Frank ripped open a box and went through it, searching for clothes and.

“I found you a clean outfit to wear!” He yelled from the living room. I looked out towards him and looked towards what he was holding. I haven’t worn it in years. I practically lived in that shirt and those jeans back in bullets. “Yes or no?” He asked. I nodded my head and took the clothes from him. He gave me a box full of jackets and shoes and underwear with the outfit. “Go do your thing. I’ll be in the kitchen.”

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After I took a shower, I got dressed and walked into the kitchen, where Frank had made pancakes and another cup of coffee for me. He sat across the table, with a stack of pancakes in front of him with his mug in his hand as he read some magazine, probably Kerrang or Rocksound.

“Hey Frank.” I said looking up towards him.

“Hey. Coffee good?”

“Yeah. Thank you. Why did you stay? Aren’t you still with Jamia?”

“When you were all fucked up I told you that she left me. I shouldn’t have expected you to remember that. Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” I replied. “I was wondering what we were doing today?”

“Well, either we’re unpacking your apartment,” He stated. “Or we’re packing your stuff and moving you into my place.”

My jaw dropped. “What?” I stared at him. “You came back into my life last night and I’m already being invited to move in?”

“Yeah. You need somewhere to stay so that you don’t have to worry about rent or getting lonely.” He looked back at me. “Is that a yes?”

“Of course. This place is a dump, and Lindsey shouldn’t be paying for me.” I responded. “Thank you so much.”

“Let’s get to work.”

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We spent 6 hours packing and getting rid of bottles and throwing things away. At 8pm, Frank loaded up his car with half the boxes and helped me load my car with the other half. We drove my boxes down to his house, where we decided to rest and have Ray help us get the furniture in the morning.

“You can wear these.” Frank said, throwing skeleton pajamas towards me.

“Are these—?”

“Yeah. Ray found ‘em in a box somewhere in his house last year and he gave them to me. I thought you’d be surprised.”

“They smell like Ray’s basement though.” I added, laughing at the thought of him finding my old pajamas in his basement.

“You’re fine with sharing a bed? Or should I sleep on the couch?

“Frank, we’ve had sex before. Why would I not want to share a bed with you?”

“You’re going through withdrawals and if you try anything I’ll probably take advantage of it!”

“All the more reasons to share a bed, Frank.” I smirked, pulling him towards the bedroom.

Notes

Sorry, this is just a filler chapter.
Chapter title from "Burn Bright"
Next chapter is going to have a lot of smut. I promise.
It's halfway done so you guys should see it up soon