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Kendall stretched out, nearly falling off of her bed. She reached out just in time to grab hold of something warm and hard and- human. She squeaked, instantly straightening up. Frank was completely passed out beside her, breathing softly.
Once the initial shock wore off Kendall quietly grabbed her laptop, feeling the urge to blog. She did just wake from the most incredible night of her life after all. Frank had been the perfect gentleman, lying beside her on her bed. They ended up watching an array of action and comedy movies, talking through all of them.
Kendall couldn’t remember feeling so in sync with anyone before Frank randomly appeared, just the other night. So far it was absolutely blissful.
He was just as awkward as her. He was the sweetest human being she had ever met and he was funny!
Kendall sighed as she looked over at his handsome sleeping form. She couldn’t help but stare at his bare chest, acknowledging that he worked out.
Just looking at Frank caused the words to start forming in her mind and she placed her fingers upon the built in keyboard, hoping it came out in a read-able context, not that it really mattered... The only real reason she blogged was to get her feelings out in a format that she could later read and attempt to make sense of. She liked to get the words out so that they wouldn’t fester in her mind. It actually came as a huge surprise to her that anyone would follow her blog but follow they did...
Some would call me insane. Hell, before last night I would call myself insane... I still am kind of thinking over that whole ‘Am I crazy?’ thing, I’ll get back to you with that conclusion...
I never really understood any of those romance movies where the characters fall madly in love, then something horrible tears them apart, then they find a way to be together anyway all in the span of like 80 minutes but last night has really forced me to re-adjust my wanting to be alone forever stance.
I’m not in love; I mean... how could I be? I barely know him but...
I am drooling slightly and horrified with the idea of saying goodbye. I never really knew what it would be like to have a boy sleeping in my bed beside me... It’s nice. It really is. It was nice falling asleep to a stupid movie and it was nice talking through out that entire movie.
When I look at him I get goose bumps and when he speaks I get strange fluttering through out my entire body, but mainly in my stomach... but it’s all somehow nice and I’m enjoying it.
Do I recommend finding some boy and telling him you love him because of said fluttering feeling? No, definitely not. Please do not do that! It won’t end the way movies make you believe it’ll end.
But something I do recommend is trying the whole hanging out part.
If you see someone you’d like to be around again then ask him or her out. Take the initiative. If you feel nervous don’t just call the whole thing off...
If he kisses you then freely kiss back. :)
Now I’m going to awkwardly lie back down and listen to him breath because today I know I’ll get that chance. I’m not so sure about tomorrow so why waste my own time and his?
Kendall looked over the ridiculously sappy post and then closed her laptop, realizing it didn’t matter just how stupid it sounded. It was the truth. The truth evidently wasn’t always as cold as she previously thought it had to be.
Sometimes there were just people and sometimes it just felt good to be included in their life, even if only for a night.
Frank’s soft breathing easily lulled her back to sleep.
****
Frank was the first one to wake up the second time around. He moved elegantly, barely causing any movement upon the bed to reach Kendall.
The first thing he noticed, aside from Kendall, was her closed laptop sitting on her desk.
The blog, titled ‘It’s life; have fun living it’, was minimized but with just one click Frank brought up the most recent entry. As he read Kendall’s words a grin formed upon his face. He glanced behind him at Kendall, taking the time to listen to her steady breathing.
Once he was sure she was still asleep he pulled up a new document and without even really thinking about it he began typing, trying his hardest to make his words come out just as beautifully as hers had.
He wasn’t a writer though and all he could do was write how he felt, with the words that came to the tip of his tongue, sliding off of his fingers.
“Frank, what are you doing?” Kendall sleepily asked, as she blinked her eyes open, “And it’s bright. How long did I sleep for?” She glanced at the alarm clock, cringing at the idea of getting out of her comfortable bed.
Frank smiled, closing out of his saved document, knowing she probably wouldn’t find it at first. “Good… afternoon.” Frank said, coming back to the bed. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”
“How’d you sleep?”
“Great, I’m going to have trouble sleeping without you tonight.” Frank grinned, pausing for just a moment. “Am I moving too quickly?”
“Huh?” Kendall’s eyes widened in confusion as Frank leaned closer to her, pressing his lips against hers.
“I like you Kendall.” Frank admitted, smiling. “I liked you before I even asked you out. Does that freak you out?”
“I… well, no… I suppose not. I think I’m flattered.” Kendall spit out, blushing.
“You think?”
“I mean, yes. Wait, I mean no. It doesn’t freak me out but it does flatter me.”
Frank chuckled, “Good, are you free on Thursday?”
“I am but my parents come home that night so I wouldn’t be able to be out too late.”
“My plans won’t take too long.” Frank leaned forward, brushing his lips against Kendall’s once again. “I’ll get in touch with you before then.” And then he left, walking outside in only his boxers.
Kendall rushed to the window, watching him leave.
He was so damn sexy… and he wanted to see her again.
**
“Care to let us in on your plans son?” Frank’s dad eyed him, suspicion upon his face.
Frank nodded, grinning like a lovesick teenager… which in theory was what he was. “I do. I’m still putting them together but… it needs to happen Thursday night. The target's parents come home, giving us the perfect chance to take them out, and to take her. I’m going to make sure she isn’t home, so that she won’t be in the way. Then from there I can get her ready for… her new life.”
Frank’s mother beamed in happiness.
Frank just hoped everything went according to plan.
He couldn’t chance a mistake.
