It's Classy, Not Classic.

Unfortunately, Frank was still allowing the incident to get under his skin, that much and so much more was obvious, because even though it was also evident he was trying to act like he wasn't bothered by it still, over the time I've spent with him I've acquired the ability to read him like a book. While it was easy to read him, though, other things about him were hard to figure out, like a mystery -- and thats what I secretly loved. Although I loved it, I still questioned why he was letting it bug him so much because in turn it was upsetting me and making me feel guilty, like I could have prevented it. Let's not forget, though, that Brandon is much stronger then me and he has a few good inches on me in height. This, of course, only led my determination to cheer him up worsen.
Walking to Frank where he was leaned back on the side of the hood of his car it was once again easy to tell he was thinking about something that was annoying him, but wether it be Brandon or not I didn't know. Evidently, I was getting sick of feeling bad, so in an attempt to take his mind off of whatever he was thinking, once I reached him I gave him a little more then meaningful kiss, which seemed to work well in getting his mind off of it. I'm also guessing he wasn't expecting it, considering the small noise of surprise that left him once I did press my lips up against his and wrapped my arms around his neck, which makes it much better. Spontaneity is good, and I know for a fact Frank likes things like that, taking into consideration he welcomed the kiss freely.
Once our lips seperated though, Frank flicked his cigarette to the ground and crushed it under his foot quickly, letting his hands rest low on my hips, "You seem happy." He stated, a curious vibe to his voice, eyes hinting wonder subtley.
I beamed, giving his lips a quick kiss, "Happy to see you." I giggled cheerfully and one of his eyebrows raised, a small laugh coming from him before he smiled a little.
"Well, alright. I'll take it." He chuckled and I rolled my eyes at him, smiling a little at him again.
"But, you know, I'm always happy to see you." I giggled again, giving him a quick eskimo kiss before I swiftly broke away and made my way around to the other side, laughing at him still sitting there, slightly stunned, before I slipped into the car. And when he slipped into the car I noticed his face was the lightest shade of pink, and I couldn't help but giggle at him.
A few minutes into driving home to his apartment, though, as he stopped at a red light he spoke, "Can you stop being so god damn attractive? It's getting on my nerves." I gave a confused face and turned my gaze over to him in question, "Two of Rae's little friends were pretty much undressing you with their eyes."
I laughed at his words, rolling my eyes but smiling because it was cute how he was being so protective, and even more cute how he seemed jealous. "Oh please, Frank, you and I both know you'll be the only one undressing me for real for a long time." I giggled, propping my elbow up on the arm rest and resting my jaw on my hand, smiling over at him and having him look back at me. He stared for a moment before he leaned in and gently pressed his lips against mine for a few seconds before he pulled back by a few inches. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the light turn green, and just as Frank was about to lean in again a moment later, a loud honk came from the car behind us and he jumped and quickly went back to driving, making me laugh at him. How did I manage to get Frank wrapped around my finger so easily?
Waking up, I found myself laying on my stomach. My eyes fluttered open to be met with afternoon light shining into the room through the window, Franks face seemingly inches away from mine, his arm draped over my waist limply, still sound asleep. My lips formed a small smile as I let my gaze stay on him for a few seconds, propping myself up onto my forearms, stroking one of my hands over his head once, my smile brightening the slightest bit before I leaned down and placed a kiss on his forehead, in which a whiney noise came from him and he stirred a little in his sleep, making me giggle before I quietly crawled out of bed.
Grabbing a pair of skinny black jeans with tears in the knees and my tight black and white striped long sleeved shirt, I quickly changed into them at the foot of the bed, kicking my pajamas to the side near the dresser before shuffling out.
See, I was never exactly good at baking, but as a quirky idea popped into my mind at how to cheer Frank up, I couldn't help but atleast want to try, because Frank usually pushed me into doing new things, so I thought why not give cooking another go? Needless to say, it didn't work out well -- while Frank was still sound asleep in his bed, I managed to go out and down the street to the grocery store with a bit of my money and buy a few mixes to try. Cookies, cupcakes, brownies, all of that jazz. By the time I'd tried all of the mixes, the kitchen was a mess, there were bowls filled with stirred mixes, there was flour all over the place and chocolate chips, pans and all the necessities. I managed to burn most of the cookies singlehandedly, but the cupcakes didn't seem to bad. A few of the cupcakes were actually well cooked, so I figured I'd take one and do something kind of special with the icing. I was beaming from ear to ear after I'd iced the message onto the cupcake, mostly because it was something pretty big I'd been wanting to get off of my chest. I couldn't help but to be the slightest bit nervous though, but all in all I was just hoping it'd cheer him up and make him forget.