I've Been Here All Along
Chapter 9
Frank's PoV
Olivia had fallen asleep in my arms after she cried. Her tears and snot stained my shirt a darker black but, I didn't care. After what I had just heard about her, I thought she deserved a break. But, how did I not know about her sister. As a guardian angel we are supposed to know everything about who we are protecting. Maybe it's because she tried to hide it for so long that, I didn't see it.
Her breathing had returned to normal but, she was still clutching onto my shirt like if she let go, she would die. Maybe she felt like I would leave her now knowing how her past had greatly affected her. I would never leave and for one, I don't know any kind of dick who would do that and for two, I secretly hope she never finds love because sitting here like this, is all I ever want.
I rocked her back and forth, humming a light melody to help her sleep better. I knew I had to take her to the hospital, while visiting hours were still open. But I couldn't get the strength to wake her. She looked so peaceful despite the dry tears on her face. I carefully and quietly slipped my hand under Olivia's knees and wrapped my other arm around her back, holding her steady against me. I walked swiftly into the kitchen and set her coffee on the counter, saving it for later. I then proceeded to her room, which was right across the stairs.
The grainy wood sometimes squeaked under both of our weights but Olivia never woke. She stirred in her sleep when it happened I just shushed her and told her everything was going to be alright and she fell back asleep. It felt good to have her in my arms, it felt.... Right. I knew the rules and I was breaking them. I could die. But seeing Olivia now, in my arms I thought.
'It'd be worth it.' I smiled as I kicked open the door to her bedroom.
Band posters littered the walls and made the true color of the walls only show in cracks among the posters. Most of them were black but there was the occasional white stark of the paper that she drew on. Most of her drawings that she hung up by her bed were of me and I didn't find it weird, like I know most people would. I found it quite flattering.
Her black sheets were casually tucked into the corners and I used my grace to pull them out neatly to give her a place to lay. I gently laid her on her red bed sheet and tucked her in. She shifted and looked like she was searching for something in the bed.
"Frankie?" She asked, her voice hoarse but light. She turned around to face me in the darkness. The only light was coming from the afternoon sun setting that set a shot of light into the doorway.
"Yes?' I whispered. Hoping she would fall back asleep if I was quiet. She sat up a little and I could see her tousled hair. I was all over the place from rubbing her head on my chest the whole time.
"Please don't leave." She said sitting up a little more. I smirked and shook my head at her tired words.
"I'm not going to leave." I said taking off my shoes and shrugging off my black jacket. I had a red shirt underneath, hoping to match Olivia in some way. I set them neatly by the door and took a spot on the floor, right where she could see me.
"Frank. Please lay with me," She said in a pained voice. My eyes widened as she lifted up the blankets to reveal her legging clad legs. I've never laid in bed with the person I was protecting. The Man didn't tells us if we could or couldn't. "Please?" She said holding up the blankets up higher. I sighed and stood up slipping my jean clad legs next to hers.
The warmth under the covers was unbelieveable. She tentatively wrapped her arms around my middle and laid her head on my chest gently. I sighed at the comfort she provided. We fit together perfectly, it was almost like we were meant to find each other. I shook my head and cursed myself for the stupid idea.
We both relaxed and I put my arms around her, stroking her back and hair. She rubbed her head on my chest before slipping off into a deep sleep. I was doing something completely wrong. I was falling in love. Angel's aren't supposed to fall in love with humans.
Olivia's PoV
He was laying in bed with me. He was in bed with me. He made everything feel so warm and fuzzy inside me. It was like I was filled with a fuzzy blanket right now. I don't know what was happening. But, I didn't care at this moment. I was just happy to be here.
I woke up to Frank shaking me. The dreams he stirred me from were filled with him. Us in the summer tome, winter, spring. Just loving each other. It was probably never going to happen because I didn't know if angel's could love humans. But I loved him.
"We have to go to the hospital. Your dad texted and said you could come now." Frank said holding up my phone.
"What time is it?" I said reluctantly getting up from his warm body. His long arm dropped from around my waist with what felt like reluctance but I didn't know for sure. He looked up at me with his sparkling hazel eyes. He had a smile set across his face as he looked at my phone.
"3:15. You know your followers have some interesting ideas about me." Frank said scrolling on my phone.
"Frank no!" I said trying to grab my phone from his hands. I posted my art of Frank on Tumblr to see what kind of reaction I would get and people have been requesting to draw Frank doing different things.
