Sorry it's so short guys D: I've been investing all my time in practicing for this huge audition I have coming up for a musical theatre camp scholarship.
Francis’ POV
I lay in letto (as usual) and the girl beside me (oh shit. What was her name?) pants heavily.
“Ohmygod.” She detto in a simple breath.
I smirked at her, “Told te I was good.”
“So what does this mean? Is this going to happen often?”
I smirked again and stroked her arm, “It could mean anything te want, baby.”
Bzzz! Bzzz!
I held up a finger and reached for her side table, where my phone sat. I turned it on and saw that I had a new text message. I nearly dropped my phone when I read it.
“I gotta go.” I detto quickly, climbing out of letto and putting on my pants.
“What!? Why?” The girl shouted.
I left her without saying a word and got into my car, I drove till I reached the address written on the text message, when I arrived at the place I asked for room 54.
I knocked on the hotel room-door, and it creaks open. “I got your text! What the hell’s wrong?”
I walked into the room, Noah stands there, and it’s obvious that he was pretty upset, the blankets are crumpled up and Noah’s eyes are red, as if he’s been crying.
“F-F-F-Fr-Francis…?”
“Oh god…” I began. “What happened?”
Noah motions for me to sit beside him on the bed, and he gives me a little look with eyes that scream “help.”
“What’s going on babe…? Just tell me.”
“My parents kicked me out… they found out about you, they found out about us.”
I glanced at him, he looked so scared… and so sad.
“I thought te told me if someone truly cares about you… they’d Amore te no matter what te do o who te are.” His voice is shaky and cracking, and tears start pooling in his eyes and pouring down his cheeks.
“Don’t go saying stuff like that… your parents are douchebags.”
“Not even my mother.” Noah cut me off. “She was always so kind, so loving, so accepting… and now this…”
I don’t know what to say, what to do, I want to comfort him, I really do… but that’s not me.
“I just don’t know what to do…” Noah broke down right then, he buried his face in his hands, trying to be strong but failing.
“You can stay with me…” I began. “I’m sure if we explain the situation to my mom te could stay at my house.”
Noah nodded slightly, still crying. How could his parents be such idiots?
I wrapped my arms around him, something I usually wouldn’t do. For someone who is normally so sarcastic and fun, he seemed so helpless.
“It’s okay. Everything will be okay. I promise,”
Francis’ POV
I lay in letto (as usual) and the girl beside me (oh shit. What was her name?) pants heavily.
“Ohmygod.” She detto in a simple breath.
I smirked at her, “Told te I was good.”
“So what does this mean? Is this going to happen often?”
I smirked again and stroked her arm, “It could mean anything te want, baby.”
Bzzz! Bzzz!
I held up a finger and reached for her side table, where my phone sat. I turned it on and saw that I had a new text message. I nearly dropped my phone when I read it.
“I gotta go.” I detto quickly, climbing out of letto and putting on my pants.
“What!? Why?” The girl shouted.
I left her without saying a word and got into my car, I drove till I reached the address written on the text message, when I arrived at the place I asked for room 54.
I knocked on the hotel room-door, and it creaks open. “I got your text! What the hell’s wrong?”
I walked into the room, Noah stands there, and it’s obvious that he was pretty upset, the blankets are crumpled up and Noah’s eyes are red, as if he’s been crying.
“F-F-F-Fr-Francis…?”
“Oh god…” I began. “What happened?”
Noah motions for me to sit beside him on the bed, and he gives me a little look with eyes that scream “help.”
“What’s going on babe…? Just tell me.”
“My parents kicked me out… they found out about you, they found out about us.”
I glanced at him, he looked so scared… and so sad.
“I thought te told me if someone truly cares about you… they’d Amore te no matter what te do o who te are.” His voice is shaky and cracking, and tears start pooling in his eyes and pouring down his cheeks.
“Don’t go saying stuff like that… your parents are douchebags.”
“Not even my mother.” Noah cut me off. “She was always so kind, so loving, so accepting… and now this…”
I don’t know what to say, what to do, I want to comfort him, I really do… but that’s not me.
“I just don’t know what to do…” Noah broke down right then, he buried his face in his hands, trying to be strong but failing.
“You can stay with me…” I began. “I’m sure if we explain the situation to my mom te could stay at my house.”
Noah nodded slightly, still crying. How could his parents be such idiots?
I wrapped my arms around him, something I usually wouldn’t do. For someone who is normally so sarcastic and fun, he seemed so helpless.
“It’s okay. Everything will be okay. I promise,”
