He hated Thursdays. Early morning hockey practice, school, and then therapy. On top of it all, it was the only day of the year where he would turn seventeen; this would never happen again in his life, and for some reason, he was glad. Seventeen was a shit age. So he wanted to hurry up and get onto eighteen.

Many things weren't too relevant in his life and birthdays were at the top of that list. It was just another year of being alive, which was something Cam never appreciated to begin with. Plus, what was the big deal about being seventeen, anyway? Nothing extravagant happened this year and it wasn't as if his own parents remember the day.

Eloise and Aaron did, though, and it was nice to wake up to breakfast in bed.

Except the toast was overly burnt, his cereal had ended up being soggy, and the fruit on the side tasted old. He still devoured it down anyway, being sure to thank the two afterwards. He was glad to at least be appreciated by someone, but after that small event, he was going to be sure nothing else special occurred on his birthday; he didn't deserve any of these pleasant gestures. And that was a fact.


Hockey practice? Semi-successfully done, but completely over with nonetheless. School? Still in to English was always the hardest, considering his locker was at the other end of the building. The actual classroom seemed to be a thousand kilometers through the halls was always the worst part too, but today was more distressing than others.
"Saunders!" was yelled throughout the hallway, which caused Cam to stop in his tracks. He knew that voice and it wasn't somebody he was in the mood to converse with. He was already practically late to his next class, so he didn't need any other distractions. But that thought alone didn't stop him from responding.

Turning around, Cam scoffed at the boy in front of him, beginning shaking his head at Zigmund Novak. "Yeah?"

"I hear you got a thing going with my girl."

Things sure spread fast, but Cam couldn't help but laugh again. "Your girl? She clearly isn't yours if she's screwing around with me." Rolling his eyes seemed to be the perfect action to go with that statement, so it's exactly what Cam did.

"She's just confused; she wants to try someone else before coming back to me." Zig's mouth curled into a smirk, confident with his next comment. "Whose fingers do you think she likes better?"

Campbell, who was about to reply with something much harsher, was able to catch a glimpse of Frankie behind the other boy. She had clearly seen them and appeared upset over the fact that they were speaking. Instead of carrying out the fight, all he did was return the same sly grin. He held up his fingers, squirming them around right in Zig's face. "These ones." He stated plainly before pushing past, rushing over to meet up with Frankie.

When he reached her, the locker door was covering her face completely, and he couldn't help but tap on the metal a couple of times to receive her attention. "Yo, nigga."

She slammed her locker shut, barely missing her fingers. "You're not black. Stop being racist." She turned to glare at Cam, anticipating how he was going to fix his greeting.

"Hi." He sighed, leaning against the locker next to him.

"Better." Frankie's smirk made his heart rate increase immediately. His knees went weak and he was suddenly glad his entire weight was against another object at that exact moment. It went away as fast as it had appeared, though, and suddenly she was glaring at him once more. "I saw you and Zig."

Campbell let out another deep breath of air. "I walked away from it, so why are you getting mad at me?"

"I never said I was." She smiled again. "How about after school we go see a movie?"

Nodding was the only response he found appropriate. Was this considered a date? He wasn't going to ruin anything and ask, and he knew if he opened his mouth he'd do just that, so he did everything he could to keep his lips pressed together. He could feel his pulse on his palms, working up his arms and reaching his ears. The pounding was sensational and he liked the way Frankie made him nervous.

"Great!" was the younger girl's next exclamation. She could already feel the eagerness in her emotions. Her grin grew even bigger as her eyes met Cam's, biting at the inside of her cheek to stop any unnecessary squealing from leaving her vocal cords. "I'll meet you on the steps then?" She paused to remind herself to breathe. "Uh, we'll walk! It's not too far. Okay?" without waiting for confirmation, she began walking backwards, the smile never fading away from her face even when she started in the opposing direction to get to class.


Her hand grasped onto Cam's desperately as the movie played through as if she were afraid to lose him. She didn't know why she was so stressed over the fact that he could simply leave her, because it wasn't as if they had anything official, but Frankie wanted to show how much she cared. She wanted this boy to know she didn't care about Zig nearly as much as she did about him. Her fingers continued to graze his palm, being able to feel the sweat glands beneath his skin working up. She assumed it was out of nervousness; why would he be nervous around her? Shouldn't it be the other way around? The only thing that caused Frankie's mind to never stop was the idea of him finding someone better. Maybe it wouldn't happen tomorrow, or in a week, or a month, or anytime soon, but what would stop him from leaving eventually? There had to be some older, and prettier, girl out there for him. Campbell Saunders could have anybody he wanted, and here he was, sitting in some dark theater with her- out of all people. She had a right to be insecure, but she was going to prove herself to him.

And she was going to do anything to stop these damn thoughts of not being good enough.

"Want a surprise?" She mumbled into his ear after leaning over and placing her lips as close as possible. She allowed her teeth to roll over her bottom lip, trying not to seem too anxious about what event she had in mind.

