You're someone you're not

" what's in there?" I ask as I catch us with frank who's rushing down the hall way.
" Oh that? Nothing. Nothing cool anyways" frank smiled and pulled me along.
we rushed by several cool looking doors but frank didn't turn his head. He just kept twisting and turning us thought the maze of hallways that was the White House.
" Where are we going????" I whined. Frank smirked.
" I can't tell yet" I rolled my eyes. After what seemed like forever we turned down a smaller hall that looked like it had bed rooms in it frank opened a small door that was covered in stickers.
" So yeah this is my bedroom" frank shrugged. I expected it to be bigger. I mean don't get me wrong it was big but not the J ridiculously big. No indoor hot tubes :( what it did have was a queen sized unmade bed with plain black sheets and closet bathroom large window with a sitting area. But the best part was the shelves. Frank hade shelves covering all areas of the walls. Records cassests CDs books movies knick knacks. Then he had posters flyers and signs for a Gillions of causes.
" Wow" I walked over to one to the shelves that held records and pulled out nirvanas bleach album. Then I just kinda went to town pulling fifteen or so alums.
" Can we play them pretty pretty please?" I stuck my lower lip out.
" Yeah hold on" frank grabbed the record player. While I snipped some more and I found a white and black guitar with the word pansy stuck on the side.
" Duuuude. You play!" I smiled widely.
" Yeah a little" frank shrugged.
" Screw the records play me something" I thrust the electric guitar at frank who had just set up the record player. He smiled using the left side of his face which i found freaking adorable. He quickly tuned it up a bit. He let the thing sit on his leg and gently strummed nodding his head along.
" I'm not sure what they said
but if it's true I'll bet
just one more thing I'll regret
i hate my weaknesses they make me who I am
yeah it's cool I'll be ok
i felt your pain wash over me
dry your eyes and hide my shakes
cuz I hate the look that's one your face"
i clapped. A lot.
" That was friggen amazing" I raised my hand to high five him. Frank blushed.
" It's really not just a work in-" he started
" shhhhh" I pressed my finger to his lips," play it again"
i laid on my back eyes closed listening to frank sing. If only I had a ciggerette....

Notes

Thanks for giving me such encouraging comments I love you all. Ps sorry if there's spelling errors!