**
(A/N: (WARNING: The next chapter will include violence and murder./ I'll be updating shortly, I'm sorry about how long it is taking!)
Once the initial shock wore off Kendall quietly grabbed her laptop, feeling the urge to blog. She did just wake from the most incredible night of her life after all. Frank had been the perfect gentleman, lying beside her on her bed. They ended up watching an array of action and comedy movies, talking through all of them.
Kendall couldn’t remember feeling so in sync with anyone before Frank randomly appeared, just the other night. So far it was absolutely blissful.
He was just as awkward as her. He was the sweetest human being she had ever met and he was funny!
Kendall sighed as she looked over at his handsome sleeping form. She couldn’t help but stare at his bare chest, acknowledging that he worked out.
Just looking at Frank caused the words to start forming in her mind and she placed her fingers upon the built in keyboard, hoping it came out in a read-able context, not that it really mattered... The only real reason she blogged was to get her feelings out in a format that she could later read and attempt to make sense of. She liked to get the words out so that they wouldn’t fester in her mind. It actually came as a huge surprise to her that anyone would follow her blog but follow they did...
Some would call me insane. Hell, before last night I would call myself insane... I still am kind of thinking over that whole ‘Am I crazy?’ thing, I’ll get back to you with that conclusion...
I never really understood any of those romance movies where the characters fall madly in love, then something horrible tears them apart, then they find a way to be together anyway all in the span of like 80 minutes but last night has really forced me to re-adjust my wanting to be alone forever stance.
I’m not in love; I mean... how could I be? I barely know him but...
I am drooling slightly and horrified with the idea of saying goodbye. I never really knew what it would be like to have a boy sleeping in my bed beside me... It’s nice. It really is. It was nice falling asleep to a stupid movie and it was nice talking through out that entire movie.
When I look at him I get goose bumps and when he speaks I get strange fluttering through out my entire body, but mainly in my stomach... but it’s all somehow nice and I’m enjoying it.
Do I recommend finding some boy and telling him you love him because of said fluttering feeling? No, definitely not. Please do not do that! It won’t end the way movies make you believe it’ll end.
But something I do recommend is trying the whole hanging out part.
If you see someone you’d like to be around again then ask him or her out. Take the initiative. If you feel nervous don’t just call the whole thing off...
If he kisses you then freely kiss back. :)
Now I’m going to awkwardly lie back down and listen to him breath because today I know I’ll get that chance. I’m not so sure about tomorrow so why waste my own time and his?
Kendall looked over the ridiculously sappy post and then closed her laptop, realizing it didn’t matter just how stupid it sounded. It was the truth. The truth evidently wasn’t always as cold as she previously thought it had to be.
Sometimes there were just people and sometimes it just felt good to be included in their life, even if only for a night.
Frank’s soft breathing easily lulled her back to sleep.
****
Frank was the first one to wake up the second time around. He moved elegantly, barely causing any movement upon the bed to reach Kendall.
The first thing he noticed, aside from Kendall, was her closed laptop sitting on her desk.
The blog, titled ‘It’s life; have fun living it’, was minimized but with just one click Frank brought up the most recent entry. As he read Kendall’s words a grin formed upon his face. He glanced behind him at Kendall, taking the time to listen to her steady breathing.
Once he was sure she was still asleep he pulled up a new document and without even really thinking about it he began typing, trying his hardest to make his words come out just as beautifully as hers had.
He wasn’t a writer though and all he could do was write how he felt, with the words that came to the tip of his tongue, sliding off of his fingers.
“Frank, what are you doing?” Kendall sleepily asked, as she blinked her eyes open, “And it’s bright. How long did I sleep for?” She glanced at the alarm clock, cringing at the idea of getting out of her comfortable bed.
Frank smiled, closing out of his saved document, knowing she probably wouldn’t find it at first. “Good… afternoon.” Frank said, coming back to the bed. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”
“How’d you sleep?”
“Great, I’m going to have trouble sleeping without you tonight.” Frank grinned, pausing for just a moment. “Am I moving too quickly?”
“Huh?” Kendall’s eyes widened in confusion as Frank leaned closer to her, pressing his lips against hers.
“I like you Kendall.” Frank admitted, smiling. “I liked you before I even asked you out. Does that freak you out?”
“I… well, no… I suppose not. I think I’m flattered.” Kendall spit out, blushing.
“You think?”
“I mean, yes. Wait, I mean no. It doesn’t freak me out but it does flatter me.”
Frank chuckled, “Good, are you free on Thursday?”
“I am but my parents come home that night so I wouldn’t be able to be out too late.”
“My plans won’t take too long.” Frank leaned forward, brushing his lips against Kendall’s once again. “I’ll get in touch with you before then.” And then he left, walking outside in only his boxers.
Kendall rushed to the window, watching him leave.
He was so damn sexy… and he wanted to see her again.
**
“Care to let us in on your plans son?” Frank’s dad eyed him, suspicion upon his face.
Frank nodded, grinning like a lovesick teenager… which in theory was what he was. “I do. I’m still putting them together but… it needs to happen Thursday night. The target's parents come home, giving us the perfect chance to take them out, and to take her. I’m going to make sure she isn’t home, so that she won’t be in the way. Then from there I can get her ready for… her new life.”
Frank’s mother beamed in happiness.
Frank just hoped everything went according to plan.
He couldn’t chance a mistake.
**
(A/N: (WARNING: The next chapter will include violence and murder./ I'll be updating shortly, I'm sorry about how long it is taking!)
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