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For Musicfreak17... Antoinette and Frank have been best friends since they met at a party in high school. Now they share an apartment in the city...
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A/N: Sorry it’s been so long! But here this is, for Musicfreak17. Enjoy!
Frank and I have been friends since high school. I was at the house of a guy I was crushing on when I met him. The guys’ name was Tony, and he was having a party.
When bets started being place on how far he would go with the cheerleader who was currently in his bed with him, I went outside. Frank was leaning against the railing on the deck, a beer in his hand. I sighed when I saw him. I didn’t know him yet, and I’d hoped to be alone.
He turned his head, and I saw the most gorgeous green eyes in the world. My heart seemed to stop for a moment before picking up speed.
“H-hey.” I’d squeaked.
“Hey, beautiful.” He said, turning all the way around. “What’s your name?”
His eyes were slightly glazed, and I could tell from the way he was slightly shaking and slurring his words that he was drunk.
“Antoinette,” I breathed.
“Antoinette like that French chick who was beheaded with the slicey-thingy for being a whore?” He asked, smirking.
“Uhh… kinda…” I said.
“You don’t look like a whore.” He said,
“You look like your drunk.” I’d laughed.
“Debatable.” He smirked. He was strangely literate for a drunk dude.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Frank Iero.” he said. “Most of the time, I slap people who miss-pronounce it, but I could never hit a girl, especially one as gorgeous as you.”
I blushed.
“Are you here with someone?” He asked.
“No.” I said quickly, completely forgetting about Tony and his cheerleader. This guy, Frank, was hot.
“Well, good. I’d hate to get beat up for what I’m about to do.” He said. He walked across the deck, took my face in his hands, and kissed me.
He’d pulled away, smiled, and said, “See you around.” Then walked back inside.
He didn’t remember any of it.
The next week, a mutual friend introduced us like we’d never met before. Frank didn’t mention that we’d met before, so I didn’t either.
After high school, we’d gotten an apartment in the city, so we could both go to college. Despite how the first night we knew each other went, we were never more than friends. A part of myself always held back in my relationships, thinking that Frank would want to be with me, but he never mentioned any feelings besides the love of best friends.
Eventually, when Tony and I ended up at the same college, Tony asked me out. We’d been together for about a year, and he was currently studying abroad for the summer in Europe. Right now, we were instant messaging. I had left my laptop sitting across the room, and was making a box of Kraft Macaroni. Frank walked in after getting home from work at the same time my laptop beeped, notifying me of a new message.
“Hey, Frankie.” I said and I walked back to my laptop.
“Hey, Babe.” He said, as per usual. He was too lazy to actually say my name.
I rolled my eyes, and looked at the new message from Tony.
‘will u marry me? :)’
“What’s up?” Frank asked.
“Uhh…” I said. “Tony just asked me to marry him.”
“How?” Frank asked. “I thought he wasn’t getting back from Europe for another couple weeks.” Frank pulled off his jacket, and tossed it on a chair.
“We’re instant messaging.” I said.
“He asked you to marry him through an instant message?” Frank asked, raising his eyebrows.
“Yeah.” I said.
Frank snorted, and walked to the kitchen.
“What?” I asked.
“What did you say to him?” Frank asked.
“I haven’t responded.” I said, getting up and following him to the kitchen. “Why did you laugh?”
“Because that’s really dumb.” Frank said. “Imagine, at the wedding reception, your maid of honor is making a speech. ‘I remember when Antoinette first got engaged to Tony,’” Frank made his voice high and squeaky in a failed attempt to sound like a girl. “‘She called me right after she said yes. He asked her via instant message. It was so romantic!’”
I giggled at Frank’s dramatic prediction.
“Seriously, babe, is that a story you want to tell your grandchildren?” He asked, serious again.
“Well, how would you ask a girl to marry you?” I demanded.
He paused his making of a suicide from all the various soda’s the fridge for a moment.
“I guess I don’t really know.” He said, swirling his fingers around in his drink. “But, I’d want her to feel special. Like she was the only person in the world who mattered to me at all. Because, that’s who she is. I would tell her that I’ve wanted to be with her since the moment I’d met her. Tell her that she’s saved my life without even knowing it, apologize for my stupidity for waiting as long as I did to make my move, and beg her to take me, knowing that I might be too late… It wouldn’t be over an instant fucking message.” He finished, making a face.
“Have you been planning that since you were born?” I asked. He had just laid out the most romantic scene imaginable in my head.
“No.” He laughed, taking a sip of his drink. “Pretty much just came up with that.”
“Is there anyone in particular you were thinking of?” I asked slyly. The asshole hadn’t told me about some girlfriend he has? How dare he!
“Yeah…” He murmured, dropping his eyes.
“Who?” I prompted impatiently.
“A girl… who I know…” He said, averting his eyes.
