Punch Me, Kiss Me

Since the first words he said to me, I've been inthralled in Franks voice.

I didn't get it. How can his voice be so deep, and yet so gentle and comforting?

"I didn't know you two had first lunch," I said.

"Yeah well nether did we," Frank smiled. Oh man ... his smile ...

"Do you two have all your class together?" I asked, only seeing them together.

"Yeah, we do. It pretty cool."

"How was algebra?" I asked.

He scrunched up his face before he said, "Like math."

"Algebra is creeppaly math like," I said, trying not to laugh.

"Yeah, I know. That's why it sucks so much."

"So what are we doing after school?" I asked, not so much caring what we were going to do, as much as just, wanting to hear Franks voice.

"I don't know. I really haven't tough about it much..." Frank confessed.

All to soon the lunch bell rang and we parted ways for one last class before sharing one last black before school was over for the day.