*Frank's POV*

I've packed my things and now I'm on my way to a new life.

A life of working and trying not to die everyday.

Fun.

I can't seem to fathom how normies do it... finding a place to live, working all the time, limited amounts of free time.

It sucks.

I've only been out of the castle for a few hours and I'm starting to get sick of being un-royalty.

I mean, I'm just sitting here in this bar drinking like there's no tomorrow.

If I get sick there is no tomorrow.

I sneezed on the way home. That's not a good sign.

"Another shot ?" The bartender, a tall skinny blond man, asked.

"Please?"

He poured me another shot and stared into my eyes. "Prince Frank. I hope you feel better. I honestly do."

I swished around my drink and smiled up at him. "Thank you, kind sir. What is your name?"

"Riff Raff." He said taking a seat on the other side of the counter.

"You're actually going to sit here and talk to me?"

He shrugged. "Its a slow day. So can you tell me exactly why you're not at your fabulous castle?"

I sighed and stared into his face. His little grin was kind of cute. "I have the big A and my mommy kicked me out." A tear rolled down my cheek.

"Aw there's no need to cry. My mom kicked me out, too. Its better by yourself." He assured. I noticed he was grinning.

I smiled back at him and there was a slight pause in our conversation.

"Y-you know that if you need anywhere to stay... Prince Furter, you are welcome to stay with me."

My face lit up. "Really?!"

He nodded. "I close early today. In fact you and I are the ones here, so I can close right now. Let me get my coat."

I made sure all of my luggage was unbothered under my seat and he walked out of a room with a trench coat and a fedora. "Are you ready to leave?" I nodded and we walked out of the bar.

It was starting to rain and he noticed that I was starting to panic so he offered to fetch us a cab. When the driver pulled up, he looked in the rear view mirror and he winked at me.

Ew.

When we got to his house I noticed that there was a certain smell of something sweet in the air.

"Magenta?!" He called out. A girl with fluffy red hair ran into where we were.

"Sup?" She asked calmly.

"Were you baking again? It smells like fucking cookies and unicorns in here." He said, slightly annoyed.

She smiled and twirled a piece of hair around her red painted finger. I think she noticed me looking because she asked Riff Raff who I was.

"You brought home another boy, Riffy? I hope this one isn't like that last guy; he smelled."

I laughed and he sent the girl back to her room. "Ignore her. She likes to torture me."

"She's precious. I really like her name, too." I assured.

He showed me where to put my bags then told me I was to he staying with Magenta.

"Are you sure? I mean considering the fact that I'm 28 years old, I've also been accused of sexual offences more times than I've had a birthday."

He laughed and put his hand on my shoulder. I felt a little jolt of energy in my stomach. "Magenta is a lesbian. I'm not worried about her. Its you I have to look out for."

Magenta came around the corner of the hallway and sat on the couch next to me. She stared at me and I looked at her out of my eye.

When she continued to stare I asked her "Am I disturbing you?"

She shook her head. "Nuh uh. I'm trying to understand how the hell he managed to pick up such a cutie like you."

I blushed. "Aw. You're adorable, too."

Riff Raff sat down with us a gave his sister a firm look. "Prince Furter is our guest for a while so I'd like you to be respectful."

"Please don't call me Prince. My royalty has been void since this morning. Just call me Frank or Frankie."

"Can I call you "Oscar Mayer?"

"No."

Magenta shrugged and pulled her phone out of her pocket.

"Magenta. Is Columbia coming over anytime soon?"

That must be her girlfriend.

"She's on her way now. She wants to meet Frank."

He stood up and walked to the kitchen. "We're having pizza for dinner!"

"Its only 5:00!"

"I'll order it later! Go clean your room." He said.

She left and closed the door. He sighed and looked at me from where he was standing in the kitchen. "Is there anything you'd like, Frank? Water, tea?"

Sex.

"No thank you. I was wondering... why was Magenta asking about me like I was your..."

"Boyfriend? Remember when I told you that my mother kicked me out? Its because I'm gay."

"You and Magenta. Which explains why she lives with you."

He nodded.

Poor boy. What kind of transylvanian doesn't like gay people? Gay is like a second language on this planet (glitter is first). Whatever that woman's problem is, she should really rethink her priorities, because Riff Raff and Magenta are decent people.

*Riff Raff's POV*

I'm starting to notice why so many people say that he's got the eyes of Satan and a voice to match. We're only making small talk, but I'm trying to keep myself from smiling every time he opens his mouth to talk.

I hate how Magenta keeps cock blocking me. I mean nothings ever gonna happen, but hey. A guy can dream right?

Columbia burst through the front door and yelled. "Mags! I'm he-are!" Magenta ran out of her room and jumped into the arms of her beloved girlfriend. She kissed her and brought her over to the couch to meet a smiley Frank.

"Frank. This is my girlfriend Columbia. She loves you." Magenta said.

I could tell Coco had sparkles in her eyes. I also noticed she was wearing her "I Fucking Love Frankie" shirt she made on Frank's birthday.

Frank turned in his seat and faced Columbia. "Well hello there." He said.

Columbia squealed and Magenta squeezed on her hand. "Calm down, baby."

"I'm sorry. Its just that, this is the ONLY man in the world that could make me straight. Bisexual. I love you too much, Mags."

She kissed her on the cheek. And Frank stood up and shook Columbia's hand.

"Well its always nice to meet a fan. But I never thought i had "fans." Just groupies."

"She's a groupie in her fantasies!" I called from where I was standing and walked into the living room where everyone else was.

Columbia smacked me on my butt as I walked past her. "Magenta. Get your groupie."

"She's Frank's groupie." Magenta corrected me and Frank laughed. I could tell he really appreciated the attention from them. Like he doesn't have many people who actually care about what he thinks.

"Frank, do you like my jacket?" She turned around and he laughed as he read its bedazzled words.

"I really love it. And I very much appreciate how much effort you put into loving little old me."

She smiled and then Magenta dragged her off to her bedroom.

"Columbia's a real sweetie." He said.

I nodded and I noticed out of the corner of my eye he was looking at me.

"Is there something on my face?" I asked.

He shook his head and made his way over to me slowly. I stood there like a statue.

"I just wanted to let you know that I really, really do appreciate this. A lot." He said in a sultry voice. He stood right in front me and put his hand on the chair I was leaning against. "And if you'd let me... I like to," he put his lips against my ear and whispered "repay you."

I gulped and replied back as calmly as possible. "Maybe another time. Not while the girls are here."

He stepped back and swallowed whatever he was going to say to me.

"Okay. I'm going to go out for a walk. I'll be back in about an hour or so." With that he left the house, and left me wanting him more that i already did.

I can tell this is going to be an interesting experience.