(A/n)
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[(Y/n) p.o.v.]
"Oh. Your house is... acceptable." I slowly nod analyzing Frank's house.
"Shut up, it's quite nice." He huffs, placing the baggage on the floor and closing the front door. "You're just annoying."
"If you want to offend me, you better find another adjective, babe." I say laying down on the couch. "Finally..." I groan stretching myself.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm tired after sitting in the car for forever." I say turning on the TV and seeing that the news is showing a video where I turned into human. "Oh, look, it's me."
Frank rolls his eyes and turns off the TV, "Help me to organize everything."
"Hey!" I say propping myself up in an elbow and looking up at him. "Since when I remember, most of the things we brought there are yours, sir. I just have a really small bag."
"Oh, really?" He raises an eyebrow at me, "Because I don't think that my money would vanish so fast if you hadn't shown up. Now, come on."
I sigh and stand up, grabbing a bag and following Frank upstairs. I hear him muttering something incoherent to himself and question, "What are you grumbling about?"
"I'm not even grumbling. I'm just making a mental note."
"Mental note?"
"Yeah, so I'll remember to do something later."
"Alright, modern boy..." I say. We finally reach the end of the stairs and get inside a room, which I presume to be his. "What are those about?" I say pointing to a few posters that hang on his wall.
"Bands."
"Bands...?"
"Rock bands."
"Oh, so they're like a group of rocks?" Frank starts laughing at my words and I raise an eyebrow at him, confused. "What?"
"No, like, it's a group of people that play, produce music. The music genre's rock, so it's a rock band." He explains, "There are also bands of other genres, like pop, blues, country..." - I stare at Frank while imagining groups of small explosions - my mental image of 'pop's -, blue people and countries in a map playing music. - He must've guessed I was doing thinking about something like this because he laughs again. "I'll explain to you later, just... forget for now." He starts looking through his bags and emptying them.
"Okay." I shrug. "Will I have a room or will I need to put up with you not just the whole day but the whole night again?" I ask opening my bag and looking through my things.
"I like you as much as you like me but, unfortunately," He says sarcastically, "you're sleeping on the guest room for now. It's the room to the right."
I pick my bag from the floor and start exiting the room, "Whoever hears us talking like this, won't even believe we're dating and actually like each other..." I mutter on my way out. I reach the guest room and open it - it's a simple room with nothing much.
Frank's chuckle is heard from the other room. "Y'know, even I have difficulties in believing sometimes. The hate is big but the love is bigger."
"Are you sure?" I ask in a joking tone and he just chuckles again in response.
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"Okay, so, what now?" I ask when we have organized everything already and even taken showers.
"I have to get Sweet Pea from Gerard's." Frank answers grabbing his keys and heading to the front door.
"Oh, Sweet Pea? Can peas be sweet?" I ask when we're getting out of the house and he rolls his eyes while locking the door. We start walking down the street.
"No, it's my dog. I left her with a friend because I couldn't leave her alone and all." He explains.
"Dog!" I exclaim, "I've always wanted to pet one but all I could do was to just watch as they laid by the stand thing I was on back in New York. Dogs are so nice. I mean, just the ones who didn't pee on the stand, the smell was horrible." I wrinkle my nose lightly.
"You were conscious the whole time there?" Frank asks.
"Yeah." I sigh. "Hopefully you saved me before I went crazy." I grin.
He hums in agreement. "But it's horrible, why were you even turned into a statue in first place?" - I look away, pretending I didn't hear his question. - "What the fuck did you do, (y/n)?"
"Let's say that... someone overreacted." I mutter remembering about when I invaded a temple and, well, let's say the gods don't appreciate anyone breaking their things and saying they do nothing to help humanity.
Frank looks at me for a moment while narrowing his eyes at me. I grin at him and he presses his lips together -- I mean, they could be pressed against mine instead and- Okay, let's focus on what is happening -- and shakes his head. "I just really hope you didn't kill someone."
"I didn't but I can kill you right now-"
"Oh, look, we're here." He says walking to a house's door. I sigh and follow him. Frank knocks on the door and a few moments later, a man open the door, a small dog in hands.
