I'd Rather Not Miss Out On Us
Chapter 14
I CHAPTER 14
Time Lapse
*One month later*
*Jess’s POV*
The past month has been a whirlwind of emotion. Frankie and I are doing well. The distant has been a lot harder than I thought it would be. We talked on the phone for at least an hour every night, except one night, when he fell asleep, and I was awoken to a million apologetic text messages. He’s so cute. And so perfect. We send each other selfies, and I’ve gotten so many pictures of his kids. He’s put it on speaker, and cherry told me I sound pretty. Their approval so far means so much to me.
Frank told me he told Jamia he was seeing someone. Apparently, she’s been trying to flirt with him and stuff again. She must be jealous. It’s pathetic. Just another reason the move needs to hurry up.
OH. Frank decided he’s moving. And I’m moving in with B until I can find a place for myself. The idea of me and Frank living together hasn’t come up at all. I think we both know it’s not a good idea. We’ve already skipped a few steps with our relationship, and now we’re trying to slow things down so we don’t fuck anything up.
Speaking of our relationship, we don’t have a title. I tell my friends we’re “talking” and he used the term “seeing someone”. So, I guess that’s what we are. Which is good enough for me. I don’t care what I call him, as long as I can call him mine.
I’m all packed up. Right now, all I need is things for my room. It’ll probably take a few months to be able to afford a place on my own in The City of Angels. I load the car up, and kiss my mom goodbye. I’m in Dalton’s car. I sold mine, and I have one lined up to pay for and pick up in LA. I run by and pick up the beautiful blonde haired boy. I remember having such a crush on Dalton, then I got to know him, and realized he’s awesome. But awesomely gay. I was heartbroken for maybe two days. He hops in the car. We have a horribly long drive ahead of us. Dalton is going to stay in LA for a few days and drive his car back home. He hasn’t seen B since we left LA last month. Dalton wants to move back to LA, but his mom would be lost without him, and she loves Texas too much. If him and B get any more serious, he’s going to move.
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The road trip seems to take forever. Frank got to LA yesterday, and the moving truck got there today, so after I unload the car at B’s, Dalton, B, and I are going to help Frank unload. I thought it’d be nice help for him. He said he doesn’t like hiring strangers. B and Dalton are strangers to him, but it’s different. I hope. I’m going to ask Frank to make sure it’s okay.
I grab my phone.
I’ll be at B’s in 5. Want us 3 to help come unload the truck? They’re cool. Promise.
He text back.
That’d be awesome, actually. See you soon, babe. I’m so excited. XOfrnk.
The XO at the end always makes me smile. And he’s excited to see me. Oh god. The most painful month of my life is almost over.
We pull into B’s complex, I jump out, calling to B to get his ass here. We get all my stuff in one trip, us each with 2 boxes. I dump them in my new room. I owe B so much. I’m helping with bills, but still. I’m his first roommate. He’s a model. He can afford anything pretty much.
B opens his arms out to me “roooooooomie!”
Oh, lord.
“Stop, B.” I say as I hug him. I release him quickly and push him towards his boyfriend.
“You have 5 minutes, Dalt. I have a man to see, myself.”
I give them a few minutes to be all fluffy and we pack in the car again. This time, Dalt sits in the back with B. They cuddle and it makes me want to get to Frank faster. Frank texted me the address the other day, and put in maps. We drive through Hollywood, and pull into a gated neighborhood. My phone tells me I have arrived, “your destination is on the left”.
I look to the left. Holy shit. My eyes widen.
I forget Frank has money. He was part of the biggest band in rock history for 11 years. Of course he’s loaded. I jump out of my daze when I realize my Frankie is in that house. My hands twitch and I text Frank we’re here. I park. Tell the guys and as I get out, I see the front door open.
There he is. My Frankie.
He looks the same, but his hair is slightly grown out. His eyes sparkle and his lips curl up into a smile. I cheese at him, and I can’t help it. I book it, running towards him and before I know it, I’m wrapped around his body my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist. He holds me for what feels like hours while I try to convince myself that he’s real. We’ll never have to be apart again. I pull my face out of his neck and we both lean into the kiss.
It’s like we’ve never been kissed. It’s sloppy, passionate, lustful, but sweet and delicate. It’s the best kiss of my life.
We release after we hear someone cough behind us. Fuck you, guys.
I gently release my death grip on Frank and kiss him one last time, I’m going to have a moment with him. I don’t care about Dalt and B.
Frank pecks my lips. “I’ve missed you.” He kisses me again. “So fucking much.” He mumbles.
I just hum in reply. I know he knows I’ve missed him. He kisses my forehead and I finally turn around, grab Franks hand and gesture the guys towards. I see Dalton’s cheeks turn red. He’s so nervous. It’s hilarious. B, on the other hand, has already met so many people he loves, he no longer gets nervous. Dalton hasn’t had that pleasure yet.