"Let's see. This one says: 'Draw Random Dream Guy as an ultimate drug lord.' Well then," He said scrolling through more requests. He stopped at one of them and a blush spread out on his cheeks. "This one says: ' Draw Random Dream Guy... Fucking you over a table.' Well then. Your people are interesting, Olivia." He said turning my phone off handing it to me.
"Yeah sorry about that." I said taking my phone from his strong hands. The truth is I had drawn it but hadn't posted it yet and I was a little thankful for that fact now. I wasn't going to say that I didn't cause he would know I was lying but I definitely wasn't to say that I did. That'd be embarrassing.
"So where are they?" Frank asked with a smirk in his face.
"Where are what?" I asked playing dumb. I know what he was talking about. He wanted to see the drawing that I did of him and I did a lot.
"They're in your bag. Because your sketchbook is in your bag." He said throwing the blankets off, rushing out of the room as fast as he could in with slippery red socks. I struggled to get the sheet off of me but they seemed to be stuck.
"Frank!" I yelled in a playful/annoyed manner. He was holding the sheets against me so I couldn't leave. Damn him and his angel powers. He let me go and I ran down the stairs only slipping once on the wood. He was going through my sketchbook nodding and making a satisfied face.
"Get ready. We're leaving." He said pointing to my shoes that were by the door. He was still flipping through my sketchbook until he found what he was looking for. Of course I wasn't smart and didn't spread my nasty drawings out so they were literally all one after the other. Damn my stupidity.
I grumbled and grabbed my shoes going to sit on the couch, away from where he could see me. The blush on my cheeks would be visible from literally a mile away. He had to have hit the pages by now and I peeked my head around the corner to see his expression. He had a light blush on his face and he was staring at one of the pictures in particular. I could tell by the shading and the caption which one it was. It was the one where I was giving him a blowjob.
"I'll be in the car." I said quickly walking out the door with a blush and a smile. It didn't take long before Frank was out the door and right behind me. He held the sketchbook firmly in his hand, still flipping through the pages. He set the book on the dash across from him and got into the car.
"You know, those were actually really good." He said starting up the car. The smirk on his face was evident as he baked out of the driveway.
"Yeah sorry about those. I just get carried away sometimes." I said looking out of the window as the trees past. We were going opposite of the school, towards the city instead.
"I liked them." He said with a smile in his voice. I could just tell he was smiling. That phrase made my stomach do turns over and over again.
I was falling in love... With an Angel!
Olivia had fallen asleep in my arms after she cried. Her tears and snot stained my shirt a darker black but, I didn't care. After what I had just heard about her, I thought she deserved a break. But, how did I not know about her sister. As a guardian angel we are supposed to know everything about who we are protecting. Maybe it's because she tried to hide it for so long that, I didn't see it.
Her breathing had returned to normal but, she was still clutching onto my shirt like if she let go, she would die. Maybe she felt like I would leave her now knowing how her past had greatly affected her. I would never leave and for one, I don't know any kind of dick who would do that and for two, I secretly hope she never finds love because sitting here like this, is all I ever want.
I rocked her back and forth, humming a light melody to help her sleep better. I knew I had to take her to the hospital, while visiting hours were still open. But I couldn't get the strength to wake her. She looked so peaceful despite the dry tears on her face. I carefully and quietly slipped my hand under Olivia's knees and wrapped my other arm around her back, holding her steady against me. I walked swiftly into the kitchen and set her coffee on the counter, saving it for later. I then proceeded to her room, which was right across the stairs.
The grainy wood sometimes squeaked under both of our weights but Olivia never woke. She stirred in her sleep when it happened I just shushed her and told her everything was going to be alright and she fell back asleep. It felt good to have her in my arms, it felt.... Right. I knew the rules and I was breaking them. I could die. But seeing Olivia now, in my arms I thought.
'It'd be worth it.' I smiled as I kicked open the door to her bedroom.
Band posters littered the walls and made the true color of the walls only show in cracks among the posters. Most of them were black but there was the occasional white stark of the paper that she drew on. Most of her drawings that she hung up by her bed were of me and I didn't find it weird, like I know most people would. I found it quite flattering.
Her black sheets were casually tucked into the corners and I used my grace to pull them out neatly to give her a place to lay. I gently laid her on her red bed sheet and tucked her in. She shifted and looked like she was searching for something in the bed.
"Frankie?" She asked, her voice hoarse but light. She turned around to face me in the darkness. The only light was coming from the afternoon sun setting that set a shot of light into the doorway.
"Yes?' I whispered. Hoping she would fall back asleep if I was quiet. She sat up a little and I could see her tousled hair. I was all over the place from rubbing her head on my chest the whole time.
"Please don't leave." She said sitting up a little more. I smirked and shook my head at her tired words.