Immediately, Cam's eyes darted to look at Frankie, not being able to help but raise his eyebrows. All the younger girl could do was giggle lightly, sitting back in her padded chair again. "For not fighting with Zig." She paused, pressing her lips together roughly. "You're going to get a present, okay?" She continued to speak softly and slowly. Judging by the look on Cam's face, he had no idea what she meant. This caused Frankie to snicker once more, deciding against the option of explaining. Instead of saying anything, she moved onto the floor between the boy's legs, holding her whole body up by her knees.

Before any sort of protest could leave his mouth, Campbell's jeans were swiftly being unzipped, and his member was being pulled out in sight. Although, Frankie could barely see the organ, considering the darkness of the theater was currently surrounding them. The girl's hand began to lightly stroke him, causing his lips to form an oval shape.

"I've never done this before." Frankie muttered, referring to the whole blowjob ordeal. Zig was always hard and ready to go, so he never wasted time with any type of foreplay.

"Wh-what?" He stuttered, almost silently, observing as her head lowered into his lap. Her mouth moved over his already slight erection, allowing her lips to gently brush across the sensitive tip to see what reaction she could get out of him. No noise left his throat, but his entire body had stiffened. It was almost as if he didn't know what to do, and maybe this is what Frankie was trying to get out of him. She wanted to be spontaneous; different; wild... anything that made her something he had never experienced. She highly doubted Cam had ever done this in a movie theater before, so why not go for it?

"I'm.. We're supposed to be watching a movie.." She heard him whisper, but she rapidly pulled back to silence him.

"Shut up. I'm trying to be nice." Frankie snapped, still keeping the same quiet tone in her voice. The last thing she wanted was for them to get caught. When Cam had finally stopped talking, she began to persist her movements with only slight hesitation at this point. She wanted to do this; she needed to confirm that she was worthy somehow.

But Campbell didn't have any intentions of leaving, since he couldn't even if he tried.

Choking was something Frankie had wanted to avoid out of this, but considering her gag reflex was mediocre to begin with, so she couldn't help but cough briefly as she attempted to engulf more of Cam's shaft into her mouth. She could only hope that the small amount of sound hadn't caught anybody's attention in the theater, but the fear of that being the case caused her to release some of him from her in between her lips. His muscles were clearly even more tense than before, yet there wasn't any other signs of rejection, so Frankie assumed it would be okay to continue. She attempted to take even more of his erection into her mouth again, being able to hold as she let her tongue run over his slit.

Cam took shallow breaths, lightly thrusting into Frankie's mouth, not wanting to really hurt her. He swallowed, a lump in his throat as he ran his tongue over his teeth. She began to bob her head once she grew more confidence, causing Campbell to let a quiet moan slip from his lips. Automatically, his entire body became rigid, and he was overly terrified that somebody had heard him. When no attention was directed towards them, the boy relaxed, placing his hand on top of his own thigh. Digging his nails into his leg, he sighed softly, twitching inside of her mouth. He still didn't know if he should be doing this, but he couldn't focus on that right now; she felt so good on him, and if she regretted it sometime later, he'd apologize about a thousand times. But now that all this was happening, he wasn't sure if he could ever just leave her again. She wasn't just another hook up, this was…Frankie. She was special.

Frankie hummed with satisfaction, yet still trying to repress as much noise as possible, very pleased with his reaction. She decided to switch from her current maneuver, squeezing the base of his cock, causing Cam's hips to jolt up promptly. Grinning, Frankie started to move her hand up and down his shaft again while continuing to tease the tip with her tongue. She lapped at the pre-cum forming, feeling herself grow damp at the idea of being able to please Campbell, before engulfing him in her mouth and taking as much of his length as she possibly could, studying his reaction. Although it was extremely difficult to see, considering the theater was still dark. Frankie hollowed out her cheeks and began to bob her head furiously once more, hoping this would help bring Cam over the edge. It was successful, and when she performed a particularly hard suck, his hips lifted clear off his seat while doing his best not to cry out, his warm seed releasing into her mouth. She swallowed, knowing that if she didn't the evidence of them doing this would be clearly on the floor, trying to get everything. Some managed to escape her mouth, slipping down her face. After licking him clean, Frankie removed his member from her grasp, being as soft as she possibly could. "Uh..." The girl mumbled as she wiped her chin. She tilted her head at the taste of him. It wasn't delicious and certainly wasn't what she expected, but complaining about it now wasn't going to get her anywhere. She also didn't have anybody else to blame, considering this had been her idea in the first place. Briny would be the perfect adjective to describe the flavor, and even though she wouldn't gratefully swallow again, she would for sure do it if it made Cam happier in the long run.


The next day, Frankie was found dead by Mr. Hollingsworth because Cam's cum was full of STDs and poisonous. Mr. Hollingsworth became homeless and started living on the streets because his whole family was dead and Campbell blamed himself for Frankie's death. At the age of twenty, Cam died from all the STDs he had. Him and Frankie were buried together.

FIN.


A/N: I was going to take this story seriously but then I realized I hate this fandom but I really had to finish it or my anxiety would eat me alive so here we go.