Catching Feelings Chapter 15: A Zankie Fic
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i really hope you guys love this as much as i do.
*Zach’s point of view*
I was sitting in the airport waiting with what had to be the world’s goofiest grin on my face. It was the same grin that had been reflected in the mirror when I was getting ready that morning and no matter how hard I tried it wouldn’t budge. The grin probably had something to do with what was on my mind. It was Christmas Eve after all, and except for the few people rushing towards the exit to get to family dinners with presents and luggage in tow, there wasn’t much to focus on. I’d been thinking about the conversation Frankie and I had in my bedroom for what felt like an eternity and without him there it didn’t really seem like there was much else to focus on. I just kept thinking about it as the scene played back behind my lids. His lips…..the way he looked at me…..Telling me everything I ever wanted to know….
“I love you.” I mumble kissing my away along his throat. “So much.”
He lies in my bed, shirt tossed to the side and pants somewhere on the floor, but my door is locked so we don’t care. I feel so young when he’s beside me, like I’ve missed out on the teenage love experience and we’re making up for lost time. I stare at him running my fingers along his lips and wonder how I’m so lucky. He’s everything. I love him soooooo much. I can’t stop saying it, it’s so intoxicating. I wonder what he’s thinking about when he gets that crinkle in his eyebrows. I wait, knowing he’ll tell me when he’s ready, and of course he does.
“We need to talk about something.” He says holding my hand.
“Mkay what about?”
“Do you remember what you said to me on the plane? On our way back from the AMAs?”
I shrug softly. “I don’t know.”
And I do. I remember every word because they never leave my head. Every time he leaves I think the same things over and over again. Our future. How he really feels about me. How I really feel about him. It crowds my brain every second of every day, choosing the worst moments to appear and drown me in the words. I don’t know how he feels; we haven’t talked about it yet, and I don’t know if now is the right time. If there’s ever a right time.
“Well I do. You told me some pretty serious stuff about how you feel about me. Stuff that you’ve never really admitted before.”
I bite my lip nerves fluttering within me. “I was tired Frank . . . I—I probably didn’t even really mean anything by it. You know how I get when I’m tired.”
And the brightness in his eyes dims and confusion washes over me. Did he like what I said? Did he feel the same way? What was the right answer here?
He looks down and traces patterns on my skin. “Well that kinda sucks cause… I was gonna say that maybe I feel the same way.”
I freeze. “Really?”
“Well yea.” He pauses and keeps his eyes on my chest before continuing. “You said that you’re scared, that you think you’re not enough and that I’m gonna leave you. What you don’t seem to realize is that you’re twenty-four years old and you’ve got the world ahead of you and I’m… my clock is ticking. I love you. Like that means a lot to me, to love someone and care for them. I want you to be happy and I want to be enough for you. I don’t want you to need anything else, but I know that that’s not realistic. You think I’m gonna leave, but the reality is I’m still waiting for you to miss vagina or boobs or whatever else it is that a woman can offer that I can’t. If this ends badly you get to walk away and keep trying, keep discovering who you are, what you want from the world. For me? I give up. Cause if I can’t have you like this, forever? I’m never gonna want anything else.”
His eyes gloss over, and I know that our bodies aren’t close enough. I wrap my arms around him pulling him into my chest thinking that this is the only way to keep us whole. His chest touches mine as I pull his chin up so that our eyes lock. It’s not enough to know how he feels; I need him to know that he’s wrong.
“Frankie you’re so…You’re such a dumbass. I say that with love.” I groan.
“Huh?”
“First of all it doesn’t matter how old you are Rose, every single time we go out and I can’t hold your hand to show that you’re mine one in two dudes check you out. You could have any guy you want. But none of that matters cause I don’t want anything else but you. And as long as you want me we don’t have anything to worry about right?”
A small smile forms on his lips and I’m about to die. “Yea. I just wanted you to know that you’re not the only one who gets scared. And I’m not gonna leave you because you’re not ready to go public either babe. I’ll wait as long as you need, I just want you and that’s it. I don’t need public displays of affection. This isn’t about fame or a tv show or any of that to me. This is about us, how we feel about each other. I love you, you crazy ass boy.”
