#motorlv

MDNI

warnings: mentions of smoking pot and alcohol consumption, one afab term, slight intox-ed sex, manhandling/rough, implied unprotected sex (could be protected, up to you), gagging..lmk if there’s more to look out for.

you don’t remember what exactly lead you here.

first, you and frank went on a spontaneous date after an errand at the guitar shop. next, you were being dragged to a day club event that frank thought seemed cool. you probably had one too many but that could’ve been from some pot you guys smoked in the car.

the rest was coming to you in between blurs.

and here you are…

warnings/tags: meet cute (?), high school au, mentions of bullying, inok frnk, one use of y/n and one of the word “gorgeous”

GENDER NEUTRAL reader! not proofread.

a/n: yes, cringe and loser frnk (endearingly). i listened to this telenovela theme song again for the first time in years and got inspired. UPDATE: PART 2

it was another dull day for frank who’s a junior at this very preppy catholic school he’s been attending since forever.

the only “non-dull” part of his days there, aside from being shoved to the floor, inside lockers, and onto pile of bird shit, was the school’s music room. he’d sneak there during his study hall hour, which was surprising at first because the class to teacher ratio wasn’t big like public school. not that he really knows much.

another thing he enjoyed was running out of the school gates after school with his friend quincey. yes, run because for some reason the school security were to make sure you were picked up by your parents or guardians. something about keeping their students “holy” and “away from temptation," whatever that means. the fact that they even chase you down often made frank and quincey laugh.

that is what lead them here in a new bodega a good mile away from the school.

“how much ya got, frank?” quincey asked as he browsed the shelves of candy and chips like a man on a mission while holding a heckload of stuff already. it was rare they had enough money to spoil and give themselves potential cavities.

frank quickly tucked three bags under his chin, trying to pull out his wallet. “hold up, man.” frank was trying to not look suspicious so he walked a little while counting his money as best as he could.

suddenly, he collided with a person. hard enough somehow that said person hit a shelf and let out a surprised oof.

“oh, shit! watch where you’re—” frank looked up at you, but was quick to eat his words.

“dude, you were the one not looking.” you retort quickly, rubbing your sternum where his shoulder collided with. “jesus. for someone as short as you, you pack a fuckin force.” usually, you don’t swear at people you’re not familiar with but the damn collision caught you off guard.

frank was still looking at you, only with his mouth slowly gaping. fuck, they’re gorgeous, he thought. he noticed you were wearing casual clothes but had a backpack on one shoulder.

you kind stood there with growing concern cuz he hasn’t said shit.

“you good, man?”

frank snapped out of it. “uh, yeah. sorry for running into you.” he kinda stumbled over his own words, which made you chuckle a little.

“don’t worry ‘bout it. you kinda had me worried there.”

fuck, that was embarrassing, “well, it’s not often i,uh, run into people,”

“maybe it shouldn't be,” you laugh a little. this guy’s kinda cute but real silly. you look at his uniform, or what was hanging onto him. he wore familiar slacks, a while button up open a few buttons by the collar. “you go to st. pencey?”

again, it looked like frank snapped back to reality. “yeah, i’m a junior there.” he got clammy but you didn’t notice. you just looked at his face while he scurried around his brain to keep the conversation from going downhill. “uh, you go to revere?”

“nah, phoenix.”

“that’s far from here…?” no shit, almost five miles from here, you thought. “what brings you all this way?”

“are you this air headed or is it an act?” you eyed him unabashedly this time. “people can travel, you know that right? thought catholic kids are the smart ones.”

oh, yeah, that got frank hooked.

“okay, damn. you wound me.” he played it off. you scoffed at his chance at pivoting away from his flustered state.

“honest answer?” frank gave you a sure shoot look. “i like staying out the house as long as i can.”

i like that too (who doesn’t?).

frank was about to say something but quincey popped up. “dude, what’s holdin you up? thought you didn’t have enough, so i paid—” he noticed frank was burning holes into you, “oh.”

you looked up, smiling easy. “sorry for holding your friend up, man.”

“name’s quincey.” quincey shook your hand, “see you’ve met frank.”

your brows raised, “guess i have, nice to meet you guys.” frank’s name actually suits him. “i’m y/n, i go to phoenix high.” you didn’t notice quincey elbow frank.

nice name for a nice face, frank face palmed internally.

you looked down at your watch for a split second, noticing it was half an hour til 6pm and you weren’t too familiar with the bus routes here. your parents give you shit every time you don’t haul ass in time. ugh.

