Grow some balls, well, maybe not, seeming as they played a large part in the mistakes of the previous night, yep, definitely crossing that off of my To-Do list.

Leaving my wild thoughts for a moment, I noticed everyone getting up and heading downstairs. Grumbling I got up to and followed.

We all headed into the kitchen where Andy was making a shit ton of coffee. “Frank, what time did you get back man, you left in quite a hurry!” Andy noted.

Shit! “I, um, I, uhh..” I stumbled.

“You, ‘um, you uhh?” Andy questioned tauntingly.

“I was j-just tired, I don’t know what time I got back, I just, u-um needed fresh air” I lied unconvincingly.

“Well, okay then” Andy said, clearly seeing through my petty lies.

We all ended up in the lounge room with the curtains pulled and the lights off, so it was very dark, something we were all grateful for as light isn’t something I welcome with a hangover! Deciding on staying in to watch movies all day, we began with Nightmare On Elm Street.

**Time Lapse Monday**

I climbed up the steps of the shithole I was dreading more than ever. If shit wasn’t bad enough, I was fucking late! That’s bound to cause unnecessary attention; I was planning on avoiding him!

Stopping outside of the classroom, I reached a sweaty, trembling hand to the handle and grasped it, twisting it open with a bit too much force as I burst into the classroom, earning chuckles. I was bright red by this point.

Feeling all eyes direct towards me, I kept my head down and my eyes downcast.

My heart was beating rapidly, I felt like I could pass out as he spoke.

“Frank”

Notes

So freaking sorry, for the wait, I really am crap when it comes to updates.

I'll try to update at least twice today!

Lots of love

Miss MCR