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Request by intiimacy
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Y'know, he's fucking judged by the whole school - practically -, but these pastel shorts, sometimes skirts, and knee high socks fit him so damn well. He's so perfect and cute I just can't-
"(Y/n)?" Pete's voice pulls me from my thoughts abruptly, suddenly putting a ground under my feet that makes me jump at the sudden contact. "Dude, you look like a princess eyeing her prince charming even if there isn't any." He snickers and Mikey follows him, still not averting his eyes from the book he's got in hands.
Rolling my eyes, I shake my head, glancing at my forearm and noticing there's a red spot on it, right where my chin was supported over - presuming my chin is equally red, I rub it. "Can't I be fucking distracted? I don't comment about when you shake like a leaf when you're about to make a move on your crushes, okay?" I furrow my eyebrows in an accusingly way, still hinting I'm not completely serious. His face gets red at my comment as he looks away and, this time, even Ray joins us in the laughter.
"What were you talking about, anyways?" I adjust my posture, running my eyes over our neglected work briefly. We're totally not doing this. Mikey may be reading, but it's just a random fiction book he got when we were walking around the library - not to mention he's not even in our Geography class, just sticking around - and sat down in one of the tables in the outside to give up on the work right after opening the textbooks in the right pages. I don't even know why we're here. Maybe it's to convince Mrs. Lee we are actually trying to be good students.
"Have you ever seen this kid talking with anyone?" Pete nods discreetly towards Frank, who sits in a table, a good distance away from us. "Besides the teachers, I mean."
"Once, I saw him talking with Jepha," Ray comments, having one of his pencils between his fingers, playing with it. He needs to adjust his position to speak since he had his chin supported by his free hand. "but he said Frank was just handing him some sheets he missed from a History class. Frank didn't say much, he had short answers." His eyebrows raise as he waits for a response from us.
Pete slowly nods, thoughtful. "Maybe he doesn't like to talk to people."
"Maybe he's just shy." I furrow my eyebrows - he doesn't seem to be that kind of person.
"Or he does something weird when talking." Ray narrows his eyes, seeming determined to find the reason of it all, even stopping the movements with the pencil.
"Or he isn't nice to talk to."
"Or maybe you've just never seen him talking!" Done, I twist my mouth, annoyed that they aren't able to see the obvious. Ray and Pete raise their eyebrows at me like if I was the wrong one and they pitied me for not seeing the truth. Idiots. "Probably, all you need is to know how to talk to the guy properly," I mirror their expressions, speaking in a slow tone, articulating every syllable while having a hand raised with it's palm upwards. "then he'll talk with you, simply."
"Simply?" Pete cracks a small grin as eyeing me with disbelief.
"Simply." I nod confidently, not losing my posture. It's possible to see Mikey taking a few glances at the situation, still opting for not saying a word.
"Then why don't you try to do it?" The tone Pete has on is annoyed - he's most likely feeling attacked since I didn't agree with his theories about how Frank may be a weird kid isolated for a good reason -, judging his expression, he probably thinks I won't have courage to do it. "Go and talk to him if you've got the guts. I dare you."
A silence fills the ambient, being interrupted solely by the faint conversation in the background and the voices of teachers giving their classes coming from the open windows. The three eye me intently, waiting for my reaction.
"Okay." I shrug, casually. With this, I simply get all my things back to inside my bag and stand up, stopping by the table Frank sits in. I'm not sure about what to do, however, he thankfully notices my presence before I say anything; his hazel eyes raise from the notebook over the table and meet mine, waiting. "Can I sit here?" I ask, internally hoping he won't question why don't I sit in one of the free tables instead. Hesitantly, Frank nods - pressing his lips together, he brings his things closer to himself in a way there's more space for me and half of the small round table for each one of us.
Nothing crosses my mind at first and I almost kill myself for so, doing my best to cover my insecurity - all I can do, in the first couple of minutes, is to stare at Frank while he writes on his notebook, using all his colorful markers and pens.
"You look like cotton candy." The words just leave my mouth without me really noticing after spending some time observing him - his pastel clothes and soft impression, plus the sweet smell that I could notice now closer to him, remind me of cotton candy.