“hey, it was nice meeting you two. but gotta bounce, you know, parents.”

frank visibly deflated. “oh, right-yeah. see you around—?” you were already booking for the bus stop three blocks down.

“yeah, yeah! take care, frank, quince!” you shouted over your shoulder, getting a few looks.

for a moment, the two friends stood in the middle of the bodega with a catchy spanish song on the speakers.

frank was given a playful push, “the hell was that, frank?”

“i, i don’t know. i just ran into em, literally, and—”

quincey snorted, “jeez, you’re like a deer in headlights.”

“shut up, man,” frank was quick to retort, “i was normal as hell, don’t know what the fuck you’re saying.”

“sure, sure. if there was an award for the most painfully obvious, you’d be nominee number fuckin one.” frank pushed a laughing quincey back, taking the bag of goodies and bolting.

MDNI

warnings/tags: nipple clamps/play, masturbation, nsfw photograph, memory of sex, mentions of making out

GENDER NEUTRAL reader! not proofread.

the band had just finished up a basement show, the other guys went out to get some late night dinner since they ate hours before the show even started.

frank said he’d catch up with them, so the guys drove off to the nearest open diner with cheap yet good food. frank walked from the venue (basement) to the motel they were staying at.

he unlocked the door with a bit of a struggle, sighed in relief that he didn’t have stay out for much longer since people were passing by him and he definitely didn’t want to be caught dead with a growing hard on.

warnings/tags: fluff, pot smoking, stonerbf!frnk, GENDER NEUTRAL reader

a/n: wanted to try something. not my best work ik. sometimes you just need pot, yo boo (frnkiero), and sleep. i found the mj brick funny lol

happy birthday to my diva wife frankieeee !!

you had a shit day from the moment you woke up all the way to your shift at a café you’ve been working for long time now.

don’t get me wrong, you love working there, with the cute cups the lattes, iced and hot coffees, and even hot chocolate you’d make in, you got along really well with your coworkers.

but today’s midday rush was not it, some woman—probably in her late 30s—just had the most complicated order. some of the stuff she wanted was very scarce behind the counter because most people don't order stuff with it. yet, you were able to compromise with her over the stuff the café didn’t have.

you were relieved for a second until you noticed her watching you like a hawk and murmuring shit under her breath. you were more than open for her to say something but she didn't.

so you can only imagine the woman's reaction after a sip and unsubtle passive aggressiveness that left you so ticked off, even hours after the interaction and clocking out.

you were still grumbling on your way to your apartment, giving short but polite greetings to the nice elderly lady who sat in front of her apartment door every late afternoon.

usually, you took the stairs up to your floor but it was too much of a drag today. so happy elevators exist.

you finally made it to your apartment, impatiently yet sluggishly kicking off your nonslips, sweater, and throwing your bag somewhere before plopping onto the couch.

a door opened and out came misfits blaring, you groaned when your boyfriend of three years poked your head. “frank, can you not be an ass right now?”

frank chuckled, “bad day?”

“shit day.”

“wanna tell me about it?” he asks leaning on the back of the couch. you can just see his smile without even facing him.

him being a bit of a meanie by still poking you (frank wanted to see your face), and the blaring of music, it all just made you groan again. “fuck no. if i start, i’ll be on a roll, y’know that.”

“okay, well uh you don’t work tomorrow and i’ve got an idea.”

“idea?”

“yup, think you’re gonna like it, babe.” that made you sit up, and look over at frank.

frank held a bag of weed nuggets from his hoodie pocket in one hand. “been saving this, and since you had a shitty day, you deserve it more.”

you look at the bag for a while more before reaching over the back of the couch to kiss frankie’s cheek and swiping the bag. he went back to his room for a water bottle he just finished.

frank hasn’t been working lately—he got fired from his job a while ago, so while he cut and tweaked the water bottle, you wondered how he was able to afford this bag. you couldn’t help but ask. “how the hell did you get this?”

“uh, a guy who knows this other guy—" shit, his finger jammed—“owed me a solid.”

you hummed, “wanna elaborate?”

frank opened this box he had full of stuff for weed, many of em are handmade by him. he pulled out a cut marker, a piece of tinfoil, and a torch lighter. “what if i don’t?” frank pushed his luck, chuckling a little and trying to see if you’d smile. newsflash, you didn’t.

he saw you roll your eyes, which made his smile falter. “okay…uh, do you wanna talk about your day?” you were still feeling crappy that you didn’t notice frank was asking the same question.

