"That's my definition"
The next day she woke around one and took a shower.
"Where are you going?" Christy asked Cassandra as she went out the front door.
"Next door," she said before closing the door. She was wearing a black hoodie, jeans, and converse. Carmine answered the front door. "Hey," she said.
"Hello," he said giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Frankie's upstairs, it's the third door."
"Alright thanks." She went upstairs and walked into his room. He was taking shower so she just laid down on his bed and started to read a Sports Illustrated magazine that he had on his bed. He soon walked out of the bathroom with out a shirt. "I met him," Cassandra said pointing to a picture of Michael Phelps, "raced him too, won two out of three."
"That is amazing," Frankie said leaning against the wall. She looked up at him and smiled when she noticed how hot he looked.
"Oh, nobody told you? That's my definition," she said with a smile. She looked back down at the magazine. "He was totally hitting on me," she said.
"Well I wouldn't blame him, how could he resist?" he walked over to her and she stood up,
"This look works for you," she said.
"Thank you," he said putting his arm around her. Just as he was leaning in John walked into the room.
"Oh man, I am so sorry," he said. Cassandra pulled back from Frankie.
"Ever heard of knocking?" Frankie asked.
"Sorry," he said again.
"Its ok, did you need something?" Cassandra asked.
"Is Christy home?"
"I don't know, she might have gone into the city," she said sitting down.
"Alright thanks," he closed the door.
"Where were we?"
"Um, the moment was actually kind of ruined," Cassandra said.
"Yea, I guess it was, so I got the idea that maybe we could make dinner," he said putting a shirt on.
"That's a great idea." Cassandra said. They went downstairs and invaded the kitchen. Cassandra met Victoria and Victoria really liked her. Frankie and Cassandra sat down and started to eat. Halfway through dinner Cassandra's cell phone rang. "Excuse me, hello? Tonight? Um no, I don't want to bye," she hung up.
"Who was that?"
"Charlie, he said he wanted to race me again and that he was ready this time," Frankie stopped eating.
"That's means he is using the Corvette."
"Corvette?" Cassandra asked. Frankie nodded. "Is that what he considers his fast car?"
"Yep," he said.
"Ha," she took out her cell phone and called him back, "Hello Charlie?" she asked.
"Yea?"
"I'll be there, I can use any car right?"
"Yep," he said, he sounded confident.
"Alright," she said.
"Midnight," he said.
"See you there," she hung up, "are you going to come?"
"Yea, I'll see you there," Frankie said.
"Alright, I'm going to go, I need to get the car ready," she gave him a kiss on the cheek and left.