“Where did you meet her? How long have you known her?” I asked. I was excited for him. He hadn’t had a girlfriend in a while, as far as I knew.
“I met her… at a party, back in high school. I was drunk, and I was hitting on her, telling her that she was beautiful. She thought I didn’t remember, but despite the fool I was making of myself, it’s one of my most treasured memories, and I think about it every day.” He said, staring off into space.
“What’s her name?” I asked.
“You’re so dumb…” He murmured.
“What?!” I said.
“Are you going to sat yes to him?” Frank asked, jerking his head toward my laptop.
“No.” I answered.
“Well, good,” He said, looking into my eyes again. “I’d hate to get beat up for what I’m about to do.”
Everything clicked into place as he took my face in his hands. He kissed me gently.
He was right. I am so dumb.
I wrapped my arms and pulled myself tight against him. His hands moved from my face, wrapped his arms around my middle, squeezing me tight.
His lips moved from mine, kissing his way down my jaw, to my neck, kissing me, biting and sucking the soft flesh. I gasped lightly, my hands knotting into his soft black hair.
I moaned softly, and he lifted me off my feet, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hand ran from my waist down to my hip, across my thigh, and back up.
I got my hands under his shirt, and ran them up his chest, feeling the smooth, toned muscles. I pulled the shirt over his head, and traced his tattoos lightly with my fingertips. He shivered, and set me on the counter so he could get my shirt over my head. He used his palms to massage my breasts through my bra, and I moaned.
“God, Frankie…”
He reached behind me, until his fingers found the clasp of my bra. He looked at me for permission before unclasping it and letting the material fall away. He bent his head down and kissed my breasts lightly, letting his soft lips trail down my stomach. He unbuttoned my jeans, and caught the zipper between his teeth, pulling it down slowly. He pulled my jeans down my legs, then looked up at me again, waiting.
“Go on.” I breathed, wanting, needing to feel him. He hooked his thumbs into the edges of my underwear, and pulled them off me. He stood back up in front of me, and kissed me again, lifting me back off the counter, so I was wrapped around him again.
His long, cool fingers lightly stroked my aching pussy.
“God, Frankie, please…” I moaned, my hips moving into his touch,
“Are you sure?” He asked.
“Yes.” I moaned.
He thrust one of his long fingers, skilled from years of playing guitar, into me, and I moaned loudly, gripping his strong shoulders tightly, my nails digging into him.
He added a second finger, and I moaned as he thrusted them in and out of me.
“I’m g-gonna c-co--” My words were drowned out by my screams as I came hard against him.
I clung to him, panting hard and shaking slightly. Frank carried me to his room, and set me on his bed. I made quick work of undoing his belt and getting his pants off him, quickly followed by his boxers.
He. Was. Big.
I gently licked the head of his dick, then slid the tip into my mouth. I moved back and forth, taking more of him in each time, until his dick was hitting the back of my throat.
His hands were knotted into my hair, and he was moaning loudly, until he suddenly pushed me off, so I was laying back on the bed. He hovered over me, and kissed me deeply. He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed in slowly.
I moaned as my walls stretched to accommodate him. Once he was all the way in, he looked at me.
“Ready?” He asked breathily.
“I’ve been ready for a long time.” I whispered back.
He grinned, and slowly, started thrusting in and out of me. We were both moaning a combination of expletives and each others names.
“Faster…” I moaned. He obliged, pumping faster.
“Harder.” I whimpered. The bed was hitting the wall now.
I screamed his name, writhing hard against him as I came. He came a second later, moaning my name, filling me with his seed.
His arms gave out, and he collapsed onto me, and I didn’t even care that he was kind of crushing me, making it hard to breath.
After a minute, he pulled out of me and rolled over. I rolled, too, so my arm was wrapped over his waist, and my head rested on his chest. He pulled the comforter over us, and wrapped his arms around me tightly.
“I love you,” He whispered.
“I love you, too.” I murmured, kissing his chest.
*
The next morning, I woke to find myself alone in Frank’s bed. I sat up, and swung my legs off the bed. The sheet was on the floor, and I picked it up, wrapping it around myself.
I left the room, and looked around. A note was propped against the full coffee pot. I smiled, and walked across the room to it.
Antoinette, it said,
I had some stuff to take of this morning. I’ll be back around noon. Last night was amazing, baby. I love you.
xxFrankie
I smiled to myself, then took a shower and got dressed, then looked at my laptop. I had forgotten about Tony’s proposal until that moment. I nearly sprayed coffee out my nose when I looked at it again.
I set my coffee down on the table beside my laptop and started typing.
Tony,
I hope you realize that asking someone to marry you over an instant message, is the LAMEST proposal ever thought of. The year we went out was good, Tony, but, it’s over now. Sorry it had to happen over instant message, but hey, you’ll get it, right?