"Hey, Frank and..." The man trails off looking at me.
Wait- I gasp, "Your hair is red! How is that possible? Is it on fire?"
Frank facepalms while the man looks at me confused. "Uh," Frank starts, "thanks for taking care of Sweet Pea. And ignore (y/n), she's just crazy." He says getting the dog in hands.
"Can people have their hairs in such colors?" I ask Frank, confused.
"Thanks again, Gerard. Let's go, (y/n)!" Frank grabs my hand and starts pulling me with him as he walks away.
"But his hair..." I mutter looking back at Gerard. He smiles a bit and waves at me. I keep looking at him curiously. - What did he do to make his hair turn red? Or is it natural?
"You do know a lot about the world but not how much I expected." Frank comments when we're walking back to his house.
"Meh, some things I ignored, others not. I guess I just didn't pay attention enough." I answer.
"Just don't go start questioning and doing this, okay? This may make people weirded out." He says and I nod. "I'm not telling you to built in a character just to please people. It's that they may start making uncomfortable questions, assuming things and talking bad about you later, I just don't want that. Ask me later and I'll explain."
"Aw, how cute! How lucky I am to have such a cute and caring soulmate!" I say in a teasing voice - but with a true part on it - while poking him. He gives me that bored look of always and I laugh at him. "Oh, I forgot about the dog!" I say looking down at the small animal on his arms. I reach a hand to try to pet it but instantly back it when the dog lifts its paw.
Frank chuckles. "You scared?"
"N-no." I stutter. "It's just... strange, not like I expected but not bad."
"Just wait 'til she gets used to you." He says petting the dog.
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"Here is a lot calmer than in New York." I ask as we walk around the city.
"I know. Here is smaller." He says. "I do like here very much, but I do prefer New York when it comes to shopping because even Trenton doesn't have the same products neither the new ones arrive as fast."
"Oh." I say simply, not really understanding but getting what does he mean. "Oh, there's a thing I've always heard people talk about." He looks at me questioningly and I continue. "Movie, can we watch one?"
"Of course." He hums in agreement. "What kind of- nervermind. I think you're going to like watching Avengers or some DC movie." I open my mouth to comment but he speaks over me, "And no, don't try to guess what it's about by the title." I pout at him and he smiles before pecking my lips. I just follow him into the mall with my face burning red.
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"What did you think about it?" Frank asks putting an arm around my shoulders as we exit the movies area and start walking around in the mall.
I pull his arm off of my shoulders and hold his hand. He gives me a questioning look that disappears after I explain my action. "I prefer touching you back and I don't really know what to do with my hands when you do that. Uh, and, the movie is nice. I didn't really expect two hours of it but it's quite entertaining."
"You think it was boring."
"No! I do like it! I'm just... processing everything yet." I chuckle. "Like, too much information, I'm trying to understand all this... heroes and advanced technology yet."
"Do you want me to explain or something?" He asks and I shake my head.
"It's okay." I say kissing his cheek and he smiles.
"Want to go back home?"
"Yeah, but can we grab something to eat before so?" I ask.
"Sure." He says and we walk to an area full of... restaurants? Mini restaurants? Whatever, but we get in the line of one. "Hm..." Frank starts and I look at him. "Is it okay... if I hug you?" He asks awkwardly.
"Yeah." I chuckle. I expect a hug, like, hug, if you get what I mean, but tense and blush instantly feeling him hugging me from behind and placing his chin over my shoulder.
"You really okay with that?" He asks quietly and I nod, hesitantly placing my hands over his. He smiles and kisses my cheek. "Y'know, I wonder where does this all feisty attitude goes when I kiss or hug you. I'm starting to conclude it gives space to embarrassment?"
"N-No! I-I'm good with that, I just... I just..." I trail off in the lack of words.
"It's okay." Frank leans closer and whispers. "I love you."
If it's possible to my face get any redder, it gets right now. "I-I love you too." I say, even quieter, hoping he hears it. I confirm he did when he chuckles lightly tightens his grip around me a bit.
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