trying on a metaphor
blake kathryn
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@frankiecorners
anita--fong:
“I was free. Then you decided to tell that idiot joke. So now I’m not.”
“You made plans while we were talking? But you weren’t on your phone- or- ohhhh.” Dumbass self.
Frankie shrugged, “oooookay. What about this one? ‘Are you my appendix, because you’re giving me a funny feeling in my stomach and I want to take you out.”
aeoniiaan:
There were times Leia Rookwood looked at the faces of cute boys and wondered to herself how many people before her had held back from punching them in their cute, symmetrical faces. This was one of those times. “On a scale of one to faux fascist white supremacist orange devil electing hot mess? I’ll pass.”
She scrunched up her nose. “Try again. Or not. I think I’ve lost enough brain cells from this conversation.”
“Passing up on a faux, fascist- whatever is probably for the best. I wouldn’t want to date a faux fascist whatever.”
Frankie knew that he wasn’t that smart. Sometimes he didn’t realize that people were actually being rude to him until hours later, if he thought about the interaction at all. But he had been picking up on it more than ever recently, which he attributed to his sobriety. “it’s possible to lose brain cells from a moment of exchanged words? That must rough. I do talk a lot though so your statement makes sense to me.”
nathanieltvft:
“terrible. is it your newfound sobriety that’s dulled your edge so much? they’re never gonna fall for that, corner.”
Frankie blinked at him, and then vigorously shook his head, “I don’t think my sobriety has dulled my edge at all. I think the ladies like sober Frankie.” He liked sober Frankie.
He shrugged, “Never much been great with words anyway, you know that. I’ll keep the lines in my back pocket and continue banking on my handsomeness.”
“On a scale of one to America, how free are you tonight?”
“Was that bad? How about, do you have a band-aid? ‘cus I just scraped my knee falling for you.”
marccantonio:
Marco laughed and shook his head while the two made their way down the hall. “I don’t know what to do with you sometimes, Frankie. But if any of your girls come crying to me again I think I’ll lose it. This tournament is supposed to be a well deserved vacation since I’m not planning to seriously compete.” He grinned though his head throbbed. He was distracted by the new environment and the new faces he was coming across that it made him walk a bit faster. It was still strange being in a new school, but it was a welcome change. Maladh was gorgeous and incredibly different from their beloved Castelobruxo.
“¿Qué estás haciendo güey? D-Did I hear you right? Because it just sounded like you said you’re swearing off women.” He let out a loud laugh that echoed down the hall. He turned his head towards his best friend in disbelief. “You’re not serious right? If you are, who are you and what have you done to Frankie?”
“Oh come on, I’m not opposed to the idea and believe me, it’s great to finally have an even playing field where you haven’t messed with more than half of the options but, eh, I don’t know. I just…” Marco shrugged. They’d finally entered the dining hall and the babbling of the sea of students drowned out his thoughts before he could explain further. “There’s too many students here.” He explained over the chatter.
“You don’t have to do anything for me, not anymore. And if any girl comes your way give them the number for-” He paused, “phone number two. Not the primary one, that one is for business.” Also, friends, family, important people. Literally any person he actually wanted to speak with. The elusive (elusive because Frankie rarely acknowledged its existence) phone number two was filled with sketchy messages with no names assigned to them, contacts of people Frankie never talked about or had even met, and more-than-emergency contacts. Phone number two was rarely used, rarely mentioned, and rarely even acknowledged. Frankie, who had had the phone before he had started at Castelobruxo, had never even let Marco see it until, like two years ago. The phone had also become more than just his connection to the sketchy Loxias world, but also the number her gave out to random girls he wanted to avoid. It was either that or have to keep up with a third phone.
“What do you need a vacation from?” Frankie asked loudly, “I need a vacation, rehab does not count as a vacation.”
“’aw common now. Who am I without the constantly shifting cast of characters, including woman, in my life? As one of the few mainstays in my life, you should know better.” They turned the corner, faced with a large group of people. “Seeeeee, this is what you get for not getting out of bed when I told you to. Look-” He pointed, “Look how long that waffle line is. Let’s go stand in line while I once again lecture you on why I do not care if you happen to sleep with the girls at Castlebruxo that I’ve, you know. I don’t think it all that matters.”
marccantonio:
“You’ll really treat me this way after all the times I’ve been so good to you?” Marco shook his head and gave an exasperated sigh. He pushed past his best friend and rubbed his eyes sleepily. It took all his strength to stumble over to the small bathroom door. Once inside he splashed some cool water on his face and began brushing his teeth. His eyes glanced up at his reflection and shuddered, he looked like hell and he felt like hell too.