Frank speaks first, “Hey, I’m Frank.” And holds his hand out to Dalton, which he actually shakes despite his obvious panic mode. Dalton’s face calms down. And he finally speaks.
“I’m Dalton. Jess’s best friend. I.. I’m sorry this is so weird. I’m meeting you, part of the reason I play guitar, by the way, but I’m meeting you as my best friends boyfriend. God, this world is fucking weird.”
Frank and I just laugh. I can see how this is so weird.
“Yeah, that’s understandable. It’s nice to meet you though.” Frank says in reply before moving to face B.
“You must be B. Hey.” He holds out his hand and B shakes it.
“It’s really cool to meet you. You’re great, man.” B replies.
“Thanks, man. That means a lot.”
This is going so well. I’m so happy.
Frank then gestures towards the front door, and we all walk in. Frank stops me in the entrance way, “Make yourself at home, guys. I want a minute with Jess if you don’t mind.” The boys nod and walk into what looks like the living room. The house isn’t anything special on the inside. It’s modern and simple. The cream colored walls are gloss. And the floors look brand new, Hardwood.
I’m pulled out of my thoughts by being pulled into Frank’s arm. His nose is nuzzled into my hair, and he’s breathing deeply. One of my hands fall into the small of his back, and the other goes up into his hair. We stand there for a minute, letting our hands roam, missing each others touch. He pulls my face up by my chin and plants a soft kiss to my lips. Our bodies are pressed against each other as he rest his forehead on mine.
“I’ve missed you so much, so fucking much.” He sighs. His voice is low.
“I’ve missed you too, baby.” I hum. I’m so happy. Nothing could ruin my mood.
“Your skin.” He runs his hand up my side, pulling the shirt up with him and then moving his hand to my cheek. “Your blush.” He runs his thumb over my cheek, making me blush. He chuckles. Oh, how I’ve missed that chuckle.
“Your lips.” He kisses me softly.
“Mmmm, baby?” I say.
“Yeah?” He looks at me, his eyes soft.
“Can I spend the night tonight?”
He laughs, and kisses my nose. “I was gonna ask you that same question. Y’know, there’s others things I’ve missed. I just wanted to keep this innocent.”
His smirk lights up his face. Damn him.
Time Lapse
*One month later*
*Jess’s POV*
The past month has been a whirlwind of emotion. Frankie and I are doing well. The distant has been a lot harder than I thought it would be. We talked on the phone for at least an hour every night, except one night, when he fell asleep, and I was awoken to a million apologetic text messages. He’s so cute. And so perfect. We send each other selfies, and I’ve gotten so many pictures of his kids. He’s put it on speaker, and cherry told me I sound pretty. Their approval so far means so much to me.
Frank told me he told Jamia he was seeing someone. Apparently, she’s been trying to flirt with him and stuff again. She must be jealous. It’s pathetic. Just another reason the move needs to hurry up.
OH. Frank decided he’s moving. And I’m moving in with B until I can find a place for myself. The idea of me and Frank living together hasn’t come up at all. I think we both know it’s not a good idea. We’ve already skipped a few steps with our relationship, and now we’re trying to slow things down so we don’t fuck anything up.
Speaking of our relationship, we don’t have a title. I tell my friends we’re “talking” and he used the term “seeing someone”. So, I guess that’s what we are. Which is good enough for me. I don’t care what I call him, as long as I can call him mine.
I’m all packed up. Right now, all I need is things for my room. It’ll probably take a few months to be able to afford a place on my own in The City of Angels. I load the car up, and kiss my mom goodbye. I’m in Dalton’s car. I sold mine, and I have one lined up to pay for and pick up in LA. I run by and pick up the beautiful blonde haired boy. I remember having such a crush on Dalton, then I got to know him, and realized he’s awesome. But awesomely gay. I was heartbroken for maybe two days. He hops in the car. We have a horribly long drive ahead of us. Dalton is going to stay in LA for a few days and drive his car back home. He hasn’t seen B since we left LA last month. Dalton wants to move back to LA, but his mom would be lost without him, and she loves Texas too much. If him and B get any more serious, he’s going to move.
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The road trip seems to take forever. Frank got to LA yesterday, and the moving truck got there today, so after I unload the car at B’s, Dalton, B, and I are going to help Frank unload. I thought it’d be nice help for him. He said he doesn’t like hiring strangers. B and Dalton are strangers to him, but it’s different. I hope. I’m going to ask Frank to make sure it’s okay.
I grab my phone.
I’ll be at B’s in 5. Want us 3 to help come unload the truck? They’re cool. Promise.
He text back.
That’d be awesome, actually. See you soon, babe. I’m so excited. XOfrnk.
