So, I've been busy and this story has been on my mind since I started high school. And I'm trying to use titles now so some might make sense and some might not. But ya'll might like this so... smooches. Love ya'll, enjoy.
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The Party
Frank and Rachel didn't talk that much for the rest of the week. There was a 'hi' here and there but not a conversation. He dreamt about her for at least three nights. Rachel always died a little when he would just walk past her and not say anything. She never felt that way about any guy that she only talked to for less than five minute. As usual she had to figure out a way to talk to him.
At lunch, she spotted at his usual table reading his book. "I'll be back," she said to Andre. "Going to talk to the future father of your children?" Andre teased. Rachel ignored him and went to Frank's table. He didn't notice her walking up to his table. He heard someone sit down but didn't look up. "Is anyone sitting here?" he heard an angelic voice asked. He looked up and saw Rachel. He threw his book in his backpack so fast that if you blinked you'd miss it. "No, you can sit here if you want to." Rachel took a bite of her brownie and looked at Frank's lunch and saw a flower in his bag. "Whoa, is that a purple rose?" she asked amazed. Her favorite color was purple. Frank reached in his bag and grabbed the flower. "Oh, yeah. My mom puts these in my bag every day. She says that you never know when you are going need to sweet talk someone," he looked at her fascination with the rose and said, "You want it." Rachel's face lit up. "Really? No I can't, your mom gave you that." "No you can have it. It's better than not lasting a day in my backpack," he held out the rose to her. Hesitantly, she took the rose. "Thank you," she said, "I wonder what purple roses mean." "Well being a florist's son, I know what every rose means." "What about purple roses?" she asked. Frank knew what it meant it was weird telling her what it meant. "Uh, it means," he paused for a moment, "It means love at first sight." It got real awkward real fast after he said that. Rachel smelled the rose and smiled. "Well this is the most beautiful rose I have ever seen." They sat in silence for a few minutes. "So Farmer, I wanted to ask you something," Rachel said. "What?" "I was wondering if you were going to the school pajama party tonight?" she asked, "As the party manager I have to get as many people to come as possible." Frank thought about it for a moment before asking, "So do I have to come in pajamas?" "Yes, if you don't, I would tie you down and glue my grandmother's nightie on you," she joked. Frank chuckled. "Well if I can borrow my dad's truck, I will definitely come." It took everything inside Rachel from expressing her excitement. "Okay." Just then the bell rang. "Do you want to walk with me to class?" Rachel asked. "Okay."
"So, you want us to let you go to a pajama party till when ever you feel like coming home in my car?" Herb asked when Frank sat his parents down and explained everything. Though he left Rachel out of the conversation. "I wouldn't put it that way, but yeah, I guess." "Honey I don't like the idea of you going to a party where there isn't an adult's supervision," Katherine said. "Come on mom, it's at the school, I'm sure there will be some adults there," Frank argued. Katherine sighed and looked at Herb. "Well, what do you think?" she asked her husband. "I think Frank is old enough to go to a party at his school. But, boy if you crash my truck, I will have your ass," Herb warned. "Got it, thanks you guys," he ran upstairs to his room.
When Rachel got to the party, and it was in full swing. She search for Andre and as usual, she found him spiking the punch. "One of these days you are going to get caught," she said. "Come on, it's only wine and you love wine," Andre said. "You know I want to stop drinking, at least until I'm twenty-one." "But it's your favorite, grape." Tonight Rachel just wanted to have some fun. "You know what, pour me a glass." "That's my girl." When Rachel started to feel just a tiny bit tipsy, she stopped drinking the punch; she didn't want to look like a drunk.
