Pills don't help but it sure is funny

frank sat down on my bed crossing his legs, he looked down to his lap the entire time, like a nervous child.

"Are you okey?" I asked sitting next to him, he just nod and look at my hand, slowly grabbing it. He just held my hand, his soft skin meeting my cold skin. It was a weird moment but Frank didn't let go.

"What happened Frank" I say stroking his soft hand, he avoided eyecontact. A deep sigh.

"I ran away from Kit" he said and took a deep breath.

A long silence

"Do you want the truth?" Frank whispered, I felt my heart
sink. Frank shrugs, "last night I slept with someone, it was a one night thing but yeah its much better letting it out" Frank said in a slightly annoyed tone.

I felt angry and betrayed, "why?" I hiss standing up. Frank kept looking down "wait was it Kit?" i ask. Frank shook his head.

"So after our fight you just walked away
and fucked a stranger" I yell, how could he do that?.

"He isn't a stranger" Frank yells back finally making eye contact. Looking into his sad brown eyes made me calm down.

"Well Frank.. I also... Need to tell you something"
I whisper, scratching my head, "I actually also slept with someone."

Frank actually smiled.
"So are you and the dude dating now?" I say under my breath, trying not to sound dissapointed.

"He hates me now, I guess Im not great at sex" Frank
giggles, I didnt really like that. But I decided that I'd just play along.

"Who did you sleep with" Frank asked with a slight smirk. "Oh just some dude no one you'd know" I lie.

He seemed okey with the answer, so I just nod and stand there a few seconds studying Frank's bruised neck and arms. His dirty knees and smudged eyeliner.

"You need a shower" Frank looked up and smiled but he quickly stopped. "I don't have any clean clothes" he whispered. "That's okey you might as well just walk in your boxers and one of my shirts, you wear pretty long boxers anyways." I look through my closet and find a clean plain black shirt.

"Bob has my clothes" Frank says lifting the black shirt up and studying it. "I really should call him" Frank says and picks up his phone and types a number.

While he was waiting I cleaned up my desk, it had the note Frank had written his number on it made me smile a little. It's so weird having Frank on my bed in my room, it made me feel happy and comfortable.

"Bob's not picking up the call.." Frank says in a worried tone. "He always picks up the phone when I call.."

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