“no, not really.” you reply as frank comes to sit beside you, taking the bag. “woke up to the neighbors yelling, and then you weren’t home so i didn’t have anyone to bitch to ‘bout em.” you faintly smile, “if you were home, i probably would’ve felt less fucked.” you sigh, “there was some bitch at work.”

frankie ground up some the nugget, perked up since you weren’t very prone to call someone that from work and even in general. even he knew how much you actually liked your job and the regulars who are chill. “shit, that bad huh?”

you watched frank settle the ground up onto the the foil in the cut marker. “people can’t just be nice anymore. actin like it costs em an arm and a leg, even for the bare fuckin minimum.”

you were about to say more when frankie brought the mouth of the bottle to your lips. frank being sweet, “have the first hit, babe.”

you accepted, of course, closing the distance from the bottle as frank ignited the lighter.

bong water bubbling.

________

five hits in and a couple of chips and instant noodles later…

you were sitting between frankie’s legs, back to his chest and his arms around your waist. you were giggling at something stupid he said about the woman. frank liked to rest his chin your shoulder but he loved it when you’d throw your head back laughing tucked under his chin.

“you think…there are decent people out there still, frankie?” you asked. “people who are..i don’t know, understanding or open minded?”

frankie rested his cheek against your head, “I think there are. you know how i know that?”

you hummed.

“because you exist.”

“you’re just saying that, aren’t you?”

“hell no, i mean it. you’re nicer than i could ever be, especially with the woman incident. remember when i got fired?”

“hm, that was about a month or two ago. not gonna lie i was out of it, so not really. why?”

“some guy thought he can say shit about you, you heard some of it but didn’t want to spend your energy on some fuckwad like that. you told me it wasn’t worth it.”

“you ended up beating his face in when he called me a slur.”

“damn right i did.” you two laugh again. “point is, you are so damn good that the world doesn’t deserve you. seeing the way you are in everything you do, there’s no doubt that decency, kindness, and open mindedness still exist.”

you turn to face frank who just looked at you with his hazel green doe eyes and cute smile. the two of you share a few kisses and a long hug that lead you two to fall asleep.

MDNI

warnings/tags: sex worker! reader, p in v sex, implied nipple play, constant use of “you”, constant use of afab terms, feminization, friends with benefits, blowjob/skullfuck, unprotected sex, mean frnk, handful uses of “fat”, name calling/degradation, breeding kink -->> AFAB! reader a/n: wrote this a long time ago, uploaded on ao3 but took it down cuz i got insecure. in the original: it was frnk and a male oc, and was supposed to be a series that became dead dove. this part in particular is just very self indulgent… think of legalize gay/bearded/stubble frnk. i need that man BAD in every unhinged way…

it was probably past 10pm on a friday.

thud-thud-thud.

“oh, shit! aren’t you a good bitch?”

you only moved back onto the man, mentally elsewhere. you thought about the last hour with the said man, thought about the wife his client has back home, feeling for her. you faked a moan, “mmhm…” grinning a little at the older.

this was just work for you, just another clock in.

“how-shi-how much did you say again?”

you’re a fuckin’ regular is what you wanted to say. you’ve been fucking this guy for the last two months every other day. “650.”

“is it more if i toy with your tits?” for a guy who's been going out of his way to see you time and time again, he was just starting to get the courage to do more.

ugh. “200,” yeah, you were fucking with him. no way in hell would you go lower for this piece of work.

cue you zoning out.

***

you were fresh from a shower, sitting on the couch with a vitamin water and some tv dinner you whipped up. “nothing good is on. fuckin’ paid programming.”

the front door opened and closed, you were still contemplating whether you’d want to watch that strange film you began to watch two weeks ago or go on an endless button press trip through on demand.

“hey, doll” a man greeted.

“hey, frankie.” you turned to smile with teeth at the other. “how was collect day?”

frank sat down next you, rummaging around his backpack and pulling out two stacks of rubber-banded bills. “went well. though, some prick thought it was a good idea to run when i went to collect what the last three weeks he’s owed.” frank put the money on the little table next to your dinner. “what about you? were the clients alright?”

you beamed as he turned over to grab your purse beside the couch. you pulled out a large stack of cash, messy but still a lot. “made 5,500.” you hand frank the money, “some of em still owe, though.”

