I've been grounded for like ever. And I still am. An F in math gets you in a whole lot of trouble at my house.

I'll update when I can and if I can because I've been getting some free time xD

"Kiss me."

"Okay."

My eyes opened, and I instantly felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist.

"Good morning." A very seductive voice whispered in my ear.

I turned to see a smiling Frank, with smeared makeup and all. I untangled his arms and sat up, massaging my temples.

"Well you don't seem very happy this morning." He sat up with me. I could hear the sarcasm in his voice. And without looking at him, I knew he was grinning. "Was I that bad?" He chuckled, reassuring himself that he indeed was not. If anything, he was what everyone wanted in a lover. I knew that for sure.

"I'm just not feeling well." I said, not making eye contact.

I've never really had a one night stand before. Especially with a good friend. How did one study night turn into this? I've had sex before, but it all meant something to me. It wasn't just to satisfy my needs.

I'm not sure what I was thinking when I let him touch me and kiss me. All I knew was that I liked it, and I didn't want it to stop. And, maybe, just maybe, I'd let it happen again. And again.

I don't really know why I felt disgusted. Perhaps, it was the terrible break up I just had with Magenta? I mean I enjoyed the sex. The aftermath was terrible. I felt terrible.

"Well feel better." He pushed my hair out of my face a kissed my forehead.

"Hm. Thanks." A small smile spread across my lips, and I looked over at his face. His wonderful, beautiful face. My smile faded away. I was focused on him. His eyes, his hair, his lips. And without thinking, I leaned in to kiss him, which he accepted.

"I take it you enjoyed last night?" He pulled away, and began kissing my neck.

"Um yeah. Can we talk about that?"

He pulled away, and lay back down. He then turned and grabbed his box of cigarettes and his lighter off of my nightstand.

"Sure." He said with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

"Um, well. What does this make us?"

"What do you mean?" He said, playing with his lighter.

"What's going to happen to us?"

"Well I guess we'll stay friends if you want."

If I want?

"Well what do you want?"

"Erm.." He stared off with a nervous chuckle, and scratched his head. "Look, Riff. I love you. You know that. But I don't date. I like sex, and lots of it. With lots of different people. I just don't want to hurt you. I can't control my urges."

"Oh. I see." I was disappointed. God, ever since the break up, it's like I've been desperate for love. Any kind of love. If didn't get it I was upset, but when I ended up getting it, I felt, disgusted with myself. But I actually did like Frank. Something about him. I guess the look on my face said it all because sat up and kissed me ever so gently on the lips.

"Don't be sad." He stroked my hair.

I couldn't help it. I kissed him again. And then we ended up giving ourselves over to absolute pleasure. And it was great.

Hours Later.

Frank took off with some random guy about an hour after we had sex. I can't lie. I was a bit jealous.

"Mail's here." Magenta threw a package on my bed and walked out. We hadn't talked since the break up. We would occasionally, but it just turned into an argument.

I opened the package. Just a pair of shoes I ordered from a catalog.

I lay back down in bed, thinking about Frank. Thinking about us.