I can’t help but smile. “Yea?”
He pulls me closer eyeing my lips and I know that everything is going to be okay. Just as long as my family doesn’t hear us having sex for the next two hours.
“What are you thinking about?”
I looked up at Nonna who was giving me that smile that says she already knows the answer to her question.
“Guess I just miss Frankie a lot.” I shrugged.
As if to prove my point Frankie showed up then attacking both Nonna, and I with hugs like he’d been off at war. I think we both missed him so much though that it almost felt like he had been off at war. We still couldn’t kiss in public, nor was I even supposed to be there, but Ari and Joan were at home getting things ready for Christmas, and Nonna didn’t wanna go alone so we headed out together. I actually thought that Nonna liked spending time with me. She always held onto my arm when we walked, laughed at my jokes. Maybe she was just being polite, but I like my vision.
“Get the fuck over here.” Frankie demanded impatiently the second we were in the car.
He could still kiss like nobody’s business and I most certainly didn’t mind. Nonna also never interrupted those moments for us, to the point where I almost felt comfortable kissing him in front of her. I’m not so sure whether that’s good or not. His tongue found its way around mine causing me to stifle a moan with his mouth. I don’t know why Frankie does these things to me, like I have self-control or something. I ended up pulling away gasping and clutching at my heart.
“Drive the car you jackass. I don’t wanna die before my first Christmas.” I muttered
Nonna found this to be especially funny.
It was my first Christmas with the Grande’s and I’d been thinking about it since Frankie invited me. I couldn’t think of any family more festive. I mean Frankie got off the plane with a Santa hat on and started blasting Christmas music the second he got in the car, granted it was his sister’s Christmas music. They made everything feel so light and cheery that I couldn’t even find it in me to get nervous. I was kind of used to everyone at that point. They all accepted me, and I accepted them. It was weird.
“Here my love!” Frankie smiled skipping towards me with his arms behind his back.
“Don’t tell me it’s mistletoe. That’s not very creative baby.”
Ariana gasped from her spot at the three. “MOMMY, NONNA; ZACH JUST CALLED FRANKIE BABY! ADORABLE ZANKIE MOMENT NUMBER ONE ON THE BOARD!”
“There’s a board?” I asked.
“There’s an actual board.” He chuckled.
It wasn’t mistletoe; it actually ended up being what Frankie called a Yamaclaus, the perfect combination of a jewish hat and a Santa Claus hat. It sat on the top of my head like a Yakama, but it was red with a white ball in the center and white trim like a Santa clause hat. It’s actually kind of the best thing I’ve ever seen.
“Oh Frankie . . . How? I mean….this is just too good.” I gasped holding it in my hands.
We both started to laugh uncontrollably as he put it on top of my head. He had made it himself, with the help of his little elf Nonna of course. It was annoying though to try and be the perfect boyfriend when dating Frankie. It’s pretty much impossible and I think he knew that. I pulled him in for a thank you kiss that might get us on the naughty list but I couldn’t have cared less. Dipping into his mouth and pulling out sounds that went straight to my dick is what Chrismukkah is all about as far as I’m concerned.
“ZANKIE MAKING OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM ADORABLE MOMENT NUMERO DOS!”
We pulled away from each other to look at Ariana with raised eyebrows. She had an ornament in one hand the other one raised to her mouth like she knew she should shut up.
“Too much? Alright, alright I get it.” She shrugged. “I’m gonna go help mommy bake.”
She skipped out of the room leaving Frankie to tow me over to the tree. Everything that has been accomplished in the last two hours since I’d been there had to be corrected. Frankie basically took everything down and started over. I’m not even really sure why he let anyone hang ornaments if he was just gonna redo it in the end anyway.
“Look I even got a little driedel so you could be represented on the tree.” He cooed.
“Awwww you sure know how to make a guy feel special.”
