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Note: It's only fitting that I post a Frank imagine on my birthday. Ya know, since I'm ohfrxnkie and all. x

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"Looks like Frank's online," you called out to your friend as you scrolled through your Twitter feed.

"Yeah?" her response sounded from the kitchen, where she was fixing a snack, "What's he saying?"

"Uh... something about how his back hurts," you answered, tapping on the reply button, "I'm gonna reply to it."

(Y/B/F)'s laugh echoed through the house as she swaggered into the living room holding a fruit platter. "Just be careful there, babe. That's dangerous territory."

Scoffing, you reached out to grab a pineapple cube and pop it into your mouth. "Don't worry," you muffled, "I'll make sure not to set myself up for any roasting. All I'm gonna do is offer some advice."

(Y/B/F) grimaced and shot you a nervous look, picking up an apple slice and nibbling on it. You shrugged lightly and began penning your response.

"There," you announced with a smile, tapping your phone screen a few times and sending your tweet off into the internet, "It's sent."

You tucked the device away and turned to your friend, the two of you engaging in a conversation about your plans for the upcoming weekend as you munched on fruit.

Three minutes later, your cell dinged to indicate that you had a new notification. Practically bursting with excitement, you picked up your phone and opened up Twitter.

"Ah, he replied!" you squealed, prompting (Y/B/F) to perk up.

"What'd he say?"

You read the tweet and your face fell.

Noting the way your excitement deflated, (Y/B/F) cringed. "Uh oh."

"I don't get it," you pouted slightly, "I wasn't even mean. I was only trying to help."

"Lemme see what you said," (Y/B/F) requested, holding out her hand. You dropped the phone into her open palm.

Her eyes darted over your tweet and she frowned. "Yeah, you were totally chilled."

Then, she read his response. "Damn, Frank. What crawled up your ass and made a nest?" She handed your cell back with a shake of her head. "You're right. He was totally unnecessary."

Despondency flooded over you as you slumped back into the couch. (Y/B/F) stayed silent for a minute before speaking again.

"Sooo... do you still wanna go and meet him outside the bar gig tomorrow?"

You snapped your head towards her so quickly your neck almost snapped. "What kind of question is that? Of course I do."

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The next night, you and (Y/B/F) were part of a small group of people standing on the sidewalk a few feet away from the entrance to the bar Frank was in, waiting patiently for him to come out.

Not a lot of people were aware of the fact that he would be there that night, hence the low numbers, and you were fortunate that one of (Y/B/F)'s friends passed on the memo.

Said friend was now approaching you two, moving to engulf (Y/B/F) in a hug and pinch your cheek in greeting. His gaze flickered to your t-shirt for a moment and he let out a short laugh.

"Nice one," he waved a hand over your Goonies shirt, making you grin.

"I'm guessing you saw the tweet, then?" you laughed and shook your head and he nodded, giggling.

"Everyone saw it."

His claim was backed up by the hollering from the rest of the group, and you groaned as you hid your face in your hands. Thankfully, Frank walked out a second later and all of the attention shifted from you over to him.

There were only about ten of you, and so you and (Y/B/F) waited until everyone else had taken their pictures and gotten their autographs and said their piece before stepping up.

Frank gave a sweet smile when he looked at you. "Hi."

"Hi," you smiled back; you started to get lost in his beautiful eyes but stopped yourself by shaking your head lightly, "Thank you so much for stopping to do this; it means a shit ton."

He brushed you off with a wave of his hand and a soft 'pfft'. "No worries. You took the time to come down here and wait outside. It's the least I can do to sign a couple things and take a picture," he flashed his gorgeous smile again, making your cheeks heat up.

You handed over the CD you were holding for him to sign. "We haven't been waiting that long, really. I only got off work about a half hour ago."

"Oh, what do you do?" he asked with a furrow of his brow as he scribbled his signature, genuinely interested. 

"I'm a reporter for Metro News One."

"Oh," he nodded in response.

"Well, kind of a reporter," you elaborated, making a vague hand gesture. "I do those dumb little fluff pieces at the end of the news. You know, like, um, monkey that can play the ukulele. I'm hoping to get some bigger stories soon."

"Bigger like, uh, gorilla with an up-right bass?" he chuckled nervously and you laughed a little.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled with a small smile, looking down shyly before locking gazes with you again and scrunching up his face a little, "You're really pretty."

You were the most caught off guard that you'd ever been, widening your eyes and opening your mouth in shock before laughing timidly and tucking your hair behind your ear. "Th-thanks."

"You're welcome," he said softly, smiling again before pointing a finger at your shirt as he handed your CD back, "Cool shirt, by the way."

You scoffed in disbelief. "Really?" you cocked an eyebrow and smirked, looking next to you at (Y/B/F), who was giggling her ass off. "You're kidding, right?"

He frowned back at you, confused, which made you scoff again. "You literally roasted me for having The Goonies as my Twitter icon, yesterday."

Frank stayed looking confused for a moment until the memory of what he'd written to you dawned on him, after which regret immediately graced his features.

"That was you? Oh, man. I'm so sorry," he rambled, eyes broadening, "I was just... I don't know, being extra salty yesterday."

"You don't say," you mused, biting back another laugh.

He cast his gaze down in shame and scratched the back of his neck. "I admit it was unnecessary; you were only trying to help. Can I, uh, make it up to you? ...maybe?"

"How?" you quizzed, interested to hear what he had in mind.

He shrugged and chuckled nervously. "You could come with me now for a cup of coffee? I found this really sick place over on Sixth Street. They make these really good bear claws, too. It's amazing."

Oh, wow. That was definitely not what you thought he had in mind.

"You mean like a..." you whispered.

"Date?" he offered, arching his brows before grinning, "Yeah. Assuming that's cool with you."

"It's definitely cool with me," you chimed, absentmindedly chewing on your bottom lip.

"Awesome," he beamed before extending a hand to gesture down the road, "Shall we?"

"We shall," you giggled, shrugging gleefully and strutting away in the direction he pointed out.

Frank turned to look at (Y/B/F), winking as he whispered. "Don't wait up for her."

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Thank you for reading x