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Radio Man

010

Frank’s in the shopping mall. Because he needs new CD’s. badly. All of his older ones are scratched and he doesn’t like that because it skips. And people who listen to skipping CD’s are idiots in Frank’s mind. How can you dance to a skipping song? You’d look like a complete arse. You’d be dancing then do a weird skip move and dance. Skip. Dance. Skip. Skip. Dance. Dance. Dance. Skip.

Stupid.

As he walks into the music store, Britney Spears pierces his ears. Womanizer. And yeah ok so maybe Frank knows a few words to this song. That’s, that’s ok. It’s manly.

Womanizer, Womanizer, oh you’re a Womanizer, y-you you are,” Frank hums the rest because maybe he doesn’t know the exact words to the song.

Frank’s eyes scan the aisles. Pop. Urban. R&B. Metal/Rock. Cute dick head. Punk. Classica- wait. What.

Frank looks back and yes. It is indeed cute dickhead. And because Frank is oh so manly, he makes a squeaking noise with his throat. And why? Why? He doesn’t know why. It’s just a person. A person who has kind of swamped his mind since he first saw him. nothing special.

But then cute dickhead steps back and bumps into Frank. fuck me, why me? Am I fucking magne- oh fuck those eyes.

“Shit sorr- hey! You? Don’t I keep running into you?”

“Ha, yeah you do. Kind of,” Frank shuffles his feet a little and smiles at cute dickhead.

“Well. Umm. What. What are you uhh. Doing?” Frank has to laugh because that is just too. Too cute.

“I’m umm. Shopping for CD’s believe it or not,” this time cute dickhead laughs and wow.

Frank can feel something in between his legs have a small spasm. Oh shit. That’s right. It’s his dick.

“Ha, I believe you. Just though,” and he smiles and there goes that twitch again.

“ha. Umm. Seeing as I keep bumping into you, could I ummm. Could I grab a name off of you? Just. Just to get rid of the nickname I have for you?” Frank blushes because he can’t believe he seriously just asked that.

“you have a nickname for me?” cute dickhead smirks and juts his hip out a little and please don’t get hard. Please don’t get hard. Oh fuck don’t get hard now.

“Uhh. Ha. Yeah. Seeing as you kept bumping into me and all,”

“oh. Well one could argue that you were bumping into me,”

“Ah no, no no. you know it was you,” are we flirting?

“Ok ok. I admit it. But may I ask what my nickname was?”

fuck.

“c- ummm. I don’t mean anything by it. But ummm. It’s di. Ha. Uhh. Dickhead,” Frank spits it out and immiediately feels terrible. But cute dickhead just laughs.

“Nice. I guess I deserve that one. Well, my na- shit, hang on, sorry,” Frank inwardly groans as cute dickheads phone starts ringing.

Frank just smiles and stands there. Waiting.

“Michael! No don’t do any- no I wont not call you your full name. Because. Fuck Mikes. No. Ok ok, hang on,” Frank turns his direction back to cute dickhead as he feels his finger gently poking him.

“yes?” frank asks quietly, smiling a little.

“umm, I’m really sorry but I’ve gotta go. My brother is in need of my assistance. But knowing me, I will bump into you soon,”

And with that. He’s gone. Frank doesn’t even get to function long enough to realise that he’s gone.

fuck. Shit. NOO!
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Sorry for the delay. I have sat down this afternoon and written a chapter for almost EVERY story i have on here. so you guys are fuckin LUCKY! took me AGES. hahaha.

so here is Radio Man.

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xxx jess