“Yeah yeah. They’re practically the same aren’t they? But I doubt either girl will care about the other one. Neither seem to be the clingy type to me. But anyways, what are you planning to do about it then?” Marco wondered aloud. He gazed at his tired reflection. Eyes looked red and hungover while his curly brown hair looked disheveled as always this time he made no effort in attempt to fix it. Instead, he scrunched his nose at his reflection in defeat. “Estoy crudo, culero. I’m basically done.” He placed his hands on Frankie and shook his best friend’s shoulders as he headed out of their dorm.
“Let’s go. I wanna get to the waffles before they run out again.”
“You have been so good to me, in fact, I’m spoiled. I’m like a spoiled child, spoiled by-” he forgot where he was going with this, so he turned his attention to something else while Marco got ready, organizing his shirt drawer. “Too good-” he shouted over his shoulder, “-you should have walked out years ago.”
“What? No, no. I’m not doing anything. Not a thing in regards to my love life. Sober Frankie is a non-messy Frankie”, he gave a small laugh, he couldn’t take himself seriously
“You know who’s not had a significant other in like, all of history?”, Frankie turned back toward his friend, “Marco Antonio Carrasco. You know what? I’m swearing off women until we find you a suitable fling. How hard can this be? Your only prereqs are must love animals and must know that I love Frankie most.” He shrugged and followed Marco out of the room. “I’ve never understood how it's possible to run out of waffles, you know? Broken machine? Empty pan? No batter? Well, yeah okay I guess I could see how someone could run out of waffles. So much could go wrong. We better get down there.”
notttobe:
“Ah. I thought that we were not going to speak of that again? But it is best you not forget it, even if I do not intend to cash in the favor. Consider it one more reason to continue your sobriety streak. Is that going well for you?”
“Right, right. On the down low, I get it. Can’t let everyone know-” Frankie raised his voice, “-that you’re the real mvp.” A few eye rolls, Frankie didn’t mind.
“For you? Anything. But, It is going so. well. Thanks for asking man, it means a lot, really.
marccantonio:
Marco jolted awake at the sound of his best friend’s voice and sat up in his bed groggily. “I’m awake.” He said unconvincingly. He was barely awake and yet his body was up and moving anyway. His hand ran through his disheveled hair before squinting in Frankie’s direction. “Frankie. I love you man but you need to slow it down, I’m hungover as hell. My ears are ringing and I can barely understand what you’re trying to say.” Marco laughed a little.
“Last summer fling and Mirela…” He repeated what he had gotten from the blur of words. “And something about a ski slope?” He said, shrugging on a shirt and slipping on his jeans in a daze. “What else is new? Didn’t something like this happen to you already? Just hide and wait it out I guess.” Marco shrugged and chuckled at his friend’s dilemma. This kind of thing wasn’t uncommon so Marco was the least bit surprised. “Let’s go to that ski slope after I get some food in me. I’m starving.”
Frankie sat down on his bed and began to lace up his sneakers, “I will not slow down just because you drank too much last night- ah-” He looked up, meeting his friend's eyes, “How the tables have turned.”
“No, no, do not, in your confused, hungover state, use summer fling, or well, last summer fling, and Mirela in the same sentence. Weirds me out man.” He crossed the room to one of his still unpacked suitcases and began rummaging for a belt. “No, nothing like this has happened for-” ah ha! There was his belt, “I’m not a hider nor a waiter-” he began to put his belt on and mumbled, “I will not be hiding or waiting or- man it’s been like two minutes already, who are you trying to impress when you have already impressed the most important person in your life? Me. Rapido, por favor.”
Frankie liked to think of himself as a morning person, he really wasn’t. He nodded, he was also very hungry. “Okay, okay. Food, and then we’ll go find the ski slope.”
vegasxxrenee:
“Frankie?” The blonde whipped her head around, grinning upon realizing the source of the voice. She had known there was a chance they would run into each other at the tournament but it was a pleasant surprise nonetheless. “It’s so good to see you!”
