All I Wanted

The next morning I woke up to the sound of my mom's alarm, again. She worked at odd times; she was always on call. I rolled over and sat up. Her buzzer went off, but I knew my body would refuse to sleep. I got up and met her tired gaze.

"Sorry, Mija," she smiled, sleepily at me.

"It's okay, you want me to make you coffee?" she nodded and headed to our bathroom.

I fixed my mom her coffee and made her toast. She came out just in time, dressed too, and grabbed the jelly toast.

"Thanks," she kissed my cheek.

"No problemo," I smiled back.

I sipped my hot chocolate in front of the TV. The news was on, talking about the stormy weather ahead. I was wrapped in mom's quilt; she had just left. It was 9 am and I had work at 12; I sat in my comfortable position until the cell rang.

It sat in front of me, on the coffee table. I put my hot chocolate down next to it and snatched it up.

"Yo," I yawned tiredly.

"You won't believe who's here!" Normal's high pitched voice nearly ripped my ear apart.
"Nor, it's too early," I moved the phone from me, "who's here?" I asked with another yawn.

"Mikey and Frank!" I chuckled and snuggled deeper in the quilt.

"And?" she gasped at me.

"Get your ass decent, we're going for breakfast!" I shook my head, "we'll be there in 30 minutes," her end clicked and tossed the phone next to me. 

I looked at the news caster talk about possible snow, and I dreaded to move. I decided against it; then my cell rang.

"Get up, bitch," Normal muttered jokingly before I could speak.

"I'm going!" I hated that she knew me so well.
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I dressed in warm jeans and a thermal long sleeve. I tossed my favorite Social Distortion t-shirt over and brushed my curly, messy hair down. I didn't worry about make-up, just black eyeliner. I walked back to the living room and I heard a knock.

"Look alive, Sunshine," Frank stood before me.

"Short shit," I giggled and hugged him.

"I finally get to see your house, huh Sunshine?" I rolled my eyes as he walked in.

"I guess," I shrugged closing the door, "where are Nor and Mikey?" he sat in my couch and smirked.

"Back at the hotel bumpin' uglies," I shook my head and sat beside him.

"Is it just us then?" I asked.

"Yeah, I got a couple hours to waste," he slung an arm over my own, "how was your date?" I giggled and leaned onto his shoulder.

"It was nice, but I remembered why I hate slasher movies," Frank chuckled and leaned his head on mine.

"So is he your boyfriend now?" Frank asked jokingly.

"No, I don't see Cameron like that," I scrunched up my nose.

We were quiet while the TV played a rerun of some entertainment news show. I felt so warm with Frank and snuggled closer.

"Am I seducing you, Ms. Romero?" he asked in a seductive voice.

"No, I'm just really cold," I crossed my leg and moved closer, "and you smell good," he smelled like coffee and some cologne that I wanted to keep in my nostrils forever.

I wrapped my arms around his middle and he rubbed my right arm to keep warm. I yawned and he chuckled.

"What?" I asked.

"Your breath smells like winter fresh gum," I sucked my teeth and kept my eyes on the TV.

"Hey, Frank, what time is it?" I asked.

"Uh," he took my right hand and read my watch, causing me to giggle, "10:05, doll face."

"You wanna get breakfast? I have work in 2 hours."

"No, I wanna stay like this for a while," I smiled and he pulled me closer.

It seemed Frank and I were about to sleep when he nudged me. I looked up at him.

"I don't want you to fall asleep and miss your shift," he smiled crookedly at me.

"You're right," I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them to keep them from drifting.

"How about coffee?" he asked.

"I don't indulge, remember?" he chuckled.

"Oh yeah," he hummed.

"Can I ask you something?" I snuggled closer to him.

"Hit it," he joked.

"What do your band mates think of Normal and I?" he shrugged.

"They don't really care, as long as we're on time and have our heads in music then it's alright."

"Why me? I mean out of all the girls, throwing themselves at you, you like me?" he looked down at me.

"Honestly?" I nodded and he sighed, "I...uh...you make me queasy...like a good kind of queasy, I like it," I couldn't help but laugh, "I like being around you."

"I'm sure there's another girl who could make you equally as queasy, Frank," he shook his head.

"I searched far and wide, no one has yet," I couldn't help but smile, "I keep looking, because I know you don't wanna be with me," he voice soften at the end, causing me to feel bad.

"It's honestly not you, Frank, it's just...I don't know if we could have a relationship," he eyed me confusingly, "I mean you're older, you're in a band, and I don't think your family, or my mom, would approve," he frowned.

"Who cares what they think?" he asked angrily.

"I don't want to be a burden on you," I sat away from him, "I don't want you to be tied down to me when you have options."

Frank was quiet and he just looked at me with those sad, hazel eyes. I knew he was thinking it all over in his head, "Fuck it," he pulled me onto his lap and pressed his lips to mine.

It was, generally, my first kiss. I had kissed a boy before, but that was just playground stuff. The way Frank kissed me, it was real and how I always imagined it be. My eyes shut, my heart felt open, letting the pounding excess, and my entire body felt like jello. My lips tingle and his tongue traced them softly, I guessed, begging for entry. 

My mouth opened and I could taste the coffee and stale cigarette, but I didn't care; I was on cloud nine. Frank gripped my hips, pulling me closer, his warm hands roaming the sides of my body. I trembled with arousal; I wanted more.

Without saying a word, Frank moved me on my back, on the couch. He was hovering over me, kissing harder, his tongue exploring my mouth, I couldn't help but groan. With a chuckle, he slid his hands closer to my chest; my heart beat faster with anxiety. I arched my back, pulling him closer to my body; I wanted him, I wanted him bad.

Frank pulled from my lips to pull his pullover off and returned back to me quickly. I could hear him jiggle his belt and then tugged at mine. Inside, I wanted him, but the removing of my belt stopped me.

"Wait," I pulled my lips from his.

"What?" his voice was heavy and a little upset.

"Frank, I don't think I can do this...at least not yet," he nodded, with an understanding glance.
"Shit...sorry," he moved from the top of me.

"It's alright...I didn't mean to lead you on," he shrugged.

"I..." he pulled his belt from the floor, "I don't want to mess things up...I really like you, Sunny," I smiled softly at him.

"I like you, too, Frank," he smiled back, making my heart race.

"So, what does this all mean...about us?" he stood and slipped his belt back on.

"What do you think?" I asked for his opinion.

"I want you to be my mine," that smile of his captured my being.

"Alright," I smiled, "I'll be yours, Frankie."