“What can I say it’s kind of my thing? Wanna go make out in my room until the cookies are done?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Is that even a question?”
“ARI ZANKIE IS GONNA GO MAKEOUT UPSTAIRS NOW THAT SHOULD DEFINIATELY BE MARKED DOWN AND COME GET US WHEN THE COOKIES ARE DONE!”
“Yea, yea, yea whatever I left one of your presents in your room to open early by the way!”
He took to my hand dragging me towards the stairs with a grin plastered on his face. We’d seen so little of each other lately that it only made sense that the level of infatuation be at an all-time high. He slammed me against his bedroom door grabbing at my ass through my jeans, and I could think of nothing else but the disgusting things I wanted to do to him. I wasn’t exactly sure how Christmas worked at that point, but I vaguely remember praying to Santa not to send me to hell. Our hats fell to the floor as we tugged mercilessly as the fabric covering the other’s body. Yea we were supposed to make out and not have sex but like . . . It’s Chrismukkah. It’s what Jesus would have wanted.
I was pushed somewhat forcefully down to the bed and ended up landing on something sharp that dug dully into my back, and almost completely ruined the moment.
“Ouch, dammit.” I whined pulling a box from beneath me.
“Oh sorry that must be Ari’s present.”
He took the box from me reading the note aloud as he pulled away the lid.
“From me to you. May it taste as good going down as it feels going in . . . Oh. My. God.”
I leaned up on an elbow trying to peak into the box. “What is it?”
“It’s lube. She got us holiday flavored lube. My sister is the weirdest human being I’ve ever met in my entire life.”
Gingerbread. Hot Chocolate. Pumpkin. Candy cane, although I think we were both a little hesitant on the idea of shoving a candy-cane flavored anything up either of ours asses. Where do you even find holiday flavored lube? Who gets to pick up the phone and have someone say, “Hello, yes I’m Ariana Grande and I need varying holiday flavors of lube. Don’t worry it’s for my brother.” The Grande’s man I swear.
I shrugged. “So you gonna pick a flavor or you just gonna stand there?”
“What you wanna bottom today?”
“Well….yea I was thinking about it. Why do you wanna bottom?”
“It’s just that it’s kind of a day of giving so I guess I assumed that you would give and I would receive.”
“Okay I can top. I prefer it anyway.” I said trying to hide the smirk from my lips.
“Are you sure? Cause I can top it’s not a big deal we don’t have to shove ourselves into some stereotypical box.”
I rolled my eyes playfully. “Frankie we can have a philosophical debate on society’s standards for bottoming and topping later. I just wanna fuck you.”
He looked down at me not used to my bluntness I guess, but I’d missed him too much to let another moment of physical contact out of grasp. Licking my bottom lip I tugged him by his belt loops bringing his body to mine. I had a couple of presents ready for my boyfriend that night and round one of gift giving was just about to start. If only I’d put my dick in a box. Really a wasted opportunity there.
*Frankie’s point of view*
I know. I know I said how funny it would be for someone to walk in on us having sex. It was funny to think about at the time, and I just assumed it was unavoidable. THAT DOESN’T MEAN I WANTED IT TO ACTUALLY FUCKING HAPPEN. Especially not on Christmas, especially not after I’d waited through DAYS of misery and blue balls just to be with my boyfriend again. And the lube was amazing, and Zach’s sex drive was just . . . revolutionary, and my asshole had never been so happy to be brutally rammed in all of its beautiful existence. I mean at least we were under the covers, but he was still very clearly on top of me with his hands taking full advantage of my headboard. It was like Zankieween 2.0 but better. And then my fucking sister walked in.
“fuck, fuck, fuck harder! Please harder!” I whimpered desperately into my pillow
“Cookies are rea—OH MY GOD EW! EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW!”
And all we heard was the slam of my bedroom door and Ariana thumping down the stairs and continuing to say ew. Because no matter how cute your sister thinks your relationship is no one wants to see you getting reamed. We may have scarred her for life.
