You Can Cry All You Want To, I Don't Care

Two weeks later Frank and I have settled into a routine living together. We wake up together in the morning, having breakfast together and getting ready for our day before we leave the apartment hand in hand, sharing a goodbye kiss on the street before heading opposite directions for work and school. In the afternoons when I'm done with classes I head home and either clean up and then work on my homework until Frank finishes work two hours after I finish school and gets home or if I'm working I head home and change, grabbing a snack before heading off to work. Three days after I moved in with Frank the comic store called and offered me a job three afternoons/nights a week and a long Saturday shift. At night when we're both home we cook dinner together and settle on the couch either watching crappy tv or a movie while we eat before we head to bed, sharing soft kisses under the covers before falling asleep together, having sex first if we're not too tired from our day. I wake up every morning and go to sleep every night with a huge smile on my face and I owe it all to Frank. It's a Sunday and Frank and I both have the day off together and we were planning on staying in bed, or so I thought but when I wake up Franks side of the bed is cold and empty and I hear two distinctly different voices coming from the living room. Both are male and one I recognise as Franks and I know the other isn't my dad or Mikey so I get up, pulling on a pair of discarded sweatpants that were on the floor and making my way out and down the hall towards the living room, running my fingers through my short hair and when I reach the doorway I see Frank sitting on the couch next to a strange guy, both of them with a guitar in their lap and they are sitting too close to each other for my liking. Frank is explaining something I don't understand, his fingers in place on his guitar but he's not playing, his movement stilled while he explains whatever and I clear my throat slightly to get their attention. Both of their heads snap up to look over at me and Franks face breaks out into a smile as he says "Hey babe," sitting his guitar to the side as he stands up and crosses the room, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. "What's going on?" I ask softly while the other guy stares at us, his gaze making me uncomfortable and I feel like he's undressing me with his eyes even though I'm wearing very little and my arms come up to cross over my chest, trying to cover myself. "I thought we were spending the day together?" I say to Frank and he frowns a little as he says "I'm sorry baby I just, Gabe called and wanted a lesson and I thought the extra money would be good. I won't be too much longer and then we...." "Oh, don't worry, take your time" I tell him as I turn and walk a few steps back towards the bedroom before Frank follows me and grabs my arm, stopping me. "Baby, are you upset with me?" I shrug, not knowing what to say and he steps around infront of me and cups my face in his hands. "Babe I'm sorry, I know we said we'd spend the day in bed." "It's ok. You better get back to your lesson." "I meant it when I said I was almost done so why don't you hop back in bed and I'll be there real soon and I'll make it up to you?" He says, smirking and winking at me. "Actually I'm gonna have a shower so don't worry about it" I tell him as I push past and go into the bedroom, grabbing clean clothes before heading across the hall to the bathroom, Frank gone back to his lesson with Gabe.

When I get out of the shower Frank is sitting in the living room talking and laughing with Gabe, their guitars back in their cases and the lesson is clearly over but for some reason Gabe is still here and I feel my heart ache painfully. I grab my ratty old converse pulling them on before grabbing my wallet, phone and keys, sticking my head in the living room door and saying "I'm going out" before walking out the front door, heading towards home. When I get there my eyes are swollen from the crying I did on the walk here and when I let myself in with the key I kept dad comes out of the kitchen and when he sees my appearance he rushes down the hall and hugs me. "Gee what happened?" He asks as he guides me into the kitchen, sitting at the table with me. "Frank and I agreed to spend the day together and when I woke up he was in the living room flirting with some guy who he was giving a guitar lesson to and it's like he would rather work than spend time with me." Dad sighs before reaching out and stroking my hair. "Are you alright?" He asks and I shrug, biting my lip to stop it trembling again. Dad stands up and pours me a cup of coffee, sitting it infront of me as he sits beside me again and I take a sip before asking "Where's Mikes?" "Pete's here so he's still asleep I think." I nod, wishing I could talk to him but not wanting to bother him while Pete's here. Dad and I spend the morning together, watching tv together before I decide I want to go home and go back to bed. When I get home the apartment is silent and I wander through to the bedroom where I find Frank asleep in bed, his phone clutched in his hand and I sigh as I kick my shoes off and strip down to my boxers, pulling my phone from my pocket and finding four missed calls from Frank on it, the ring tone turned on silent. I put it on the bed side table before climbing in and curling up on my side facing Frank, pulling the blanket up over us and closing my eyes, letting myself fall asleep again.

Notes

Frank has some grovelling to do......

Are any of you guys reading my other story You're Beautiful To Me? I haven't been getting many comments if any at all on it recently so does that mean you guys don't like it? I'm starting to feel unsure about it because I have no idea if people are even interested in reading it anymore