#thread ft. eli

[frankiepucker]

tagging: frankie + @eli-stjames​ where: st. james shed when: idk a school night where this shouldn’t be happening

frankie puckerman was a lot of things, but drug dealer was not one of them. she had always told herself that she would never reach the level of wanting to deal drugs to people, especially when she had so much fun consuming the drugs. however, things changed and people changed. it had only taken a quick conversation with tommy ryerson before she was given the instructions of arriving at the residence of eli st. james to help with a recent shipment that she was breaking down to sell. it was possibly one of the worst ideas, but alas, she followed what she was told and was positioned in front of a small work bench, fingers messing with the buds of weed in front of her. “this shit is boring,” frankie complained, knowing it was mostly on her. ever since homecoming, frankie’s normal talkative ways had taken a dip. she didn’t want to talk about anything anymore but with eli st. james? she wanted to talk even less. while she didn’t know the full story, she knew that her best friend, cam, was heartbroken and eli was the root of the hurt. it wasn’t fair to not hear her side of the story, but frankie had never been a pillar of good morale grounds. “you’re telling me you never fuckin’ smoke this shit? i’m moments away from getting tommy on my shit list.” she was sure she would have fun once she was making money but the concept of standing in a strange shed with eli? not worth it in the moment.

[frankiepucker]

@eli-stjames​

frankie mostly lived her life without regrets. regrets were for sappy people who constantly criticized their past decisions and actions, and for frankie, that was a little too much. however, she was having a lot of issues with the way that she had left her last conversation with eli st. james. in the moment, the possibility of a physical altercation occurring between them followed by a very angry frankie storming out had just seemed right, but the more she reflected on it, the more frankie knew what needed to happen. she needed to apologize. frankie puckerman was not a woman that apologized frequently, but whenever she felt the need to, she knew that she had genuinely fucked up. “please don’t punch me,” frankie mumbled lowly as soon as she began pushing eli towards the girl’s restroom instead of into the classroom that eli was obviously making her way towards. the bell had already rang for the changing of classes to begin, but it was a better time than ever for frankie to get her mind out there. as soon as they were in the bathroom, frankie finally let go of eli before she was sliding sweaty palms against her jeans to try and center herself. “i owe you an apology.” sometimes frankie forgot that saying those words didn’t insinuate the true apology, but she was trying.

[frankiepucker]

Frankie Puckerman had never once claimed to be a good person. Did she think she was the worst in the world? Absolutely not. She had done some shitty things in life, but most of the time, she was certain that the good things she did in life cancelled out the bad. It was a weird way of thinking, but Frankie had never been the type to fully think her actions through... which might have explained the sinking feeling in her stomach as she laid in her own bed and stared at the ceiling. She felt like crap, but that was to be expected after the caliber of partying her and her roommates had sunk to the night before. The full gang was back together, so it was only fair that Eli and Zoe continue their vacation vibes with getting as drunk as possible. What Frankie hadn’t been expecting was falling into Eli’s bed almost as easily as she had the first time around whenever the night was coming to an end.

The first time it happened, it was a total accident. Too many drinks had been poured and after not finding someone to take home at the end of the night, Frankie and Eli found comfort in one another instead. It had been awkward the morning after, but it was pretty clear between the two of them that whatever had happened was out of entertainment alone. There were no kind of intense feelings that the pair were harboring for one another, especially with who Eli was in Frankie’s world. The past was the past for a reason, but it didn’t stop Frankie’s mind from spiraling from time to time about how she had slept with not one but two of her best friend’s ex girlfriend. However, it had happened again the night before and Frankie couldn’t find it in her soul to give a damn. They were just having fun. It wasn’t serious. But it still didn’t stop her feet from dragging as she left her room, knowing Zoe was gone and a rather awkward (?) conversation was about to take place. “Hey you,” Frankie muttered as she stepped out of her room, immediately clocking Eli eating breakfast in the kitchen. “Is there anymore coffee left?” She asked, not even caring about the lacking of pants that she had on. They had seen more than enough of one another from the night before, so why not be comfortable? @eli-stjames​