“Can I finish or do you wanna go check on her?” He panted in my ear.
That’s such a jackass, ZachAttack think to ask and I could only respond with a very adorable, Frankie like way of answering.
“Go ahead and finish she’s twenty-one she knows what goes in my ass.”
And he finished, and I finished and it was just enough to take the edge off. I could leave the bedroom and enjoy Christmas with just a little taste of what needed to be hours of fun later on. We didn’t rush to go back downstairs either seeing as how I had a feeling Ari wasn’t going to keep her mouth shut about what she’d seen upstairs. I mean who gives their brother lube for Christmas and then doesn’t knock when they come upstairs? We all had matching onsies and it was even better to see Zach be so shocked to get one. I really wanted to be adorable and instagram the fuck out of our cute ass selves, but that defeats the purpose of people not knowing we spent Christmas together so what are you gonna do?
We walked downstairs hand in hand, fingers intertwined with similar looks of remorse on our face. Nonna and Mommy were in the kitchen cradling what appeared to be a horrified Ariana.
“Frank James Michael what have we talked about? Sex in the house means we lock the door! We do not scar other family members no matter how adorable said family member finds your relationship. Your sister is going to need therapy and we have a tour to plan for.”
I frowned. “Yes Mommy I know.”
“Now apologize to your sister.”
“I’m sorry you saw my boyfriend go balls deep in my ass Ariana.” I mumbled in a monotone.
“It’s okay . . . . did you at least use the lube I got you?”
And that was it we all busted into ridiculous, stomach clenching, tear inducing, laughter. Zach has never looked so confused in all the time I’ve met him. It was the best. My family is a lot to handle I’ll give him that.
“I don’t understand this family I swear to god I thought I was about to get kicked out of Christmas! Fuck Hanukkah is much less stressful!” He groaned clutching at his heart through his onsie.
“I’ve never seen someone look so cute when trying to come off as angry. I can’t tell if it’s the onsie or your face.” I smirked once the giggles were under control.
“Definitely the face.”
I stepped closer taking his cheeks in my hands. “Definitely the face.”
We began to eye each other’s lips conspicuously, which lead to my mother hitting both of us with a spatula.
“AH AH AH! Go ice cookies with Nonna you two need to cool down.”
I’ve never been cock blocked so much in my life. It was inconceivably annoying.
Nonna was given the normal cookies, and Zach and I got to ice the penis cookies. I couldn’t help but reminded of how much I loved my family, and how amazing they truly were. Everyone was drinking a little bit; music was playing, Nonna was just happy to have her family around again. It was the sweetest. I loved how perfectly Zach fit into my family. He would do the bump and grind with me and then find a way to get Nonna out of her seat and slow dance with her no matter how upbeat the song was that we were playing. Nonna loved him. He danced with Mommy and Ari too. Then he started singing Santa Tell Me at the top of his lungs and all of the dogs disappeared in fright. I think I fell even deeper in love that night.
As we waited for Midnight to arrive so that we could open presents I got to sit on the couch with my boyfriend and cuddle and whisper to each other and kiss and take pictures. It was the best Christmas I’d had in years and it was completely because of him, because he was there with me making me happy with every second of the day. I laughed so hard every time he did something stupid. For so long I thought I was the most energetic, loudest person I know and then this boy enters my life and I can barely keep up with him. He was kind of perfect.
Midnight couldn’t come fast enough and then we were all there sitting in the living room giving out presents to one another and being happy to be together again. I love my family.
I got Ari a cow and a goat and I’ve never seen someone get so happy over farm animals in my entire life. She burst into tears when she saw that they were going to be taken care of. Mommy got the fake fur coat she’d been wanting for months but was too selfless to buy herself. Nonna got a brand new puppy for when we couldn’t be with her every day. Zach had even gotten in to going to visit her seeing as how he was closer than the rest of us, and she adored him as it was. I’m not sure when my boyfriend and my Nonna became best friends, but it was kind of the best thing ever. Seeing everyone open their gifts was everything I’d been waiting for. And I was most excited to see Zach open his.
