Im In Love With Fictional Men

Everything was perfect even though you never wanted to go home because you’d either be alone or find your dad drunk on the couch, and nothing would change, you took care of your own father then he had ever taken care of you in your life. Your mother spent her time working full time to provide for you and your little brother. Your families were close so having dinners and outings together wasn’t unusual But no matter what you all would always end up on the spot, because it has been there since the beginning.

2006

Sword fights with whatever random sticks you could find Frankie, Santi and Will were sixteen while you and Benny were fifteen but of course that didn’t stop anything. Chasing each other through the long overgrown grass of the yellow dry fields, Benny loved making random sounds with his mouth every time he'd swing his stick around acting as if he was hitting Will. Giggles erupting from everyone and both Benny and Will continued to fight rolling through the grass making it as dramatic as they could. Benny gets “stabbed” by will, Frankie and santi crying out for Benny “ you killed Benjamin what do you have to say for yourself” you say “ tell my mother that I am not sorry” he laughs before Benny stabs him making him fall to the ground. “ This is my revenge story,” Benny shouted. Everyone let out laughs that made your stomachs hurt.

2009

Will and Ben stole plywood from their fathers shed, and possibly one of the dumbest things they could do was sled down the hill with them. They had to make things worse by adding a pile of snow at the bottom which would always end up with someone falling off the wood board and rolling the rest of the way down the hill.

Then of course you guys got the couch which was from will and ben's grandma, one that definitely looked like an old lady had it in her living room with her five cats , light pink with slightly darker pink flowers patterned across the fabric. It would always be something you loved spending late nights with the guys just to watch the sunset or even just sit and talk, someone always had something to say it was mostly ben but that was just because he thinks of crazy things and needs answers, which none of you were qualified to answer.

But there are always the bad days, frankie and his mother had spent most of the after noon fighting over what he's gonna do after graduation which he still had no clue what he wanted she wants him to go to school and become a business man so that someone in his family could be successful but that's not what frankie wanted, but she didn't care what he wanted it was her way or no way. You had lived next to Frankie and his family for quite a while that you knew nothing good was happening. Frankies front door swung open, storming out shortly after his mother right on his tail stopping before she left the front porch. “ Francisco Morales, if you don't get back into this house right now i swear to god” he trudges across his front lawn of his home to his truck parked by the curb. “ what do you think you are doing” she fumes “ i'm doing what i do best ma, disappointing you!” he says back before opening his truck door and pulling away from the curb. Which you knew exactly where he would end up. You sigh and climb back into your car. And pulling back of the driveway of your home head to where you knew where he'd be.

You showed up to the safe place , his truck off away from the trail and parked in the middle of the field you parked on the trail pulling the red blanket out of the back seat of your car. You closed the door before making your way towards the truck in the field, the dry grass crunching under your boots. You finally make it to his truck, the back of it facing the water where his tailgate laid open, him sitting in the bed of the truck head resting against the back window. “ hey, thought i'd find you here” you say softly before climbing in to sit next to him. He let out a quiet sigh before nodding his head as you sit close to him unfolding the blanket to cover both of your laps. “ Is she still trying to get you to go to college?” you ask he's quiet but nods his head, he's nearly on the brink of tears barely able to hold them back. “I'm gonna end up disappointing her anyways” he forces out. You reach for his hand bringing it to your lap before intertwining your finger together, your thumb stroking the back of his hand. “ i dont think thats true” you say though you both know that no matter what he chooses to do she's always going to be disappointed in him about something. You rest your head onto his shoulder, his head turning to kiss your forehead. “ what if you stayed, then you'd be helping your dad with work” you mention “ yeah but my moms response to that is going to be ‘ he can handle himself he's a grown ass man''’' he mimics his mothers words. “I'm just deemed to fail.” he says “ i dont think thats true, but you'll figure it out you always do and if you do decide to go to college i can help you with applying to some schools” you offer knowing that would at least ease his nerves just a little bit more.

