Another short one! Columbia/Frank is surprisingly inspiring... Richard O'Brien owns them all.
Family
They had dated for three weeks, three weeks that felt like a blink of the eye or like an eternity, depending on the situation. Time lost its meaning when she was with Frank, her world spinning out of its axis, the whole universe shrinking into oblivion. When she wasn't with him, time stretched like bubblegum, minutes crawling away, making her miserable and moody until she heard the faint rumble of his pickup truck approaching. Her friends were angry with her because she didn't have time for them anymore; her family noticed her change and voiced concern. She couldn't bring herself to care about other people and their worry though, her new boyfriend on her mind constantly. Whenever they met, they met alone, partly because she wanted to have him all for herself, partly because he showed no interest in the other people in her life.
Everything appeared dull and grey without him, but when he came to pick her up, his presence made everything so much more briliantl and vibrant. One whide smilie of that beautiful mouth switched on the colors in her life, everything else lost its meaning. As she sat in his car, ridiculously happy, babbling about her day and singing along loudly to the songs on the radio, she belatedly realized that this time, he neither drove them to downtown nor to the lake or the drive-in cinema. Instead, he took a remote country road which led them through a thick, dark forest, away from her familiar town. Confused, she broke off mid-song… "Hey baby, where are we going?" He briefly turned to her, grinning... "I thought you might be interested to check out my humble abode" before turning his gaze back to the street ahead.
Columbia lost her train of thought, turning nervous. His 'abode'... he took her to his place? So far, he hadn't talked much about his background, his home or the people in his life, evading her questions or asking her something in return that made her prattle on about something else. She didn't know wheter he lived alone… Did he plan to introduce her to his family? She looked down at herself, her cut off jeans shorts and the lowcut, glittered tshirt he liked so much on her…. hardly the right attire for a formal parental introduction. Suddenly she felt insecure… what if she made the wrong impression? Nervously, she started rummaging through her bag, looking for a brush and her makeup. He noticed that, took one of her restless hands into his.
"Are you… do you live alone?"
He smiled slightly.
"No sweetheart, you'll meet Magenta and Riff Raff today."
"Are they family?"
He seemed puzzled at that and thought for a moment, turning serious, his british accent more pronounced.
"We're not related. But… they're all that's left. I don't have much contact with my family anymore."
Something unidentifiable resonated in his voice… sadness, contempt, longing? Columbia couldn't quite place a finger on it, but she didn't dare to ask, since he just opened up a bit. She hoped he'd share more, but he turned silent now, focusing completely on the serpentine road. She took his hand which still held hers in her lap and kissed his fingers. As she got his attention and he briefly turned to her, she smiled sweetly.
"Frankie… I'm excited to meet them."
That brought back the usual amused look on his face and he chuckled slightly.
"I'm excited for you to meet them too actually. Consider me shivering in antici…."
He trailed off, his voice in a deep, dramatic whisper as he drove through a rusty gate and pulled into an overgrown, unruly driveway. Her mouth fell open when he parked in front of his 'humble abode'.
"…pation."
Frank is so hard to write... *sigh* I must have seen the RHPS literally 100s of times and yet when I write a scene with him, my mind turns into Frankie-Fangirl-Mode and all I want do is worship him ;) Please let me know if his voice/tone sounds off...