“y/n, were they alright with you?”

“one of em just sucked my nipples,” you made a face, laying back against the cushion. “it was whatever, man.”

frank held your hand. it’s not unusual for you two, people would think it would be between friends. but for business-partners-roommates-good-friends with benefits?

you looked at frank for a split second before launching onto the older, straddling him. you both kissed with all teeth and tongue, no buildup cuz right away you slid off your cotton shorts and underwear in one go. frankie went to unbuckle his own belt but you beat him to it. mind this, you were still making out, and you were determined.

“gimme that dick~” you whined, grinding on the man’s growing boner. you love dick, but could be a bit picky when it comes to the sex being out of work.

“hmmmmmn, yeah,” you jam your clit under the hood of your mound with the head of frank’s dick. frankie sucked the living shit outta your neck. “look, frankie…” you gasped, pulling your thick mound back to show off your aching clit while using your other hand to brought frank’s tip beside it. you giggled moaning, “hm, you’re so fuckin big.”

__

f: “OH, FUCK!”

you fucked your own face with frank’s cock, slapping said wet cock on your tongue and even going so hard that his cock would bend poking either of your cheeks. every time that happened, frankie got mean. he’d grip your hair and “help” (read: call you a slut and pump up into your throat three times each time that happens).

frank cums in your mouth and spurts some on your face. you swallowed, smug smirked and jumped back up onto frank’s lap to kiss him.

you laid back with your head on a throw pillow against the arm rest, your hands pulling your legs apart by the back of your knees.

your cunt spread in all its glory.

frank felt his dick hard again, “you’re so beautiful.”

you huffed, but flushed and clenched on nothing, “shut up and fuck me.”

you two ran out of condoms probably two days ago, though you had some in your bag but it was in your room and you wanted to get fucked right now. oh, well, you’re on birth control anyway. shit, i’m on birth control… you remembered.

just when frank was about to fetch for your bag, you were quick to stop him. “i’m on the pill, frankie...c’mon.” you toyed with your clit. “come gimme your big fat dick…”

“fuck, doll.” frank was on you in an instant, “your cunt is so fuckin fat.”

you moaned, toes curling. you were quick to welcome your roommate’s cock inside you. you have a thing for a mean streak (like very very into it that it’s concerning).

frankie thrusted mercilessly into you, you clawed at frank’s back and trying to buck up in time with his thrusts.

you tend to change positions during rounds.

this time you were on all fours with Frankie’s tattooed hand in your hair keeping your head dug into the couch cushion. you love doggy style, just something about it. your slick running down your thighs and the slap slap slap of your bodies. frankie spanking your ass is the cherry on top for you two.

f: “fuck, yeah… you like that, sugar? getting fuckin bred like the bitch you are?”

y: “you know it, franki—“ frank spanked your mound from under, “—HMMN! fuck!” you arch and bounce back on the man’s dick.

f: “yeah…fuck yourself on this cock.” frank kisses your back.

by the third round, you’re riding frank in reverse cowgirl. you have the stamina of an olympic gold medalist. frankie pulling at your hair.

you bounce on cock like you were made for it, falling back onto frank’s chest bouncing and grinding. sucking on each other’s tongues.

once you felt the third hot load of cum fill your wrecked (read: well-loved) cunt, you squirt on frankie’s cock and spunk.

warnings: usual swearing, high school AU

GENDER NEUTRAL!reader NOT proofread

a/n: PART 1; long overdue part 2 BUT no reader appearance—more quincefrnk bestie centered; part 3 otw?

“ow-”

“shut the fuck up.”

quince threw at frank when he jolted from the sudden cold of the frozen pack of vegetables. the owner of the bodega is a very sweet, middle-aged hispanic woman, she was at the teens’ side when frank rocked his shit.

"¿cómo te sientes, muchacho?" the woman asked as she examined frank's welt, "sí te distes un buen putazo, eh."

quince snorted, frank looked lost when he asked, “what’d she say?”

“don’t worry about it.” quince only laughed harder, earning squinted eyes from frank. “okay, okay. here, man.” he stood with his hand out for frank to grab.

in broken english, the woman was genuinely concerned as she asked what made frank so blindsided. quince spoke to her in fluent spanish, trying his best to make frank less embarrassed than he already was.