You sit in silence for what feels like forever, huddled up against each other, your head against his shoulder with his cheek pressed against the top of your head your hands still locked together “you know that i love you right” he says quietly almost under his breath, his thumb copies yours running against the back of your hand. You nod your head “I love you too” though both of you said it as friends every single word was laced with what you both wanted it to be even though you were both too scared to admit that you wanted it to be more and not have to hide your feelings the way you both do.

You both knew it was getting late but neither of you wanted to let go and Frankie sure as hell didn't want to go back home. But eventually you did, as much as you hated leaving Frankie like this but you knew that you'd also be in trouble if you had stayed.

2010

Things got better until Will enlisted into the military and where Will goes, Ben goes . It didn't take long for Santi to join them in the stupid idea and soon it was going to be just you and Frankie until Frankie asked you to meet him at the trail and you knew nothing good was going to come out of it. Frankie had just turned twenty which meant he had less time to figure out what the hell he's gonna do.

Your car tires threw up the dirt from the trail leaving a track of dust behind it and there Frankie was sitting on the shitty old lady couch that you all grew to love. His arms are resting on his knees, his head hung low before he looks up at you. When your eyes meet your heart sinks to your stomach. His eyes are red and puffy like he’s been crying, his brows are pinched together and you can tell he’s biting the inside of his cheek. You pick up your pace dropping to your knees in front of him, you instantly place your hands to hold his face, making him look at you. “Hey what’s going on” you panic, which instantly makes Frankie want to start crying again. “I’m sorry” he apologizes “for what?!” You ask if his eyes are watering nearly spilling over. “I enlisted,” he says quietly like he didn’t want to say it. “I’m going with the rest of them” it’s quiet for a second before you speak again “are you happy?” you're upset but you want them to be happy, you want Frankie to be happy. He softly nods, unsure of himself. “I’d be taken care of, id have housing and a good job” he answers “ but are you happy Frankie” he’s biting the inside of his cheek “ Frankie answer my question please” “ no, but I wouldn’t have to take any more shit from my family and it’s something that my parents wouldn’t be as disappointed about and it’s to late now I leave in two months” and with that your heart breaks because not only are all of the boys leaving you but frankie is leaving too which means your gonna be alone in this shitty town. You slowly nod and you can feel the tears coming to the surface threatening to spill over your water line. “Two months?” your voice finally breaks causing you to breathe in staggered breaths. Frankie nods “ do you know when or if you will come back?” you asked, you needed every answer you could possibly get. He shakes his head as you climb off the ground sitting next to him on the beloved pink old lady couch, you felt like you were surrounded by memories now looking at the things around you, the old wood kitchen chairs that sat next to the couch, the random barrels that you’d make bonfires in the winter with random shit from the trees. When the lake was frozen you’d always play hockey with sticks and chunks of ice, it was every laugh and stupid joke and stupid ideas, every heart break this was the spot, and now you only had two months.