Frank freezes in his place as his face immediately turns red at the sudden comment. He doesn't move his eyes from the notebook at first, until he glances at me, still tense. "Thanks." His voice comes from his glossy lips almost inaudibly. I would probably never have heard it if I wasn't paying attention.
"You're Frank, right?"
Of course I already know his name, but what will he think if I just say it? That I'm a stalker? He's known around the school for the pastel looks - as the pastel kid -, not popular.
Shyly, he nods in response, continuing to write, just slower, since he's probably gotten half of his attention turned towards me. I try to not panic with the lack of ideas on what to say next, trying to think about how'd I talk with a normal random person I'm getting to know. Obviously, I fail miserably.
"You look cute." I say truthfully, watching him blushing and thanking me once again. "You've got some nice things," My eyes scan the pens that lay aside. There's one that is shaped like a mermaid's tail and three pastel ones with floating glitter. "Where did you buy those?" I point to the pens.
He stops writing, using his hand to pull a strand of hair off his face. "There's this one store down the street," Pausing, he thinks for a moment then poins to my left. "it's a small store and always has some different things. Like colorful or shiny tapes, these pens, cups and other things..." The small smile that shows up over his lips makes me internally melt.
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"I still can't believe it." Pete states after I told him how was it talking with Frank. Of course I didn't tell him all the details, but tried to let it as clear as possible it's pretty chill to talk to him and you really just need to know how to do so.
All I do in response to him is to shrug, finishing to organize everything inside my locker and finally close it, throwing my backpack over my shoulder.
"I'm pretty surprised he wasn't afraid of the punk kid." He says teasingly, starting to chuckle, stopping when I punch his shoulder. Not too strongly, certainly. His eyebrows raise at me like if asking what's wrong, but I just roll my eyes. Muttering a goodbye, I finally turn on the music - I had my earphones already on since some minutes ago - as soon as starting to walk away.
Walking past the gates, I see Frank already across the street in his way home. We probably don't live near to each other, but it's not like I need to get home early today and I can stop walking with him to head home whenever I think I'm too far from it or whatever; concluding this, I glance at both sides of the street before running, stopping once I reach him. "Hello!" I greet with a lazy smile, receiving a cheerful one in response from him.
"What are you listening to?" Frank nods towards my earphones.
"Here." I hand him one of the earbuds, "If you say it's just screaming I'll walk away and never talk to you ever again, huh?" Playfully, I narrow my eyes at him, softening my look when he giggles, nodding.
Frank listens to the song for a few seconds and looks at me, with that one dude, I've got bad news face, softly speaking. "Are you sure it isn't just screaming?" He hands me the earbud back.
Continuing to play along, I shoot him an angry look - that makes him grins cutely - then crack a chuckle, nodding. "It's kinda difficult to understand what they say at first," I hold the cable between my index and my index finger, twirling the earphone. "but you eventually get used to the guttural screaming." Smiling at him again, I raise my eyebrows lightly. He nods understandingly.
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"It's not!" Frank says stubbornly, furrowing his eyebrows and pursing his lips as he turns his red face away.
"Of course it is, c'mon." I roll my eyes and pull him to a hug, pressing a kiss on the side of his face. He insists he doesn't look good wearing my leather jacket after I finally convinced him to wear it. Yes, it's a big contrast to all the light colors he wears, but an extremely nice one.
Groaning lightly, Frank seems to not give in yet as he wraps his arms around my neck and melts against me. I'll never be able to express how much I love hugging him - his hugs are always comfortable, warm, not to mention he smells so good.
Humming happily, I tighten the hug a little before pulling away enough to gaze at his face. Frank's eyes meet mine briefly then hold a strong eye contact when it happens again, which is unfortunately - better, fortunately - broken when my eyes fall to his lips, flickering over the purple gloss with glitter that coats them. Observing it from so close makes it impossible to resist.
Frank tenses up when I press my lips to his softly. Even if he happens to return my feelings, Frank probably won't return it right away, so I continue doing it for a few seconds. He continues giving me no response for a moment, what makes frustration rise in my chest - I'm about to pull away when his lips finally move against mine hesitantly, a sign for me to start kissing him properly. His gloss tastes like berries.
