7 Minutes on Halloween Night: Frank and Nikki

A/N: This series is written from the girls' (my OCs') perspectives, forgot to mention that last time.

I held my breath as Frank put his hand into the box. He pulled out a guitar pick and I tried not to blush. But as I stood up, so did Anne Marie. I turned to her, "We both put picks in? That defeats the purpose just a little bit."

She nodded. "What color is it?" she asked her brother.

He looked down, "Purple." I sighed in relief and so did she. 7 Minutes in Heaven with your brother would be really awkward.

"Mine's neon green," Anne Marie said as she sat down.

I headed towards the closet, the door still slightly ajar from the last couple. I laughed softly in my mind. I almost wish the pick had been Anne Marie's, watching Gerard for those 7 minutes would be fun. I also wouldn't have to come to terms with my feelings for Frank.

Anne Marie shut the door behind us with a wink. I didn't know who that was directed at, but why would she be winking at Frank? As the door shut, the light went suddenly out. I thought a silent Fuck you to whoever put the closet light switches on the outside. I stood motionless, silent for a minute in the pitch black closet.

I heard a shuffling of feet in the blackness, and suddenly felt Frank's (at least, I thought it was Frank. I hope no one else is in the closet!) lips pushed roughly up against my own. I immediately responded, pushing back against him. We stumbled backwards, my shoulder finding a wall. His tongue slid across my lips, passionately but still asking for entrance. I opened my mouth and attacked him. I shifted slightly so my foot was resting on the wall, and without warning pushed forward.

We went tumbling to the floor, more like a wrestling match than a make out session while we both tried to take over. Soon I flipped him over and pinned him down, straddling his hips and holding his hands above his head. I could see (and feel) him getting turned on by my dominance. I leaned down to kiss him. Before I did, I whispered "How long have you wanted to do that?"

"For years," he whispered back. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, wiggling my hips and sliding down his body to lie on top of him. He pulled one of his hands free and slid it up my hip into my shirt. I kissed down his jaw and nipped at his earlobe, then gently kissed the delicate skin above his throat.

After another few minutes, I got up, straightened my clothes from where Frank had been attempting to remove them, and said, "Let's not tell them about this. It'll be great to see their faces when we come out and they think nothing happened." A look of hurt flashed momentarily in his eyes before he thought about the prank aspect. Surely he didn't think I was ashamed of him or something similarly stupid, right?

The timer rang, and we walked out trying to look bored. As I sat down next to Carissa, she whispered to me, "You know your shirt is on backwards and his lip ring is sideways, right?" and then laughed at the shocked look on my face. How did I not notice that?! "We all know you made out!" Gerard said loudly. "Very subtle, Gee," Anne Marie shot back at him, "They can play stupid if they want to." I glanced at Frank, who looked at me with puppy dog eyes. I sighed and went over to sit in his lap.