The XO at the end always makes me smile. And he’s excited to see me. Oh god. The most painful month of my life is almost over.
We pull into B’s complex, I jump out, calling to B to get his ass here. We get all my stuff in one trip, us each with 2 boxes. I dump them in my new room. I owe B so much. I’m helping with bills, but still. I’m his first roommate. He’s a model. He can afford anything pretty much.
B opens his arms out to me “roooooooomie!”
Oh, lord.
“Stop, B.” I say as I hug him. I release him quickly and push him towards his boyfriend.
“You have 5 minutes, Dalt. I have a man to see, myself.”
I give them a few minutes to be all fluffy and we pack in the car again. This time, Dalt sits in the back with B. They cuddle and it makes me want to get to Frank faster. Frank texted me the address the other day, and put in maps. We drive through Hollywood, and pull into a gated neighborhood. My phone tells me I have arrived, “your destination is on the left”.
I look to the left. Holy shit. My eyes widen.
I forget Frank has money. He was part of the biggest band in rock history for 11 years. Of course he’s loaded. I jump out of my daze when I realize my Frankie is in that house. My hands twitch and I text Frank we’re here. I park. Tell the guys and as I get out, I see the front door open.
There he is. My Frankie.
He looks the same, but his hair is slightly grown out. His eyes sparkle and his lips curl up into a smile. I cheese at him, and I can’t help it. I book it, running towards him and before I know it, I’m wrapped around his body my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist. He holds me for what feels like hours while I try to convince myself that he’s real. We’ll never have to be apart again. I pull my face out of his neck and we both lean into the kiss.
It’s like we’ve never been kissed. It’s sloppy, passionate, lustful, but sweet and delicate. It’s the best kiss of my life.
We release after we hear someone cough behind us. Fuck you, guys.
I gently release my death grip on Frank and kiss him one last time, I’m going to have a moment with him. I don’t care about Dalt and B.
Frank pecks my lips. “I’ve missed you.” He kisses me again. “So fucking much.” He mumbles.
I just hum in reply. I know he knows I’ve missed him. He kisses my forehead and I finally turn around, grab Franks hand and gesture the guys towards. I see Dalton’s cheeks turn red. He’s so nervous. It’s hilarious. B, on the other hand, has already met so many people he loves, he no longer gets nervous. Dalton hasn’t had that pleasure yet.
Frank speaks first, “Hey, I’m Frank.” And holds his hand out to Dalton, which he actually shakes despite his obvious panic mode. Dalton’s face calms down. And he finally speaks.
“I’m Dalton. Jess’s best friend. I.. I’m sorry this is so weird. I’m meeting you, part of the reason I play guitar, by the way, but I’m meeting you as my best friends boyfriend. God, this world is fucking weird.”
Frank and I just laugh. I can see how this is so weird.
“Yeah, that’s understandable. It’s nice to meet you though.” Frank says in reply before moving to face B.
“You must be B. Hey.” He holds out his hand and B shakes it.
“It’s really cool to meet you. You’re great, man.” B replies.
“Thanks, man. That means a lot.”
This is going so well. I’m so happy.
Frank then gestures towards the front door, and we all walk in. Frank stops me in the entrance way, “Make yourself at home, guys. I want a minute with Jess if you don’t mind.” The boys nod and walk into what looks like the living room. The house isn’t anything special on the inside. It’s modern and simple. The cream colored walls are gloss. And the floors look brand new, Hardwood.
I’m pulled out of my thoughts by being pulled into Frank’s arm. His nose is nuzzled into my hair, and he’s breathing deeply. One of my hands fall into the small of his back, and the other goes up into his hair. We stand there for a minute, letting our hands roam, missing each others touch. He pulls my face up by my chin and plants a soft kiss to my lips. Our bodies are pressed against each other as he rest his forehead on mine.
“I’ve missed you so much, so fucking much.” He sighs. His voice is low.
“I’ve missed you too, baby.” I hum. I’m so happy. Nothing could ruin my mood.
“Your skin.” He runs his hand up my side, pulling the shirt up with him and then moving his hand to my cheek. “Your blush.” He runs his thumb over my cheek, making me blush. He chuckles. Oh, how I’ve missed that chuckle.
“Your lips.” He kisses me softly.
“Mmmm, baby?” I say.
“Yeah?” He looks at me, his eyes soft.
“Can I spend the night tonight?”
He laughs, and kisses my nose. “I was gonna ask you that same question. Y’know, there’s others things I’ve missed. I just wanted to keep this innocent.”
His smirk lights up his face. Damn him.
Notes
I didn't expect this chapter to be so long. It took me a few hours.
Sorry for the wait. I've been visiting with friends and stuff the past few days.
But anyways, thanks for reading! subscribe! comment! stay lovely!
Awesome story!
11/7/17