"I'm not going to leave." I said taking off my shoes and shrugging off my black jacket. I had a red shirt underneath, hoping to match Olivia in some way. I set them neatly by the door and took a spot on the floor, right where she could see me.
"Frank. Please lay with me," She said in a pained voice. My eyes widened as she lifted up the blankets to reveal her legging clad legs. I've never laid in bed with the person I was protecting. The Man didn't tells us if we could or couldn't. "Please?" She said holding up the blankets up higher. I sighed and stood up slipping my jean clad legs next to hers.
The warmth under the covers was unbelieveable. She tentatively wrapped her arms around my middle and laid her head on my chest gently. I sighed at the comfort she provided. We fit together perfectly, it was almost like we were meant to find each other. I shook my head and cursed myself for the stupid idea.
We both relaxed and I put my arms around her, stroking her back and hair. She rubbed her head on my chest before slipping off into a deep sleep. I was doing something completely wrong. I was falling in love. Angel's aren't supposed to fall in love with humans.
Olivia's PoV
He was laying in bed with me. He was in bed with me. He made everything feel so warm and fuzzy inside me. It was like I was filled with a fuzzy blanket right now. I don't know what was happening. But, I didn't care at this moment. I was just happy to be here.
I woke up to Frank shaking me. The dreams he stirred me from were filled with him. Us in the summer tome, winter, spring. Just loving each other. It was probably never going to happen because I didn't know if angel's could love humans. But I loved him.
"We have to go to the hospital. Your dad texted and said you could come now." Frank said holding up my phone.
"What time is it?" I said reluctantly getting up from his warm body. His long arm dropped from around my waist with what felt like reluctance but I didn't know for sure. He looked up at me with his sparkling hazel eyes. He had a smile set across his face as he looked at my phone.
"3:15. You know your followers have some interesting ideas about me." Frank said scrolling on my phone.
"Frank no!" I said trying to grab my phone from his hands. I posted my art of Frank on Tumblr to see what kind of reaction I would get and people have been requesting to draw Frank doing different things.
"Let's see. This one says: 'Draw Random Dream Guy as an ultimate drug lord.' Well then," He said scrolling through more requests. He stopped at one of them and a blush spread out on his cheeks. "This one says: ' Draw Random Dream Guy... Fucking you over a table.' Well then. Your people are interesting, Olivia." He said turning my phone off handing it to me.
"Yeah sorry about that." I said taking my phone from his strong hands. The truth is I had drawn it but hadn't posted it yet and I was a little thankful for that fact now. I wasn't going to say that I didn't cause he would know I was lying but I definitely wasn't to say that I did. That'd be embarrassing.
"So where are they?" Frank asked with a smirk in his face.
"Where are what?" I asked playing dumb. I know what he was talking about. He wanted to see the drawing that I did of him and I did a lot.
"They're in your bag. Because your sketchbook is in your bag." He said throwing the blankets off, rushing out of the room as fast as he could in with slippery red socks. I struggled to get the sheet off of me but they seemed to be stuck.
"Frank!" I yelled in a playful/annoyed manner. He was holding the sheets against me so I couldn't leave. Damn him and his angel powers. He let me go and I ran down the stairs only slipping once on the wood. He was going through my sketchbook nodding and making a satisfied face.
"Get ready. We're leaving." He said pointing to my shoes that were by the door. He was still flipping through my sketchbook until he found what he was looking for. Of course I wasn't smart and didn't spread my nasty drawings out so they were literally all one after the other. Damn my stupidity.
I grumbled and grabbed my shoes going to sit on the couch, away from where he could see me. The blush on my cheeks would be visible from literally a mile away. He had to have hit the pages by now and I peeked my head around the corner to see his expression. He had a light blush on his face and he was staring at one of the pictures in particular. I could tell by the shading and the caption which one it was. It was the one where I was giving him a blowjob.
"I'll be in the car." I said quickly walking out the door with a blush and a smile. It didn't take long before Frank was out the door and right behind me. He held the sketchbook firmly in his hand, still flipping through the pages. He set the book on the dash across from him and got into the car.
"You know, those were actually really good." He said starting up the car. The smirk on his face was evident as he baked out of the driveway.
"Yeah sorry about those. I just get carried away sometimes." I said looking out of the window as the trees past. We were going opposite of the school, towards the city instead.
"I liked them." He said with a smile in his voice. I could just tell he was smiling. That phrase made my stomach do turns over and over again.
I was falling in love... With an Angel!
@The pink flamingos return
lol that's Frankie for ya
6/29/17