As it started to get late and the colder you got, until you both decided to move to frankies truck to at least have some sort of heating. You sit in the middle of the front bench seat so you could be as close as you could be to him. “ Will you promise me that you'll come back?” you say softly, knowing that you're gonna cry. He turns to kiss your temple before mumbling “i promise” you look up at him just staring at his umber brown eyes before his eyes flick back and forth between your eyes and your lips forming a whole new atmosphere you’d never been in with him, the space between the two of you slowly closing before he reaches his hand to cup your cheek before bringing himself closer to you, Your lips finally touching. It was everything you have ever wanted in this moment, every single feeling you have ever had for him coming to the surface. His hand moves from your cheek to your waist, yours snaked in the hairs at the back of his neck lacing them through his brown curls. He grabs your hip pulling you closer to him until you take full action to climb on top of him, your legs straddling him, his hands readjusting on your hips slowly finding their way up your shirt meeting the warm skin of your back causing you to melt further into him. his lips firmly to yours, eagerly moving them. You cup his cheek. He finally pulls away looking back at you, his state soft and intoxicating, he looks at you both out of breath, your chest heaving and your heart rapidly beating. You can see just in his eyes that he’s asking for permission to move forward. You give him a soft nod letting him continue. He tugs at the hem of your top and you help him to remove your top discarding it to the passenger seat, followed by swiftly unclasping your bra and letting it fall down your arms. He is quick to bring you closer to him, his lips meeting your collar bone causing you to lean your head back letting out a quiet moaning breath. Frankie trailed his hands all over your body, kneading and caressing your flesh You pulled away out of breath “this isn’t fair” you laugh tugging at his shirt. “ I’ll make it even then” he says before crossing his arms to pull his shirt over his head discarding it with yours. “Much better” you laugh before giving him soft short pecks against his lips, before your hands slowly move to the buckle of his belt undoing it, him doing the same, unbuttoning your jeans pulling at your zipper before slipping his hands under the denim pulling it from your body and down your legs, lifting your legs to help him pull them off Adding them to the pile. Left in only your panties Frankie’s hands meet your thighs caressing the soft skin.

You move your hair off your shoulder allowing it to fall on your back. You lift your hips off of Frankie before helping him remove his jeans pulling them down his thighs before you lower yourself back down, your core meeting him. You let out a soft breath at the feeling. “ god I’ve wanted this for years” you sigh allowing you eyes to shut as you lean you forehead against his, your hands cradling the back of his neck “that makes two of us” he laughs reconnecting his lips to yours. he let his fingers tease your thighs, tracing circles on them gently, almost as he’s trying to comfort you. His hand moves to feel you through your underwear, finding the damp fabric there and groaning when your hips bucked up into his touch. Your soft moan made him let out a chuckle and he looked up at your eyes as your hand moved to hold his wrist trying to keep it in the same place not wanting him to move. Every gentle touch makes you whine, his fingers slipped into your underwear, finding the warmth of your center and bringing some of your slick up to rub your clit slowly. pressing his thumb to the small bundle of nerves, your chest heaving as he slipped two fingers inside of you. You break the kiss leaning your head against his, listening to the moans that he’s pulling from you before tilting his head to kiss your forehead his fingers working their magic, curling them inside you and bringing up the speed, your hand grips his wrist following him as he continues to push his digits inside of you. “Frankie” you cry out which encourages him to move his thumb fast against your clit. Butterflies flutter endlessly in the pit of your stomach. “Shit, shit, shit” you moan, rolling your hips into his next pump. “Fra-Frankie.” You whimper, biting down on your lip your entire body reacts when you cum. You stiffen, back arching. Your body slowly relaxes, melting right into him while you let out panting breaths. He lets you breathe for a little before he starts to remove your damp panties. easy to maneuver as he guided the material off your body.

He watched as he pressed the tip of his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing up into you, your nails digging into his shoulder, Frankie bottomed out. He stays still in you a moment to let you adjust, before you start to move on top of him, slow at first but quickly picking up the pace. You weren’t going to last long with the way he filled you, clenching around him, his hands on your hips guiding you against him. Frankie swore under his breath Which easily pulled a groan from both of you as he finally reached his high. You whimpered at the feeling of his release filling you, an absolute blissful feeling causing you to do the same. Letting your body relax into his still holding onto you resting your head against his forehead. “ Please don’t leave” you whisper to him “I have to” he replies, his hand on your waist thumb stroking against your stomach. Your hand cradles his face, your thumb rubbing against the stubble of his chin. “promise me you’ll come back” you ask him again needing to solidify his answer, you both sit in silence for a second just looking at each other “ I promise”

