You're someone you're not

I woke up in strong arms. Little spoon again. I don't understand Frank is noticably smaller than me but he still insists on being the big spoon. Whatever he's warm and I'm not complaining. I sighed contantly.
"Mmm Gee your brother is throwing up in my bathroom," Way to kill the mood, Frank. He of course was right I could hear the vile sounds of vomit hitting toilet water. I swung legs over the side of the bed and sat up. Too quickly. A wave of nausea hit me like a brick wall, and for a second I thought I was going to throw up too.
"Babe you ok?" Frank mummbled sitting up slightly.
"Yeah I think so" I rubbed my eyes gulping in air in attempt to calm my stomach.
"You were swaying a bit I thought you might throw up" Frank laughed dryly reaching over and running his fingers across my clothed back. Tracing the bumps of my spine. Even though I couldn't see him I could imagine Frank looking beautiful. It's really not that hard. I would turn to confirm my thoughts but I really had no energy. It all would have been very romantic if it were not for the sound of Mikey spitting in the bathroom.
I grudgingly stood up and stumbled to Frank's bathroom. Mikey was bent over the toilet his head dipping down so low for a second I thought he actually had his head in the bowl. The only thing keeping Mikey from giving himself a whirly was his elbow which were propped up on the lip of the seat with his forearms almost limply holding his up. He looked like absolute shit.
"Hey Mikes how're you doin?" I reached down and scratched Mikey's head lightly. It was something we used to do when we were younger. I'd scratch Mikey's head for five minutes while we watched star trek and then he'd do the same for me. People always thought we were weird for being so close but really we were eachother's only friends.
"I'm alright I think. Can you get me that cup right there?" Mikey nodded to a cup half full of water on the counter top. I handed it to him feeling guilty for not being responsible enough to make sure Mikey didn't get fucked up. Clearly I was too busy geting myself fucked up to notice my baby brother. God I'm such a self pitying hypocrite.
"Thanks" Mikey mummbled. I heard Frank enter the bathroom.
"Everthing ok boys?" Frank wrapped his arms around my waist and set his head on my shoulder. I think he actually had to stand on his tippy toes to do that. The thought made me smile.
"I think so..." Mikey said looking up and wipping his face. Wow he looked like shit. He was almost green. This is probably the first time he's ever gotten this shit faced.
"I'm older than you" I pointed out to Frank. He giggled sending vibrations to my stomach. He's so cute.
"It's endearing" Frank said detaching himself from me.
"Sorry I wasn't a better babysitter," Frank said in all seriousness running his hands through his hair looking at Mikey sadly. No Frankie shouldn't be guilty it was my fault. Well actually it was my dad's fault.
"No dude I made my own choices and landed myself here that doesn't have anything to do with you" Mikey said solemnly. I really didn't want to think about my dad right now I just wanted to have a nice day with Frank but I didn't really have a choice. Plus I'm sure Frank will want to know why I got so ridiculously shit faced and then forced myself onto him. I groaned at the memory.
"Babe are you ok?" My lips twitched at Frank's pet name. It was really cute dispite my usual distaste with couply nicknames. We weren't even a couple really. But I liked it.
"Yes just hungover" I grabbed a toothbrush and brushed my teeth a visual tip for Mikey to do the same. Luckily he caught on.
"Yeah I would be too. You drank like a sailor last night" Frank laughed humorlessly. Smething in his tone told me he was concerned. Bingo. Told you he'd want to know what the problem with me and Mikey was.
After we throughly got up Mikey decided he was going to go home and lay down. Even though Frank offered him one of the many guest room Mikey wouldn't bite. Mikey took off half-heartly giving me a suggestive look. Even hungover as fuck that kid still makes a joke of me and Frank. God I love that kid.
"You and your brother are so sweet. It makes me want a sibling" Frank said.
"Yeah I'm lucky Mikey turned out so cool even though he can be a pain in the ass" I smiled lovingly. I've been taking care of Mikey since I was little there's a certain sort of affection between us that I don't think alot of siblings have. It makes me sad that not everyone can have a good relationship with their siblings.