I smirked and hit send, then closed my laptop.
A/N: Rate, Review, all that jazz! It makes my freaking day.
xxAnna
Frank and I have been friends since high school. I was at the house of a guy I was crushing on when I met him. The guys’ name was Tony, and he was having a party.
When bets started being place on how far he would go with the cheerleader who was currently in his bed with him, I went outside. Frank was leaning against the railing on the deck, a beer in his hand. I sighed when I saw him. I didn’t know him yet, and I’d hoped to be alone.
He turned his head, and I saw the most gorgeous green eyes in the world. My heart seemed to stop for a moment before picking up speed.
“H-hey.” I’d squeaked.
“Hey, beautiful.” He said, turning all the way around. “What’s your name?”
His eyes were slightly glazed, and I could tell from the way he was slightly shaking and slurring his words that he was drunk.
“Antoinette,” I breathed.
“Antoinette like that French chick who was beheaded with the slicey-thingy for being a whore?” He asked, smirking.
“Uhh… kinda…” I said.
“You don’t look like a whore.” He said,
“You look like your drunk.” I’d laughed.
“Debatable.” He smirked. He was strangely literate for a drunk dude.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Frank Iero.” he said. “Most of the time, I slap people who miss-pronounce it, but I could never hit a girl, especially one as gorgeous as you.”
I blushed.
“Are you here with someone?” He asked.
“No.” I said quickly, completely forgetting about Tony and his cheerleader. This guy, Frank, was hot.
“Well, good. I’d hate to get beat up for what I’m about to do.” He said. He walked across the deck, took my face in his hands, and kissed me.
He’d pulled away, smiled, and said, “See you around.” Then walked back inside.
He didn’t remember any of it.
The next week, a mutual friend introduced us like we’d never met before. Frank didn’t mention that we’d met before, so I didn’t either.
After high school, we’d gotten an apartment in the city, so we could both go to college. Despite how the first night we knew each other went, we were never more than friends. A part of myself always held back in my relationships, thinking that Frank would want to be with me, but he never mentioned any feelings besides the love of best friends.
Eventually, when Tony and I ended up at the same college, Tony asked me out. We’d been together for about a year, and he was currently studying abroad for the summer in Europe. Right now, we were instant messaging. I had left my laptop sitting across the room, and was making a box of Kraft Macaroni. Frank walked in after getting home from work at the same time my laptop beeped, notifying me of a new message.
“Hey, Frankie.” I said and I walked back to my laptop.
“Hey, Babe.” He said, as per usual. He was too lazy to actually say my name.
I rolled my eyes, and looked at the new message from Tony.
‘will u marry me? :)’
“What’s up?” Frank asked.
“Uhh…” I said. “Tony just asked me to marry him.”
“How?” Frank asked. “I thought he wasn’t getting back from Europe for another couple weeks.” Frank pulled off his jacket, and tossed it on a chair.
“We’re instant messaging.” I said.
“He asked you to marry him through an instant message?” Frank asked, raising his eyebrows.
“Yeah.” I said.
Frank snorted, and walked to the kitchen.
“What?” I asked.
“What did you say to him?” Frank asked.
“I haven’t responded.” I said, getting up and following him to the kitchen. “Why did you laugh?”
“Because that’s really dumb.” Frank said. “Imagine, at the wedding reception, your maid of honor is making a speech. ‘I remember when Antoinette first got engaged to Tony,’” Frank made his voice high and squeaky in a failed attempt to sound like a girl. “‘She called me right after she said yes. He asked her via instant message. It was so romantic!’”
I giggled at Frank’s dramatic prediction.
“Seriously, babe, is that a story you want to tell your grandchildren?” He asked, serious again.
“Well, how would you ask a girl to marry you?” I demanded.
He paused his making of a suicide from all the various soda’s the fridge for a moment.
“I guess I don’t really know.” He said, swirling his fingers around in his drink. “But, I’d want her to feel special. Like she was the only person in the world who mattered to me at all. Because, that’s who she is. I would tell her that I’ve wanted to be with her since the moment I’d met her. Tell her that she’s saved my life without even knowing it, apologize for my stupidity for waiting as long as I did to make my move, and beg her to take me, knowing that I might be too late… It wouldn’t be over an instant fucking message.” He finished, making a face.
“Have you been planning that since you were born?” I asked. He had just laid out the most romantic scene imaginable in my head.
“No.” He laughed, taking a sip of his drink. “Pretty much just came up with that.”
“Is there anyone in particular you were thinking of?” I asked slyly. The asshole hadn’t told me about some girlfriend he has? How dare he!
“Yeah…” He murmured, dropping his eyes.
“Who?” I prompted impatiently.
“A girl… who I know…” He said, averting his eyes.
“Where did you meet her? How long have you known her?” I asked. I was excited for him. He hadn’t had a girlfriend in a while, as far as I knew.