***

One month later

“ Benny I swear to god don’t stand up!” You all shout, you're all in the middle of the lake on a small boat shoving the five of you onto it which you're not sure how you haven’t sunk yet but Benny is really testing the capabilities of the boat, leaning side to side trying to tip the boat all of you yelling at him. “ Benny sit down” “that literally rule number one of boats don’t stand up in a boat” “Benny I’m going to push your dumbass into the water”

You cling to Frankie’s arm for dear life. Benny finally sits down evening the weight of the boat “you guys are such buzzkills” he pouts. You were terrified to see them all go not knowing what you’d do if you lost any of them. Once you found out that they were leaving you decided to apply for colleges to take classes for child education, if they were leaving this shit town then so were you, though it worked out both the way you wanted and the way you didn’t want it to.

You had gotten home and stared at the envelope on your bed you family shortly following you, you slowly opened the letter quickly reading the words in a mumble.

“ Y/n Y/l/n , Congratulations! We are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted into our University's child education program for the fall 2010 semester. We would love to meet with you on Thursday, May 23rd at 12:00pm.”

Your heart plummeting to your stomach while your family's cheers are slowly fading out as you are struck with the thought that this would be you last night, you no longer had as much time as you wanted all plans slowly slipping through your fingers. “sweetheart this is great-“ your mother encouraged, stopping when she noticed the expression on your face “what’s wrong” she asked her hand touching your arm trying to comfort you. “ I thought I would have more time” you sobbed your letter crumbled in your hands as you broke down. Your mother gave you a nod knowing exactly what you were thinking. You no longer had a month left, you had less than twenty-four hours.

You left your home running to Frankie’s knowing that you wanted more time, you needed more time.

You find your way to the front door making it to the kitchen finding his mother washing fruit in the sink. “ oh hi hun-“ she pauses “what’s wrong?!”

“ Where's Frankie?!” You urge “ he’s in the garage” she says she knew that if you needed him then you needed him no questions asked. You run out the back door towards the open garage, his grease covered shirt covering the muscles of his back. He turns to see who came out of the house your walk slowly picking up pace to a jog before you crash into him wrapping your arms around him tightly. “ hey what’s wrong” he pulls you away holding your face in his hands. Your tear stained cheeks, and red puffy eyes meeting his brown eyes. “ I got accepted” you sob “ that’s great, when do you leave! We should celebrate this weekend!” You shake your head knowing you're about to ruin every plan that he is thinking of. “ Tonight is my last night, I leave in the morning” Frankies face loses all hope, his smile turning to a sad aching expression. “Wow I- um- I’m really happy for you” he says softly, his head drops. You no longer had time, you no longer had room for everything you wanted to do, no longer had a month left, instead you had less then twenty-four hours before you’d leave your family ,your best friends and the love of your life who was also your first.

Frankie pulls you back into a hug, his hand rubbing the small of your back trying to comfort you. Balling up the back of his shirt in your fists. He cradles the back of your head, his lips meeting your hairline.

That was it ,your last night together, spent sitting around the place you knew as your safe haven though it wasn’t the place it was the people, the ones that had been through it all with you. You were now going to be separated for who knows how long. But that was your last night together.

That next morning was rough. You had spent the night packing a bag. Your family was going to pack the rest of your stuff you needed and bring it to you within the week. Though it was a five hour drive, it still wasn’t ideal.

Your car being packed with part of your life in it, you close the trunk, your eyes catching the boys making their way to you, you give them a sad smile in all of your time that you had known each other you had never been separated for more than a week or two but now you’d be going possibly months without each other. “Well this is it” you shrug “I’m proud of you” Will says, earning an elbow to the stomach from Benny “sorry, we’re proud of you” he waves his finger gesturing to everyone. You can feel yourself about to cry, biting the inside of your lip to try and hold it back.

You step to hug each of them after your parents. They each had a different hug but Frankie’s was the hardest to let go. “ Please don’t kill each other, and don’t get killed” you warn them as you're standing at the driver's side, the door open and the engine running.