“necesitamos llegar a casa de mi ‘ama. la mamá de mi amigo también está ahí esperándonos. y pues no es la primera vez que nos dan bronca.” quince was able to bring this together, just good enough to have the kind woman nod in understanding.

“ah, bueno. tengan cuidado,” she looked at frank, “un día se puede abrir la cabeza con tanta fuerza así.”

frank looked back at quince who translated for em, “she’s telling you to be careful, man.”

“oh, uh, gracias…?” frank stumbling with his pronounciation. “what’s her name?” he whispered.

“her name’s doña liz.”

“doña liz, thank you,” he took the frozen pack off his welt, “do you—¿te regreso?”

doña liz softly shook her head, “don’t worry, eh.. tengo varios porque pasa los accidentes. llévatelo, mijo.”

a few minutes later.

they were walking for about ten minutes, frank noticed people eye him. “how bad does it look?”

“like you went O to one with a wall.” quincey snorts. frank shoves him, “jesus, that fuckin bad?”

“you’ll be fine. it ain’t your first time, right?”

“running into a pole, yes. welt, no.”

time skip

they were walking up the neighborhood to quince’s place, frank was still feeling his welt and grumbling.

“so…” quince started as he ate a couple m&ms.

“what?”

“you met quite the person back there.”

“oh, uh yeah. i guess…”

quince snorted, “you guess?”

frank groaned, “i don’t know man! you ever get that feeling you just—i dunno, wanna get to know someone?”

“well, yeah.”

“and get this feeling in your stomach, it gets so bad that it makes you nauseous as hell?”

“that’s quite the description. but, i understand.”

“ugh, damn. they just had to be from all across town.”

“motivation for you to finally get your license.” frank pushes quince to the bushes, or at least tried to. “it’s long overdue, no?”

frank shakes his head, “y’know why i don’t want to get it yet.”

quince sighs, “you’d prefer to spend an hour’s walk, or even a bus, over a twenty minute drive.”

“is that so bad?”

“hm. no, but it’s not ideal since we’ll be graduating sooner than it looks. probably goin to college, start new jobs—whole nine yards.”

frank laughs, “that’s if things don’t change.”

“you want em to?”

“yeah.”

they were walking up quince’s driveway to the side gate of the backyard. quincey looked through the window, “our moms’ not here, thought they’d be.” frank was elsewhere mentally, quince noticed of course. “they seemed really nice, man. i like them. especially for you, if that helps.”

frank facepalmed, “should’ve asked for their number,” and winced while quince snorted, “fuck.”

quince unlocks the door and opens it, “for what it’s worth, you’ll see em again.”

frank wonders how he scored such a half glass full of a friend.

it was thursday and there was no school the next day, so frank slept over.

dreaming of you, of running out of the preparatory and going to see you. hell, maybe even catch you at the high school football game (he’s never even been to one). or to just catch you on the street.

thing is, he couldn’t fall asleep easily. that song at the bodega playing on a loop in his head, not understanding a single word of it. yet, he felt all fuzzy.

five minutes later, it was if the universe heard frank. quince asks,

“you wanna go to the football game?”

frank tried to draw out his answer so he wouldn’t embarrass himself, “why?”

quince sighed, “maybe we can catch the last game so that we can get used to em for senior year?”

frank snorted, “yeah, right. as if i want to support the biggest assholes of all pencey prep.”

“well, it’s not that. besides, most of em will be gone by next year. or, your friend may be there, who knows?”

frank didn’t answer, which made quince chuckle. “you’re so fuckin obvious, dude.”

“shut the fuck up,” frank kicked quince’s shin, earning a hearty laugh from quince. quincey’s older sister in the background:

warnings:meet cute, high school/senior year au, use of y/n, use of “pretty”

GENDER NEUTRAL!reader not proofread

a/n: characters are 18YOs. circa early 2000s. inspired by a movie&music. part 2 idk…

it was a saturday and a nice day outside. okay—maybe a bit too warm for spring, but still nice.

despite that, you and your friends were at a shopping center. think, an outdoor plaza right on the pier. you guys were checking out the little stores, from boutiques to decorative shops. your favorite being this little turkish furnish shop with these jaw dropping colorful lamps!

another favorite of yours is, of course, this record store across from that shop.

this record store was quite chill with everyone to the point where they allow customers to get a couple listens in from the media.

as of now, you were checking out a cd from an artist you began to like.

two songs in, one of your friends incessantly tapped your shoulder.