“I met her… at a party, back in high school. I was drunk, and I was hitting on her, telling her that she was beautiful. She thought I didn’t remember, but despite the fool I was making of myself, it’s one of my most treasured memories, and I think about it every day.” He said, staring off into space.
“What’s her name?” I asked.
“You’re so dumb…” He murmured.
“What?!” I said.
“Are you going to sat yes to him?” Frank asked, jerking his head toward my laptop.
“No.” I answered.
“Well, good,” He said, looking into my eyes again. “I’d hate to get beat up for what I’m about to do.”
Everything clicked into place as he took my face in his hands. He kissed me gently.
He was right. I am so dumb.
I wrapped my arms and pulled myself tight against him. His hands moved from my face, wrapped his arms around my middle, squeezing me tight.
His lips moved from mine, kissing his way down my jaw, to my neck, kissing me, biting and sucking the soft flesh. I gasped lightly, my hands knotting into his soft black hair.
I moaned softly, and he lifted me off my feet, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hand ran from my waist down to my hip, across my thigh, and back up.
I got my hands under his shirt, and ran them up his chest, feeling the smooth, toned muscles. I pulled the shirt over his head, and traced his tattoos lightly with my fingertips. He shivered, and set me on the counter so he could get my shirt over my head. He used his palms to massage my breasts through my bra, and I moaned.
“God, Frankie…”
He reached behind me, until his fingers found the clasp of my bra. He looked at me for permission before unclasping it and letting the material fall away. He bent his head down and kissed my breasts lightly, letting his soft lips trail down my stomach. He unbuttoned my jeans, and caught the zipper between his teeth, pulling it down slowly. He pulled my jeans down my legs, then looked up at me again, waiting.
“Go on.” I breathed, wanting, needing to feel him. He hooked his thumbs into the edges of my underwear, and pulled them off me. He stood back up in front of me, and kissed me again, lifting me back off the counter, so I was wrapped around him again.
His long, cool fingers lightly stroked my aching pussy.
“God, Frankie, please…” I moaned, my hips moving into his touch,
“Are you sure?” He asked.
“Yes.” I moaned.
He thrust one of his long fingers, skilled from years of playing guitar, into me, and I moaned loudly, gripping his strong shoulders tightly, my nails digging into him.
He added a second finger, and I moaned as he thrusted them in and out of me.
“I’m g-gonna c-co--” My words were drowned out by my screams as I came hard against him.
I clung to him, panting hard and shaking slightly. Frank carried me to his room, and set me on his bed. I made quick work of undoing his belt and getting his pants off him, quickly followed by his boxers.
He. Was. Big.
I gently licked the head of his dick, then slid the tip into my mouth. I moved back and forth, taking more of him in each time, until his dick was hitting the back of my throat.
His hands were knotted into my hair, and he was moaning loudly, until he suddenly pushed me off, so I was laying back on the bed. He hovered over me, and kissed me deeply. He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed in slowly.
I moaned as my walls stretched to accommodate him. Once he was all the way in, he looked at me.
“Ready?” He asked breathily.
“I’ve been ready for a long time.” I whispered back.
He grinned, and slowly, started thrusting in and out of me. We were both moaning a combination of expletives and each others names.
“Faster…” I moaned. He obliged, pumping faster.
“Harder.” I whimpered. The bed was hitting the wall now.
I screamed his name, writhing hard against him as I came. He came a second later, moaning my name, filling me with his seed.
His arms gave out, and he collapsed onto me, and I didn’t even care that he was kind of crushing me, making it hard to breath.
After a minute, he pulled out of me and rolled over. I rolled, too, so my arm was wrapped over his waist, and my head rested on his chest. He pulled the comforter over us, and wrapped his arms around me tightly.
“I love you,” He whispered.
“I love you, too.” I murmured, kissing his chest.
*
The next morning, I woke to find myself alone in Frank’s bed. I sat up, and swung my legs off the bed. The sheet was on the floor, and I picked it up, wrapping it around myself.
I left the room, and looked around. A note was propped against the full coffee pot. I smiled, and walked across the room to it.
Antoinette, it said,
I had some stuff to take of this morning. I’ll be back around noon. Last night was amazing, baby. I love you.
xxFrankie
I smiled to myself, then took a shower and got dressed, then looked at my laptop. I had forgotten about Tony’s proposal until that moment. I nearly sprayed coffee out my nose when I looked at it again.
I set my coffee down on the table beside my laptop and started typing.
Tony,
I hope you realize that asking someone to marry you over an instant message, is the LAMEST proposal ever thought of. The year we went out was good, Tony, but, it’s over now. Sorry it had to happen over instant message, but hey, you’ll get it, right?
I smirked and hit send, then closed my laptop.
A/N: Rate, Review, all that jazz! It makes my freaking day.
xxAnna
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