Not so long after, we're reluctancy pulling away; Frank immediately hides his face in the crook of my neck while I eye the ground, processing everything that just happened. His hands clutch on my shirt tightly like if something bad would happen if he ever let go, making me smile, running a hand up and down his side as I nuzzle his hair.
We continue there on the roof of the school until the end of the period - which's the last one - without exchanging many other words since he was too shy for so, but he was glued to my side the whole time when we decided to sit down against the wall.
"Um, hey, can you go with me to buy a new gloss?" Frank asks quietly right after the bell signing the end of the school day rings.
"Of course." I tell him with a smile, standing up first before helping him doing the same. He looks up at me once we're on our feet. A chuckle leaves my lips when I notice his lip gloss is all smudged.
"What?" He asks nervously, automatically raising a hand to his cheek like if there was something wrong with it.
"Your gloss is all smudged." I say with a grin, leaning in to lick the gloss off it and around it at once. Running my tongue between my lips, I check if solved the problem, smiling proudly once confirming it. "Let's go," I grab his hand, pulling his flustered form with me to head out of there. "we gotta buy you a new gloss."
We're leaving the school holding hands when I hear Pete's familiar voice coming from somewhere behind us. He's by the gates with Ray and Mikey, shouting about how I was right about Frank.
"Well," I shout back, "I didn't just talk to him!" Pulling Frank towards me lightly, I peck his lips again and wave at the surprised trio before continuing my way down the street with Frank. Chuckling at his red face, I press a kiss to his cheek.
"Wh-What did you two mean by that?" He asks quietly after some minutes, probably just having gathered enough courage by now.
"Oh." I widen my eyes lightly, thinking about it. Depending on the way I tell it to him, it may sound like I started talking to him just to prove the others something, damn... Might as well sound confident - I clear my throat. "Well, I had been observing you long before I first walked up to you, always admired how cute you are, y'know," I start moving my hand around as speaking, in a way it matches my voice tone. "but never had the courage to speak to you. One day, the guys were discussing the reason you hardly ever talked to anyone besides the teachers," I glance at him, receiving an understanding nod in response. "then I said that it was not because you weren't nice or whatever, just that it was needed to know how to talk to you. Then they dared me to show it to them, to talk to you."
Nervousness takes over me in a way I'm not able to look at Frank to know his reaction, even though I can feel his gaze on the side of my face. He breaks the silence with a hum. "Damn, good thing they made you talk to me. If you didn't have the courage to do it after so much time staring at me during classes or lunch, maybe I'd talk to you myself! It got to the point I was thinking there was something wrong with me!"
His words make me turn to him with a surprised face which he questions the reason of. "You noticed it all?"
"How could I not?" Frank asks in the same tone, raising his eyebrows at me. It is my turn to be the blushing one.
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"Which one do you prefer?" Frank holds up two gloss tubes, a cherry one in his right hand and a bubblegum one in his left hand.
Pretending to think for a moment, I narrow my eyes and observe the two, scratching my chin. "Huh," I grab them in hands and take a quick glance at our surroundings - the nearest person in two aisles away. Unscrewing the lid, I grab his face carefully with my free hand and use the other to pass the gloss on his lips. He's too awkward to react, just almost freaking out when I press my lips to his and he clumsily kisses back - I continue kissing him until there's practically no gloss over his lips just to repeat it all with the other one.
"I guess," I raise both gloss tubes close to my eyes, inspecting them. "that I'll buy you both of them. I can't decide which one is better."
"W-Wait, what?" Frank widens his eyes. Anyone who sees him now without having any knowledge of the previous events will say he probably just ran a mile. Not replying, I smirk and start walking to the cashier, not giving attention to any of his protests.
With a hand on my forearm, Frank stops me from starting to walk away immediately once we're standing outside the store. "You didn't need to do that." He looks at me with furrowed eyebrows.
"I'll do whatever I want to who I like, okay?" I smile, then quickly add: "If it's okay to you, y'know." I chuckle, falling in silence. Smiling back, he quietly thanks me as pulling me to another hug.
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