“Rose I told you not to get me anything.” He smirked as I handed him the box.
I rolled my eyes. “Just open it.”
“It’s really big man; I didn’t get you anything like this.” He sighed ripping at the paper.
“Would you just let me spoil the people that I love and shut the fuck up while I do it?”
His eyes caught sight of the present and they quickly grew wider than I’d ever seen before. I worried that they might pop out of his head at any moment. It was called a ProTee Golf Simulator, the name pretty much speaking for itself.
“I thought that… since you were moving all the way to New York for me that I could give you a little slice of home in the big city. I’ve already cleared the space in the apartment; you can practice whenever you want. I’ll even let you teach me how to play if you want. I just want you to be happy.” I shrugged.
“Babe . . .” He mumbled his eyes straying from me to the box.
I whined softly. “Whaaaaat?”
He tossed his present aside then and crawled over my way throwing himself on top of me. The happiness radiating from within me couldn’t have been more evident if I was shitting rainbows out my ass. Not only was he my boyfriend, but he was my best friend and that feeling you get when you give your best friend a present immediately kicked it because all you want in the world is for them to love it. And when they do, the world is unbelievably swell. I never thought this college kid I found in the Big Brother house would go on to change my life so completely, yet there he was on top of me in my living room with the rest of my family.
“I love you. More than anything.” He whispered in my ear.
“Promise?” I asked looking up at that beautiful face and running my fingers through his hair.
He nodded. “I promise.”
I leaned in to kiss him as quickly as possible. My chest felt light, my heart thumping excitedly with every passing breath. It never occurred to me that I could love anything the way I loved Zach. When we kissed I felt something. My whole entire being reacted when we touched and it was extraordinary.
“Ariana stop filming your brother!”
I turned to see my sister in the awkward position ever, bent completely over so that she could get the best angle possible. We swatted at her till she ran away plopping herself back on the couch. Little sisters always interrupting really good make out sessions. It should be illegal.
“Alright I guess I should give your present now. You gotta lower your expectations though cause mine is nowhere near what you got me.” Zach sighed.
I smiled. “I told you not to get me anything.”
“Yea, sure Rose.”
He scrambled over to the tree picking up two boxes and sliding back over to me.
“This is the first one I got you, but I wasn’t sure you’d like it all that much so I got you this too.” My man shrugged.
I’ve never seen someone so adorable in all of my life, it was getting hard to handle. It was a camera. Like a legit camera. One of the expensive kind with a fancy lens and shit. I kind of just stared at the box trying to get myself not to propose to him. How can one person be so perfect? When I didn’t answer immediately he mistook my silence for the opposite of what it was.
“I know it’s not that spectacular. And uh Ari told me you already have a camera and just don’t like taking it everywhere. I just thought that…this would be uh I don’t know I guess I thought it’d be cool to document everything with it. You know Africa, Germany, New York. It could be fun.”
He was so…sweet. Polite. I loved that side of my Zach. He never ceased to amaze me with the things he did. I reached for him again this time just hugging him as tight as I could without causing obvious injury.
“This is amazing, babe. Thank you.” I cooed.
My second present was a jacket that seemed to be composed of ninety-eight percent glitter and two percent faux fur. It was a lot like my black sparkly one from the hours except it also said Zankie on the back, so basically it was the most amazing thing ever. It was insane. I couldn’t thank him enough, although why everyone was messing with their presents I took the opportunity to try. Nonna was out like a light but everyone else was enjoying their presents. I thought why not enjoy my greatest gift of all.
“I’m gonna . . . show Zach how to set up his gift.” I announced pulling him towards the stairs.
His present remained on the floor next to the rest of our gifts.
“Don’t wake Nonna; your bed goes up against her wall.”
“Dude I love your mom.” He giggled.
“I don’t see what the big deal is. If anything we should be praised for wanting to spend more time with loved ones than with gifts.”
He wrapped him arms around me from behind towing us towards my bedroom where we belonged.