"I also kinda want to watch you guys makeout" Frank said half joking.
"Oh god no! gross gross gross. Frank that is so repulsive on so many levels you know that right?" My face contorted in disgust. Frank laughed. I'm glad he finds it funny now I can't get that image out of my head. Great.
"Oh I know. But hey I can't keep from thinking it'd be hot." Frank shrugged. I sighed. Frank bit his lip ring. I groaned.
"Can we please makeout" I whined. Frank looked a bit shocked.
"Yeah sure definitely" Frank said. I leaned in towards him. He stepped back a little. " But can you just tell me a little bit of what's bothering you. If you don't want to that's ok. I just don't like seeing you this upset"
Frank ran his hand through his hair. My heart melted a little that he actually cared about me like that.
"um-" I started.
"It's ok if you don't want to I really shouldn't have asked I'm sorry that was rude" Frank looked down.
"It's ok. Me and Mikey's dad came back and I sent him away because I didn't trust him and because I didn't want hm to hurt Mikey or my ma again. I didn't want him to be a disappointment yknow? Get their hopes up and he's just a let down." I got through what I had to say surprizingly well looking Frank in the eyes no voice cracks. I completely pulled off the front that I didn't care, which, of course, was completely false.
"What about your hopes?" Frank scruntched up his eyebrows and cocked his head.
"What are you my thearapist?" I tried to laugh it off but frank didn't budge. " I don't know I don't make decitions based on how I feel. Sure I wanted to let him in but I made the hard decision. I don't know all I can keep thinking is 'Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I just drove away my dad forever'" And there goes my compsure. I looked at my feet as my voice cracked. I could feel my ears get hot and my eyes water. Jesus I hate this! Why does this effect me so much? I ran my hands over my face once making a frustrating sound.
"Hey," Frank put is hand on my cheek. How cliche. " It's ok. It's ok."
I looked at Frank again and he had this look on his face I couldn't tell what emotion it was clearly. It almost looked like hurt. Why would he be hurt?
I just leaned down and kissed him. Slowly but with a kind of fire behind it. All of the emotions that forced me to get drunk were being poured into this kiss. It wasn't the sort of kiss that you'd want to do with your eyes closed especially when you're kissing someone with such exquisite eyes like Frank. His pupils were wide and surounded by flicks of golden green and brown forming a beautiful mandala that was uniquely his.
I pulled away gasping for oxygen that I'd completely forgotten was a necessary part of life. Frank was doing the same. I could feel his chest rising and falling even though we weren't touching. Like he was sending electric waves to me and I was sending them back.
"You-are-so-beautiful" Frank said in between breaths. I ducked my head. I still don't get it Frak is so attractive and he's wasting his time with me. I mean what do I have? Messy hair and a good taste in music. But realy I don't have any notable physical charateristics. I'm average at best. Here is this 10 telling me I'm beautiful sometimes I feel like all of this is just a cruel joke.
"No I'm serious. I don't think you realise how fucking gorgeous you are." Frank said again. I cringed curling into myself as much as I could feeling embaressed and vulnerable.
"THAT'S WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL!" Frank sang and burst into spontaneous poses. I cracked up so bad. I think I was snorting at some point. I tackled frank onto his bed and kissed him all over his neck and face laughing everytime I remembered.
Frank sat up on his elbows.
"I'm serious though. You are beautiful." Frank looked me dead in the eye.
"Shut up," I kissed him like I could never kiss him again. He smiled and kissed back.

Notes

so yeah fluff for you fuzz balls out ther. sorry i havent updated in forever i kept wanting to but not knoing where to start. But I did take the time i was off to figure out where this fic is going. also i cant stop listening to leathermouth it's gotten bad my mother is officially concerned about my wellbeing

anywho i hope you all have a good day!