Page 15 of Craved By Lust

“I hear ya but seriously, we’re just friends. Hell, I only just met him yesterday night, but I think he’s a cool guy, plus he’s sweet, kind, and cute and?—”

“Uh huh… bitch, he sounds just like ya mother fucking type!!!!” Faythe cackles, making me laugh harder.

“Stop, Fay. It really isn’t like that,” I try to sound serious, but even I know I’m doing a piss fucking poor job of it.

“Well, Faythe isn’t wrong. He really does sound like your type. Are you planning to shoot your shot later or something?” Beatrice asks, and I pause at her question, chewing my lip but ultimately shake my head no.

“I… I don’t think so, honestly. I like this… it’s nice having a friend to lean on, especially since you guys aren’t here. Honestly, I really am done with love for now. I just want to hang out withhim and do fun things,” I finish, wondering if I should tell them that Frank cross-dresses or not. It’s not like they would judge him or anything, but… I’m just not sure.

“Done with love, huh?” Beatrice quirks a brow, sipping her iced coffee.

“Yup.” I nod, “Completely and utterly done, besides, not to come off ignorant, but I don’t even know if Frank is into girls…” I blurt out, and that makes them sit up.

“Oh?” Faythe leans in, even more interested. “Is he like super flamboyant or something but hot?” She clasps her hands together and I shake my head.

“No, worse. He’s… well, it’s better to show you rather than to tell you,” I pause, exiting our FaceTime, and sending them the picture of Frank he sent me last night. In the picture, he’s in a cute modest dress, looking as pretty as a lost lamb, smiling while holding a sunflower, blond hair fluttering prettily in the bright sun.God, how can he be more adorable than me?

“OH MY RAINBOWS!” Faythe gasps.

“Oh my!” Beatrice voices softly.

“S-so, what do you think?” I ask them, but they are too busy staring at the picture.

“Well… uhm… are you sure that’s a guy?” Faythe asks.

“I’m positive.”

“But Jessy, he’s so pretty! I want to dress him up and put him in my Hello Kitty doll house,” Faythe sighs, damn near with hearts in her eyes, and I chuckle.

“He really is pretty, huh?” I beam proud.

“That he is,” Beatrice finally speaks up, “Pretty, and mine and Fayfay’s stance is even more solidified. Homeboygirl isveryyour type. I think you should shoot your shot at this one,” she smirks devilishly, and I laugh, snorting like an idiot sipping my water.

“Yeah, even if they do like boys, you might be the perfect coochie cat to change his life! Go slide down the pole, give him that gawk gawk five thousand, and show his pretty ass you have no gag reflex. That’ll change his mind!” Faythe giggles, and I cover my mouth, laughing at her nasty ass shenanigans.

“Jesusss, stoooop!” I choke out as the water goes down the wrong pipe. “Why are y’all like this?” I groan. Still, the smile hasn’t faded from my face once.

“Like what? We’re just saying, he’s cute, and you never know, he really might be the one,” Beatrice shrugs, and Faythe nods.

“Yeah, the one to knock them walls into alignment. Um, a dude that fine and pretty gotta be slanging an eggplant. I vote you tie his pretty ass up and fu?—”

“FAYTHE!” I squeal, heart racing.

“Huh? What’s wrong?”

“Your vulgar ass personality is what’s wrong,” Beatrice chuckles, and I sigh.

“No,” I laugh, cheeks a bit flushed, but not because I’m embarrassed. More so because I did… kinda have a dream about Frank after he snatched off his wig doing some nasty shit to me… but I ain’t going to get into that with them. “I’m serious. I like him, but just as a friend. Like I said, I’m done dating, and need I repeat, we just met last ni?—”

“So?! Haven’t you heard of love at first sight?!” Faythe blurts out.

“Yup, I mean, any guy that’s got you smiling that damn hard is an A++ in my book!” Beatrice looks into the camera, and my heart flutters and I stamp it down.Nope, nope, nope, NOPE!

“No, you guys. Don’t get me wrong, he’s more my type than any guy I’ve ever dated, but on God, fuck all of that right now,” I roll my eyes. “I just want to play ball and focus on school,” I tell them, suddenly tired. “Not only that, but I like the vibe we have going. He’s just so sweet and it’s not like Matt, who was pushing a relationship down my throat. Talking to him feels right, and it’s fun. Honestly, even if I just met him, our conversation are effortless as if we’re already the best of friends. I feel so safe and seen talking to him,” I tell them, but Faythe grins.

“You say that, but you already look in love,” she giggles, and my heart skips a beat as I try to find the words to say otherwise, but I can’t find them.I mean, how could I not be this happy when I have a guy as cute, lovable, and adorable as him piling me with compliments and attention?

“I—”

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