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

The next morning I wake up in Franks bed again, his arm wrapped tightly around me but this time he's awake and pressing soft kisses to the back of my neck. I let out a soft whine, the light coming in through the blinds shining right in my eyes and I roll over, burying my face in Franks neck. "Too bright" I groan out and Frank chuckles softly before tightening his arms around me and cooing out "Aww poor Gee." We lay like that for a while until I sit up and rub at my eyes, sliding my hands up to push my hair back off my face and Frank sits up beside me. "Coffee" I groan out and he chuckles and says "What?" "Make me coffee Frankie" I plead as I turn my puppy eyes on him, pushing my bottom lip out and he shakes his head at me and says "Only cause you're so cute" before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to my lips. After Frank climbs out of bed and leaves the room I drag myself up and make my way to the bathroom to pee before going back into his room and I wander around actually looking at everything this time. The morning is quite cold so as I'm passing his desk I swipe the jacket hanging on the back of his chair and pull it on, zipping it up and inhaling the sweet scent that clings to the fabric, a mix of cigarettes and sweat and cologne and something that's just Frank and is unlike anything I've ever smelt before and it's the single most perfect combination of smells ever. I leave the room and make my way into the kitchen to find Frank making pancakes in addition to the coffee I requested and I sneak over, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his shoulder. "Hey" I say softly as he jumps in surprise and I let out a small giggle as I say "Sorry." "It's alright" he tells me as he reaches one hand down to pat at my hands resting over his stomach. "Take a seat I'm almost done" he tells me and I let go of him and walk back over to the table, sitting down and fiddling with the sleeves of the jacket until he turns around and joins me at the table. "Is that mine?" He asks, gesturing to the jacket and I smile as I nod and say "Yeah but I'm thinking maybe it's gonna be mine now cause it's really comfy." "You're stealing my jacket?" He asks playfully and I smirk as I pick up my coffee cup. "Well stealing is such an ugly word, maybe we'll say I'm....well yeah I guess stealing it." Frank lets out a laugh as he shakes his head at me and we both start to eat.

After breakfast Frank tells me he has to go to work and I sit on the couch in his living room and watch tv while he showers and gets ready, declining his offer to join him in the shower. Once he's ready he comes back out and we leave the apartment together and I decide to walk him to work. We start the fifteen minute walk together in silence, neither of us really knowing what to say but after two blocks Frank speaks up. "Ok I can't take the silence it's becoming awkward and I don't like that with you." I look over at him and he smiles softly and says "Tell me about school, what are you working on at the moment?" And we spend the rest of the walk talking about my classes and the painting I'm having trouble with. By the time we get to the music store where Frank works our hands are linked together and I'm not sure which one of us initiated it or how long we've been doing it, the action just feeling so natural and Frank turns to face me, his hand still holding mine as he says "I'm so proud of you for getting in and coming here by the way, I always knew you could do it." I feel my face blush a little as I glance down at my feet and mumble out "Thanks Frankie." We share a goodbye hug before Frank reluctantly goes inside the store and I hail a cab, too lazy to walk back to campus and once I'm in the cab I realise I'm still wearing Franks jacket. When I get back to my room I collapse on the bed, deciding to lay down and have a serious think about what I'm doing before my class later but I find myself distracted by digging my hands in Franks pockets and seeing what's in them. I end up finding a twenty dollar bill and a few receipts and I think it's nothing of interest until I notice something written on the back of one of the receipts and when I look at it properly it's a phone number with the name Sam written under it with a smiley face drawn beside. I flip the receipt over and see that the date printed at the top is only two days ago which means Frank got someone else's phone number in the time he said he was interested in me but wasn't contacting me. I slip all my findings back into the pocket before taking the jacket off and hanging it on the hook by the door, not wanting to wear it anymore and planning on returning it as soon as possible, feeling upset and confused about whether he's serious about me or not and if I can trust him and that's when it hits me that I'm in love with him and I think I wanted to be with him again.

Notes

So is Frank fucking around again or is it something innocent?