Frank had been at the party for about ten minutes and hasn't seen Rachel yet. "Hey, you want to dance,"' a girl asked. "No thanks, I don't dance," Frank said. "Then why did you come?" she asked. "To listen to music." "If you like music we can go to my place and make some of our own. My parents aren't home," she slurred. Before Frank could deny someone did for him. "Toni, you are drunk and slutty, go home and take an aspirin," Rachel said standing next to Frank. "You don't tell me what to do Marron, and besides he wants to come home with me, isn't that right?" "Uh, no thanks," he said. "You heard him 7-11, blow away slut," Rachel told her. Toni mean mugged her and scoffed and walked away. "That was a little harsh," Frank said. "Sorry but if you turned her down she would have never stopped," Rachel explained. Frank looked at her up and down and his teenaged boy hormones went crazy. She on a tank top that said 'I'm Sexy and I Know It' and short striped pajama shorts. "Nice PJs," he said not thinking. "Thanks it was this or just a long jersey, I know, I look trashy." "No, you look hot," Frank stopped and realized what he said, "That didn't come out right. What I meant was you look, well you look-" Rachel cut him off. "Shut up and dance with me," she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the dance. She let go of his hand and started to dance. Frank froze. "Let me guess, you don't dance," Rachel said still dancing. "You guessed correctly." Rachel laughed. "Let me take another guess, you know how to dance, but you don't like to." "You are very smart." "I know," just then a slow song came on, "Give me your hands." "Why?" he asked. "Just do it." He smiled and put his hands in hers. "Okay," she put on his hands on her hips and her arms around his neck. His teenaged boy hormones were really going beyond crazy. "For a guy who doesn't dance, you are really light on your feet," Rachel complimented, "I bet every girl you've ever dated was swept off their feet." "Well I never really dated a girl," Frank admitted. 'Okay, now I got him' "Really, a good looking guy like you have never had a girlfriend?" "Nope, never." "Never, dated a girl?" "Nope." "You never… kissed a girl?" "If you call being conned by a friend into volunteering for the school kissing booth kissing a girl then yes, I have kissed a girl and raised 300$." "Oh, then that's not a real kiss, that was business not pleasure." "Well, then I have never had a real kiss for a girl." "Mhm," was all she said. Then the DJ turned on another slow song. Rachel kept her eyes on Frank's the whole entire time. "You know this slow crap is getting on my nerves," someone said. "Oh God," Rachel whispered. She knew that voice; it was a voice she wanted to avoid. She slightly turned her head saw her ex staring at her. "Frank, do me a favor?" she asked. "What?" "Hold me closer." "What?" he asked shocked. "Just do it." Quickly he pulled her closer nearly hugging her hips. Remember when I said that his hormones were beyond crazy, well now they were going Brittany Spears crazy. Rachel's arms were wrapped around his neck very tightly. "So Rachel, you found someone else to screw," the boy said. "Just ignore him, Frank," she whispered. "Hey, why are you going to disrespect the guy you lost your virginity too." Rachel sighed. "Who is this guy?" Frank whispered. "A liar," she answered. "Aren't you the jackass who was at the pep rally staring at my girl?" Frank looked at the guy and held Rachel tighter. "Alright, I see how it is, but this isn't over sweetheart," the boy said and left. Rachel let out a sigh of relief. "You can let go of me now," she said. "Oh," he let go of her. "Come on let's go outside," she grabbed his and took his outside.
"Who was that?" Frank asked when they got outside. "I told you, he is a liar." She sat down on the stairs and ran her hands through her hair. "I'm confused, can you at least tell me who he was." "He is my ex. His name is Tyson and he is a liar." "Okay," he sat next to her, "How is he a liar?" Rachel sighed. "You know I am a very good listener," Frank said. "We started dating last year, when I was a sophomore. I am gonna be honest, I'm not the best Christian in the world but I try to be one and as people may find it hard to believe, I am a virgin and I plan to stay that way until marriage or until I know I'm really in love. Tyson thought that he could break me and he try. When he would he hinted that he wanted to have sex with me I would just laugh it off and say I'm not ready. One night he went too far trying to break me of my abstinence and I almost broke something of his." "I'm scared to ask what it was," Frank said. "You should be. But after I did that, he got mad and started some rumors that I did something some stuff I would never do." "Again, I am scared to ask what they were." Rachel chuckled. "Well enough about me and my problems, I'm trying to figure out how you never dated a girl before, please tell me you're not gay because I already have one crazy ass gay friend, I don't think I can handle another," Rachel said. "No, I am definitely not gay and I don't know why I've never been on a date before. I just got accustomed to be alone and I think sometimes I'm happy with it." This was Rachel's chance to pounce. "So have you ever wanted to go on a date?" "I'm a guy, of course I think about but who would want to go out with a shy guy like me." 'Oh my God, he is so cute when he's naïve,' Rachel thought. "Well why don't you ask me out?" she asked quietly. Frank's heart almost exploded. He heard what she said but his brain didn't want to believe it. "Well, would you say yes?" he asked. Rachel smiled. "I don't know, you have to ask me first." He chuckled a little. "So, uh, Rachel?" "Yes?" "Would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow?" he asked nervously. Rachel put her finger on her chin acting like she was thinking about it. "Hm, it depends on what you plan on doing," she said. "I'll figure it out." "Okay, I would love to go on a date with you tomorrow," she said. They sat there in silence for a few minutes. "We should get back inside. I want to see how drunk Andre is," Rachel said standing up. "Yeah, good idea," he got up and followed her back in the building.