“Thank you for my present.” I murmured kissing my way along his throat.
He hummed softly in return. “Ditto.”
“Really? I was thinking maybe I could show you just how appreciative I am.”
I dropped down to my knees taking the zipper to his onsie with me. Those things just make sex so much easier ya know? One pull and the whole thing comes off, it’s like a Chrismukkah miracle.
“Oh fuck Frank.” He whined slamming his head into my bedroom door.
“Shhh I’m gonna take care of you.” I whispered tugging at the boxers that were keeping me from what I so desperately needed.
“You’re gonna kill me is what you’re gonna do.”
“You want me to suck your dick or are you gonna keeping complaining.” I sighed.
“Continue, continue.”
My head was quickly pushed back into his crotch, and I took full advantage. Full. Advantage.
“This is getting a little out of hand. Quite frankly I have a hard enough time tearing myself away from you when people burst into the room when we’re doing it, how are we ever going to leave an apartment that only we live in.” he complained finally crawling between my legs.
“We’ll make it work. Maybe take a week or two to get it out of our systems.” I gasped then as he pushed in nearly sending my body into shock. “Definitely two weeks…. Ugh fuck it maybe a month might be better.”
“Frankie…baby…shut the fuck up.” He whispered against my throat.
He thrust into me sharply our bodies winding closer together and something about that round quickly turned different. After getting the initial jolt of missing each other so much we were able to take our time. He explored my body in way I didn’t remember him doing before. His lips were everywhere sucking streaks of deep crimson along my skin. My legs fit tightly around his back aching against his touch. It was passionate and hot, maybe even a little overwhelming in a good way of course.
Everywhere our skin touched it felt like flames, scorching me and fueling my want for him. He cradled my face in his palms as we kissed sloppy, wet presses of our lips. I could taste him and I wanted more. He gave it to me. Gave the wonderful sensation of him licking his way into my mouth as his hips drove forward. I’m not sure where Zach suddenly got his passion from but thank you. Like no seriously thank the fucking heavens that shit was great.
“Zaaaaach,” I whined shoving my hips up at him. “fuck don’t stop.”
“I won’t.” He huffed in my ear.
My fingers clawed down his back gripping frantically at his ass to pull him deeper inside me. The rutting of our hips got faster, less steady more desperate. I could feel my dick throbbing between the two of us, pre-cum leaking profusely the harder he pounded me. My eyes shut tight. I tried to concentrate pulling his body closer the clapping sound of skin ringing heavily in the air. My fingers tore at his hair and the sounds emitting from our mouths began to dance at the line of pleasure and pain the way I liked it. I wanted it. I wanted that feel of me tightening myself gripping him within me as climaxed together. Wanted to scream his name until my ears gave out from the volume. Wanted to bite and to suck and to sob as long as he would let me. And he did.
It hit me way harder than I expected, my vision going white before black spots appeared fuzzily before me. He was still there grinding his hips down as we both went through this amazing thing. My whole body felt new, tingly in the wake of the orgasm. We’d been at it for so long I didn’t think he couldn’t make me feel something foreign, yet there I was struggling for words again. We looked at each other both panting with wide eyes. In the end instead of speaking we kissed, and then rolled over to do it all over again.
*Zach’s point of view*
Christmas is the best holiday ever. I’d never had so much sex in one period of time in my entire life. Frankie’s like an energizer bunny; it’s amazing. He likes to bottom. I like to top. Everything just works. And if someone wants something different we talk about it and try it. Frankie’s definitely not shy about anything. Maybe it was the second time he disappeared under the covers or when he spent fifteen minute sucking hickey’s along every surface of my body, but I began to wonder how I got so lucky. I mean here I am lying in bed with my best friend who happens to be my boyfriend, and it’s so much easier than I ever thought it could be. I didn’t know I was gonna fall so hard, that he was gonna make my life as good as he did, but he did. And I wouldn’t change that for the world.
“Fr—Frankie I think the sun is starting to come up.” I joked wrapping his legs tighter around my back.
