#nsestarter

For a long time, he’d kept to himself. He wasn’t close with his family and didn’t have many friends. He’d changed his life completely, going from partying every night, getting drunk and getting high, sleeping around and just having fun, to living alone, at a quiet place, focusing on work and staying out of trouble. He was more than happy to join NSE and so thankful Cooper still wanted to be his friend. He had met new people too, made new friends and he was enjoying his new life. But some times it got too much. It’d been too long since he had to put a smile on for people. Too long since he had to keep it going even when he felt like shit, but he wanted to be there for his friends, look after them, be the goof that will cheer them up. So much had been going on, his friends had so much to worry about. They had it worse than him, and he couldn’t help worrying about them and often managed to forget he had to look after himself too. Maybe he was just homesick. Maybe he just hadn’t settled yet. Every time he went back to his room and closed the door, his smile dropped and he’d just hide under the covers and try to sleep so he doesn’t have to think. It was a day like that, that he made himself get out of bed, change to his black jeans and a Marvel t-shirt, grabbed his skateboard and made his way to Venice beach. He needed a distraction. He couldn’t just sit there, sulking and feeling lonely, feeling unimportant and forgotten and miserable. He had to do something. He woke up in someone else’s bed. They met on the beach. He’d said his name was Zane and he had no idea who Frankie was, something Frankie was thankful for. They’d skateboarded, had a few beers, before they ended up at a club, dancing and drinking through the night. A few smokes and a few drinks later, Frankie had forgotten completely that he was lonely and scared and his confusing feelings for Scotty didn’t seem like something he should worry about anymore. He just wanted to have fun again. So here he was. Waking up in Zane’s bed, with Zane’s arm over his chest and an awful headache. He had to get out before it gets awkward. Before it gets all cute and sweet and he has to worry about how he feels again. He carefully and quietly got out of bed, grabbed his clothes and made his way out of the bedroom. He wasn’t a jerk, he left a note for him on the fridge, even left his number. But he had to make sure he’s out before it starts looking like more than it was. Trying to ignore the headache, he made his way back to NSE, feeling worse than when he’d left. He looked up at the building and couldn’t make himself go inside so he just sat down at the side of the road, watching the cars.