You're someone you're not

" I mean she's got a point"
even through the FaceTime frank looked hot. Tired and wore but diffinetly sexy. His long sleeved dress shirt unbuttoned and the sleeves pushed up to his elbow. He even losened his tie. My god. His hair was messed up and he had dark circles around his eyes but that partly added to the appeal.
" you can't be siding with that crazy bitch instead of me! Why do you think I facetimed you? I need someone to side with me" but all that sexiness did not hide the fact that frank basically just told me that my crazy art teacher was right to tell me off. Frank just sighed and pushed some hair out of his face.
" I'm not siding with anyone. I'm just- well did you know Picasso learned the classical ways of art, realism still art etc before he became the father of abstract?" Frank said calmly. I frowned scrunching my eyebrows.
" I-" I started not really knowing what to say.
" You just wanted throw a little pity party because a art teacher didn't like your bowl of fruit. I'm sure it was fantastic, Gerard. I think you should go back see what she has to say but if she turns out to be an absolute phsyco and waits you to worship a staute of a lizard or something called me right away and I will say you were right" frank smiled cheekily I felt the corners of my own mouth pull up but I forced them back down making my face appear contorted through the tiny reflecting image in the corner of my phone.
" Fine but I swear I'm right" I said.
" Don't swear Gerard " frank said.
" You sound like my mom" I said eyes wide.
" Well I'm going to bed. You should too. " frank yawned. Frank yawning plus all the sexy I listed before is freaking adorable.
" Alright slept tight don't let the bed bugs bite" I smirked.
he clicked offline.
" Mom! I'm NOT going to the next art class!" I called out from my bedroom. We'd already talked about it and she was still making me but I really didn't want to go.
" I don't care Gerard" she called back her jersey accent making it almost impossible to understand her unless you grew up there.
" Maaa" I whined like a child causing mikey to yell from his room for me to shut up. I hit my fist against the wall alerting him I didn't care.
" I'm don't talking about this Gerard now come out for dinner" dispite me being like super teenage mad at her for planning on making go back to someone who doesn't see any artistic ability in me at all we were Italian and Italian women make the best food. I lazily walked out from my room to be greeted by the great smell of garlic bread. I have a week to convince her to let me drop the class but being the way my ma is I have a feeling she's not going to let it slide so easy..

Notes

Sorry for not updating.