Two Years Later

They stood in their flat, painting the walls as the sound of London’s busy streets hummed outside, the summer’s sun flooding through the large window on the other side of the room and warming the house with its light. Frank rubbed his forehead with his wrist; it was too hot to be doing this now. They had spent months trying to make this decaying loft apartment into something somewhat livable in and it was only now that it was beginning to look like a house rather than a hole.

"The place is really starting to shape up, isn't it Frank?" Patrick asked him, stepping back to admire their freshly decorated living room.

Frank chucked the brush into the paint pot, glancing over at his boyfriend; a large smile forming on his face as Patrick looked around the room, his grey jogging bottoms covered in red paint. "Oh sure, fourteen more coats of paint and the housing authority might approve it!" he teased, wrapping his arms around him as they looked out onto the room. Patrick pushed him away, turning back and placing his hands on his hips "Oh you're just so funny, wise ass. I happen to think it looks very nice." He groaned as he punched him playfully on the shoulder.



He rolled his eyes as they went back to painting the wall. A moment of silence hung in the air as a siren echoed past their flat. "So Frank," Patrick said, breaking the silence as he continued stroking paint onto the bare wall. "Now that this place is semi-habitable are you going to make an honest woman of me?" he asked, glancing over at him. Frank sighed, checking over his boyfriend’s paintwork. "Honey, you missed a spot," he lied. Patrick crossed his arms, frowning at him as Frank continued to paint, keeping his strictly on the wall. "Don't change the subject on me, Wise Guy," he retorted, seeing right through him. Frank laughed, tossing the brush back into the paint box. "Marriage, marriage, marriage," he chanted in a mock-nagging fashion. "That's all I ever hear!" Patrick laughed, blowing a raspberry at him as Frank stuck his tongue out at him.



Frank slowly walked over to him, closing the distance between them as he kissed him tenderly on the forehead. "Will this get me back on your good side?" he asked, pulling a hollow golden circle from the back pocket of his jeans. "Frank!” he gasped. "You got my ring!!!" Patrick clattered into him, grabbing him in a bear hug and knocking him and the paint cans to the floor. "Oh my god Frank!!!" He cried, kissing him repeatedly on the lips as Frank wrapped his arms around him, lovingly kissing him back.

Notes

Sorry its short

basically, IVE STARTED UNI!!! so I'm really busy working on my course and trying to make friends ect. I do plan to write a few more chapters to this story, I think we'll be reaching the end soon.

Let me know what you think will happen next!

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