He laughed. “You’re so adorable. We have to spend more time with my family tomorrow, well today now I guess. I don’t want them to think I’m abandoning them for you.”
“Well you’ve spent the last two and a half hours screaming my name into a pillow just so Nonna wouldn’t wake up. If anything that’s selflessness.”
“Oh my god I literally hate you.” He cackled.
“Really? Cause I love you. I can’t wait to live with you and eat dinner with you and play video games while you dance around the house. It’s gonna be immensely amazing.”
We were still naked my chest resting nicely on top of his beneath the covers. His reached up running his fingers through my hair and giving that smile that made everything underneath my sternum tighten.
“You’re the first boy I’ve been serious with in such a long time. I haven’t lived with someone besides my sister or roommates in forever. My sister is always out conquering the world, and my roommates all have other places to be at the end of night. But you… there’s just no one I’d rather be with. I love you.” Frankie whispered.
He kissed me and we stayed that way for a while. There was a big dinner that night for the family and it meant every to me to be included. Nonna showed how to make her famous babka, which I’d had maybe twice in my life. It’s like dough that you twist almost like a braid and it’s filled with cinnamon and chocolate and topped with streusel and you bake it and it’s basically heaven on a plate. Nonna knows her shit, it’s amazing. I’m really not that good of a jew I’ll be honest, but that’s not the point. They integrated me into the family so easily, like I was just meant to be there. Ariana gave me my own cat ears for Christmas after I tried to wear hers at jingle ball. There’s video of me twerking with Ariana Grande while we both wear cat ears, like that exists in the world. Joan and I took shots together. And in the center of it all was this little blonde haired man who had completely turned my world upside down in the most beautiful way. I didn’t ask for him to love me or to be patient and kind with everything that I was, and everything that I’d yet to discover myself to be. He just was.
I don’t think that either of us knew what we were doing when we agreed to move in together, and I think I’m really glad that we didn’t. All I wanted was to be free with him. And maybe, maybe I wasn’t sure enough of myself to let the world see that, but I loved him. I loved him more and more every day; my heart so filled with it the thought of going without him made me sick. Christmas just confirmed everything that I’d come to know since entering the Big Brother house. You are who you are and when you fight that it just throws things out of balance. But when you confront it? When you embrace all the things that are so scary and unbelievable that’s when the magic starts to happen. It doesn’t matter if you’re gay or straight, black or white, male or female or any variation of these things because . . . when you love someone it’ll all work out. You just have to trust yourself and let life happen.
“Mmm did you enjoy Chrismukkah?”Frankie asked straddling my waist with ease.
I nodded. “I kind of don’t ever wanna leave your family. They’re amazing.”
“Now you see where I get it from.”
“Yea well I still think you’re the best of them all. I can’t wait to have you all to myself.”
He smiled. “And to think all of this from a little game of big brother. Just don’t let go too soon alright? I’m kind of in love with you.”
“I’m never gonna let go Frankie.” I insisted. “I love you.”
“Yea?” He giggled leaning closer to my lips.
“Duh Rose.” I smirked.
I leaned closer erasing the gap between our lips.
I found what I wanted, and letting go seemed ludicrous. Frankie was mine, and I, his.
We didn’t need anything else.
The End.
Oh my goodness I’m so sad. This wasn’t supposed to be the ending but it just felt right? I don’t know I felt like Zach had found where he belonged in Frankie’s life and had settled himself there perfectly. They’re together and they’ve got so much ahead of them, yet it really does feel like this is the perfect place to stop. I’m sad we don’t see them move in or fight over tiger scratching the furniture or wash dishes together. I’m stilling struggling with this you guys I don’t know what to do so if you have some ideas you know where to find me. I do hope you enjoyed this though, I hope it fulfilled your needs in every sense of the word and I hope I wrote everything in a tasteful and funny manner cause that’s all I really wanted.
Send me ideas and shit in my ask box tho! I still don’t know if this is the end for these characters tbh.