“what?” you were about to scold em til they tilted their head toward the big window facing the walkway of the pier.

“this guy’s been lookin at you,” jesse excitedly says.

“really?”

“uh, yes! he’s been at it for like five minutes.”

you fully turn towards the window, catching the guy’s eye and making him quickly look away. “aw, man. why’d you look?”

“dunno, wanted to believe you.”

“and?”

“and?” you were trying to put the cd back in its case.

“go talk to him!”

you chuckle, “why? what if he wasn’t really looking?” your hands tremble. what’s there to look at?

“y/n, you are one stubborn being. just—oh, shit! he’s here!”

you were quick to fully turn to jesse, your ears going red at the mere thought of a guy having any sort of interest in you. your sudden turn caught your other friends’ attention, having them stand by and getting a quick catch up.

jesse kept motioning behind you, you kept shaking your head.

“jess, stop.”

“just say hi! what’s so bad about that?”

“look at me!” you motion to your black baggy pants and dark green, long sleeved shirt. “i look homeless.”

“since when do you care?? you always dress like that. BUT you’re good looking, dude!”

“nuh uh. it’s different.”

“dude, just talk to him! he looks real chill.”

you feel kinda nauseous thanks to that heavy fuckin feeling in your stomach.

“the worst that can happen is him flat out ignoring you. y/n, you’ll be okay.”

still, you shook your head. jesse sighed and swiftly made you do a 180 and the first thing in your proximity is THE guy:

with the doe-est of eyes you’ve ever seen looking at the cd shelves as nonchalantly as he possibly could, his friends were scattered around the store. you assumed you were hallucinating about the top of his ears turning pink.

jesse whispered to you, “love you. now—,” they nudged you forward.

the guy turned to you and smiled nervously, but damn, that smile had you. had you by the hair, limbs, everything.

“you like converge?” he motioned to the cd you still had in your hand. “halo in a haystack’s a nice listen.”

“oh, uh, yeah. i think converge is neat.”

“you should definitely give this one a try,” he pulled out a cd from the shelf about to hand it to you.

“petitioning the empty sky?”

he looked at you with surprise. “oh, shit, you know it!” he seemed excited, which made you smile in both relief and genuine contentment.

“yeah, my favorites are anithesis and shingles from that album.”

“shit-uh, sorry, i mean, that’s really cool,” frank trailed off with a silence following it for a second. you two stand there, frank suddenly perks up. “oh, i’m frank—by the way..”

you smile endeared at frank’s awkward charm. “i’m y/n.” You weren’t sure if a handshake would be good, so you awkwardly offer your hand.

to your surprise, he accepted it and his grip lingered. “you have a real nice name, y/n.” frank blushed and smiled at you.

“hey, frank!” one of his buddies called him, “let’s go check out that funnel cake spot.”

“uh, yeah. i’ll be right there!”

frank turned back to you and just realized he was still holding your hand, quickly letting go and apologizing for the abruptness. you chuckled a little cuz you found him silly yet endearing. “is it okay to ask for your number?”

“oh,” you were pretty surprised that this real cute guy just asked for your number so soon! “yeah.” you write on this random receipt you kept in your tiny wallet and handing it to him.

frank looked at the scribble and smiled yet again, “thank you, y/n. it’s really nice to meet you.”

“yeah, you too.”

you thought for a second on what else to say but frank’s friends were already dragging him out the shop.

when they were gone, jesse and your friends come back into the shop. jesse had a shit eating grin on their face, “so?”

you roll your eyes and flip her off, “i don’t even know if he’ll call.” jesse happily flipped.

three days later, 4:36PM on a thursday...

the telephone in your bedroom rang—well, all the telephones did. you reluctantly answered, assuming it was yet another telemarketer.

“hello?”

“y/n?”

that had you sit the hell up.

“frank?”

“how are you?”

on the other end, frank was with a friend at a pay phone downtown. he was smiling into the receiver.

you smile so hard you can’t stop. “i’m doing okay, hope you’re doing well. i wasn’t really sure if you were gonna call, actually.”

“yeah, about that i got caught up with school. sorry for not reaching out sooner.”

you shake your head, “don’t worry about it. i’m pretty swamped with school stuff, too. but…” you thought about what you’d say next, “i’m happy you called.”

“well, it’s rude to keep a pretty person waiting.” you hear his friend tease him, which made em laugh. “but, really, i mean it.”