“Well, when you put it like that it sounds much worse! They aren’t so bad, you know… Bernardo sent me off with a bonus check when I told him I wouldn’t be coming back over the holiday break! I told him it wasn’t necessary, but he insisted.”
“Ah! It’s nice to see you too”, should they hug? They should hug. He pulled her in for a half-hearted sort of half-hug. Ah fuck it, he turned it into a real hug. He didn’t half-ass these things.
“Mmmmmmm, Vegas-” He pulled away, with his hands on her shoulders, “That’s some, well earned on your part I’m sure, shady ass money. You know why we sent cousin Bernardo and his crew to Canada? I've told you this four times and I’ll tell you again- shade-ee.
// @marccantonio
“Bro- it’s been like, eight hours since I last saw your face and I need to catch you up.”
“That girl that I met while on holiday last, like last summer, not the summer we just got out of. summer, I’m pretty sure I told you about her. She’s here. So is the one from my trip to rehab in the Netherlands. And Mirela, you know, family friend Mirela? Russian Mirela? Pretty sure I’ve made moves on while I was drunk, Mirela? My worlds are fuckin’ colliding and I’m freaking. In other news, there’s a ski slope in the mall. What? Muggles man. I don’t know either. Let’s go.”
fcnna:
“ Are you always this much of a jerk? ”
@frankiecorners
“But I said that you could have half of my orange. I’m not going to give you the whole thing, I’ve only got one. I can’t give you all of me, you know.”
soundcndfury:
“All… right? I’ll bite if you tell me why we’re getting one.”
“What? You think there’s a gimmick or ulterior motive? I just want a smoothie. A banana and mango smoothie. If I have that I will be content with my life today and the next.”
ofthundcrstorms:
“Less tedium, typically. But then, plenty of people also think Celestina Warbeck is just swell.”
“I think Celestina Warbeck is great, ma’s got all of her albums. And, well, you don’t know her, but she’s got impeccable taste.” He didn’t know what tedium meant, but he didn’t want to let her in on that.
// @vegasxxrenee
“Hey, look who it is, the den mother of the Luxias extended family mafia.”
“Did you finally tire of packing snacks for smugglers? Did the air conditioner in that shitty warehouse break? Did Bernardo finally snap?
dragcmircv:
“she only calls you that when you aren’t pissing her off, francisco.” mirela laughed softly as her eyes grazed his face. it was a relief to hear he wasn’t planning on seriously competing. it would definitely be a distraction if he were to go against her. she didn’t know how good at the tournament she would do if she were to worry about his well-being at the same time.
“so you’ll be out there cheering for me instead? good. i won’t have to explain to your mom why i’m better than her son in this tournament.” the girl tried to hide the grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. it was best to hide the satisfaction that washed over her otherwise, frankie’s head would get too big and she’d never hear the end of it.
mirela bit her lip as she listened to him speak. of course she had been worried for more than a moment but she could never admit that to frankie. seeing him before this had always left a sickening feeling in her stomach, the effects of his abuse were apparent and she had felt helpless as she did her best to care for him. you really are oblivious she thought to herself. if only frankie could see how she felt. “yeah, i’ll come with you. i think i need to walk a bit before i become one with the wall.”
“I think I would make a fine competitor”, He shrugged as he began walking toward the drink table. She had just been joking, yeah? And even if there was some truth to her words. Mirela would make it far in the tournament. For one, she was bloody smart (an area in which no one ever seem to let him believe that he had any strength in). This is our eldest, Fransisco, he’s nice. He heard his mother’s words in his head. A bit simple that one, but he’s pretty. He remembered a peer say about him back in fifth year.
As his thoughts, swirled, the smile did not fall from his face and they reached the drink table. He scanned the options, wanting for the first time in weeks to crack open the vodka and get pleasantly buzzed from a few shots. Snap out of it, he told himself as he reached for the pineapple juice (which was likely meant to be used as a mixer, but whatever).
“Hey, do you wanna get out of here? Or get some air? Or somethin’?”
ofthundcrstorms:
“And you think that would be any less of an eye sore?”
“Probably not.”
“I mean, you do you, but there’s plenty of people who think I’m pretty nice to look at.” He shrugged, “Whatever floats your boat though, senorita.
