It's Classy, Not Classic.

Waking up to find myself alone in bed was not how I expected to wake up on this particular morning, having fallen asleep next to Frank and all. Instead of waking up to Frank, I awoke to a note from Frank himself on my end table. My gaze was locked over to the side from my laying form, looking up at the corner of the folded note that was over the edge of the night table, Frank's name probably scribbled on the top. I lay there for a few minutes, staring at it for no reason when I could be reading it, but instead of reading it now, I decided otherwise. I was still half asleep, afterall, and it'd be nice to be fully concious and aware when I read something. So, instead of reading over that note, I crawled out of bed like a zombie and drudged out of my room, down the hall and into the washroom to have a shower. Even after having had the shower, though, after drying my hair and doing it, I was still reluctant to read Franks excuse to leaving me. Now, I know it must sound absurd, but I was slightly upset in the fact I couldn't wake up to find Frank laying beside me, maybe an arm around my waist, or even his big hazel eyes watching me sleep. Then again, I'm a hormonal teenager, full of angst. I shouldn't really be upset, but I couldn't help but feel slightly upset about it.
I tugged on a pair of black skinnies, hopping on one foot at a time while I pulled the pant legs onto my legs, successfully getting them on and standing there, doing up the jeans then slipping a bright yellow belt through the loops and buckling that. All the while, I eyed the note hesitantly, slightly tempted to read it. I gave in, quickly pulling on a white tee shirt and grabbing a purple hoodie, pulling that on, then snatching the note from my end table and plopping down on the edge of my matress. Franks name was indeed scribbled onto the top of it, and I unfolded it quickly, my eyes hungry for the words he may have written.
Left early, just incase your dad wakes up and comes into your bedroom. Wouldn't want him finding me in there with you, you know? Gonna get ready for school at my place, then I'll be over to pick you up, babe.
It was actually good thinking to do that, I suppose, because what if my father did come in to check on me before leaving for work? If he found Frank in bed with me, shirtless especially, that would call for a very awkward conversation when he would get home tonight, wouldn't it? God knows I need another awkward conversation with my father, I've been through too many to count. Even about Frank, and that hickey he'd given me. Yeah, I definitely don't need another uncomfortable topic to discuss with my father.
I folded the note back up and gave a small sigh for no specific reason, tossing the piece of paper back onto my end table and glancing around the floor. Another sigh made its way from my lips as I crawled off of the matress and gathered up my books, shoving them into my open back pack messily before zipping it up carelessly. I pulled on my hightops, tying them up before I got to my feet, grabbing the strap of the bag and slinging it over my shoulder, walking out of my bedroom. I dropped my bag near the front door before shuffling down the hall into the kitchen and getting a poptart from the half empty box it was put in, leaning back on the counter and picking pieces off and eating them. I was slightly spooked when I heard the front door open and I suddenly felt a small sense of panic -- that is, until Frank popped up in the doorway to the kitchen, a relieved sigh falling from my lips. He shot me a crooked smile, and one corner of my mouth curled up weakly back at him. He shuffled over, stopping infront of me and holding onto the edge of the counter on either side of me, smiling at me. "Can I have some?" He inquired innocently, and I rolled my eyes at his attempt to sound cute -- because even if he didn't try, he would have sounded endearing anyway. I held my half eaten poptart up, offering for him to take a piece off, but instead he just bit down on it and took a bite, making me giggle accidentally. "Yum." He murmured as he chewed on the piece he bit off, smiling down at me some more.
"Alright, time for school." I announced randomly after Frank stole the last tiny piece of my poptart. He gave a groan and made a whining noise, his arms wrapping around my waist and his face burying into my neck. I giggled softly and pushed at his chest to get him away, "Time for school, Frank." I urged him and he groaned, shifting his head and groaning into my shoulder. "My god, what are you? Five years old?"
"Yes." He answered, his words coming out as mumbles, muffled by my shoulder, and I couldn't help but giggle again and roll my eyes playfully at his immature response.
I somehow managed to drag Frank out of the house, grabbing my bag on the way out, locking the door and pulling him across the lawn, while he giggled lowly at me because he was completely amused. He'd occasionally tug me back into him on my way out, since I was dragging him out of the house by his hand, just to frustrate me. It actually took quite a bit of force, because I really was dragging him out of the house. He was putting up some sort of fight. He enjoys being difficult, apparently. Man, I really know how to choose 'em.
"There's another party tonight," Frank started once we were parked in the school parking lot -- we had a fifteen minutes to spare before we had to be to class. He smiled over at me innocently and my gaze automatically turned to look back at him, no matter how reluctant I was to know what he was thinking.
"You're going to drag me to another party? Really?" I whined obnoxiously and he gave a chuckle, reassuring me that it'll be fun. Not if I get drunk, which'll probably happen again -- since I need to learn how to 'live'. Hangover's definitely aren't one of my favourite things, far from. "Let's not talk about this now, alright? Can we just get this day over with?" I sighed exaggeratedly and he mimiced my sigh back at me, making me squint at him but only getting a low giggle from him before he slipped out of the car. I grabbed my bag and stepped out of the car as well, and by the time I'd shut the door Frank already had his bag slung over his shoulder, his hand already grabbing mine and pulling me along with him. "You don't think people are going to be all... mean to me... right?" I inquired quietly and he scoffed slightly.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" He laughed in disbelief, stopping and turning to me in the middle of the parking lot, staring down at me in wonder, eyebrows furrowed.
"Frank, I'm at the very bottom of the highschool food chain, and let's be honest, you're at the top -- you're a senior, afterall." I pointed out to him, and his crazy expression never left his face while he stared down at me.
He laughed randomly a moment later, tapping my head with his index finger lightly, smirking, "You've lost it." He snickered to me, and my jaw dropped in objection, but I had no time for words of objection to come out before I was being pulled along again toward the entrance of the school, Frank laughing at the supposed absurdity of my thoughts. And once we got inside and to English class, shuffling toward the back of the room to our seats, that brown haired boy with the black fingernails and two of the other kids he was sitting with eyed Frank and I oddly. Franks hand still tightly clasped around mine. I sat down in the seat in the corner once we got to the back, my movements almost urgent, and Frank noticed and gave a small laugh at me. I dropped my bag beside me seat, slumping down in my seat while Frank crossed his arms and leaned over on his desk, smirking his usual smirk like he does. "You really have lost your mind."
"No, it's not me thats lost my mind -- it's you." I squeaked in defense, making a wild gesture to him and getting another laugh from him, "You're the one that has to make everything worse and embarass me!"
"I've never embarassed you." He objected, eyebrows furrowing, and I rolled my eyes because how could he even forget yesterday? I squinted my eyes at him, a narrowed glare piercing him, and all I got was an innocent expression in return -- that is, before he caught on and he cracked out into a bright smile. So fucking peachy, theres got to be something wrong with this boy. I can honestly say that never have I ever met a person quite like him before. Where do they even fucking make people like him?