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broke down: A Safe Place to Land one-shot - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x nurse!reader

Summary: 2.5k words. One-shot in the A Safe Place to Land universe. y/n's car breaks down and Bradley is determined to make sure she's okay. (time line stuff: ch. 1 takes place in september 2019, ch. 5 is set in december of 2019, and this one-shot occurs in april of 2022.)

Warnings: car issues, bradley being a Stress Protective Fiancé, uH angst i guess? lots & lots of fluff. also sexism

a/n: hi y'all! it's been a moment lol. this story has been floating around in my noggin since november-ish & i'm so glad i finally wrote it out. enjoy! <3

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Shit. y/n muttered under her breath as she pulled her car off to the side of the road. Two warning lights lit up on the dashboard and a disconcerting noise started echoing from underneath the hood before she brought the vehicle to a stop. Based on the thin smoke rising from the crevice between the body of the car and its hood, y/n had a feeling she wasn’t going to make it the final stretch of her drive.

It had already been such a long day and y/n was really, really looking forward to seeing her fiancé and downing a cold beer or two. Or three. With a heavy sigh, she stepped out of her usually trustworthy car and popped the hot-to-the-touch hood. Smoke clouded her vision and she coughed–this was definitely an issue she couldn’t resolve by herself.

After dialing roadside assistance, y/n called Bradley. The phone hadn’t even rung twice before he picked up, his warm hello being slightly muffled by the lively crowd in The Hard Deck.

“Hey Roos,” y/n sighed. She tried to hide the exhaustion in her tone, but Rooster picked up on it immediately.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Dammit. This man could read her like a damn book. The aviator furrowed his brow and sat up straight in the chair he’d been occupying. The rest of the squad was bordering on boisterous after the several drinks they’d downed and were more focused on an intense game of nine-ball. y/n rubbed her temple and thought about how to best tell him and avoid him freaking out. She loved him to the ends of the earth, but he was a worrier.

“I’m fine! It’s nothing, really…” she trailed off. Her frustration and emotions got the best of her, so it all spilled out at once. “Actually, my car broke down so I called for a tow truck and I’m gonna be late meeting up with you guys at the Hard Deck so I’ll probably just head home after this because I’m so tired and-” Rooster’s eyes widened at the jumble of words y/n rushed out.

“Where are you?” Bradley cut her off before she could work herself up anymore. y/n could hear movement in the background and she instantly felt guilty. The last thing she wanted to do was interrupt him while he was having a well-deserved night out with his friends.

“It doesn’t matter. I just wanted to let you know that I probably won’t make it to the bar tonight. This might take a while,” y/n huffed. Her nerves were shot and above all, she just wanted to go home. Sure, a night out with her fiancé and their friends would be nice, but a warm bath and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s would be much nicer.

“y/n. Where. are. you?” Bradley asked slowly, punctuating each word. His voice was low and left no room for argument. y/n had only heard him speak that way a handful of times since she’d known him–all of which were times he thought she might be in trouble.

So she told him her location. She had pulled off on the edge of some backroad she was taking in hopes of it being a shortcut. Instead, she was now thanking her lucky stars that she had barely enough cell reception to call the tow service and Bradley.

Rooster cursed–y/n was alone in the middle of nowhere and it would be dark soon. A dozen scenarios went through his mind at once and none of them were good.

In a few long strides, the aviator crossed the room towards the bar without so much as a goodbye to his friends. He fished enough cash out of his wallet to cover his tab and then some as he flagged down Penny. The worried expression and his rushed movements, while his phone was pinched between his shoulder and ear, had Penny moving cautiously to tend to him, foregoing some of the other customers before him. She’d hardly accepted the cash from his hand before he offered her a tight smile and jogged out of the bar.

“I’m coming to pick you up,” he said with finality. y/n’s brow furrowed and she started pacing alongside her car.

“What? No, Bradley. Stay out with your friends. Have a good time, you deserve to let loose. I’ll see you at home, okay?” If he weren’t so focused on getting to y/n, he might’ve noticed the warmth that spread through his chest anytime his fiancée mentioned their shared home.

Rooster was typically far more gentle with the Bronco than he was right then, but that was hardly a thought in his mind when he pulled his keys out and shoved them into the door lock. y/n inwardly groaned as she heard the tell-tale sign of his old car’s door slamming and the engine turning over.

“Nope. No. I’m not going to be able to relax or think about anything else until I know you’re okay. I’ll be there in 15 minutes, tops.” He peeled out of the parking lot, pulling onto the main road before he’d even finished his sentence.

y/n blew out a heavy breath and dragged her palm down her face before stopping short. She pulled her phone away from her ear and checked the GPS route she recently had open.

Your location to The Hard Deck Bar – 24 minutes via State Road…

“I am okay. And it’s over a 20 minute drive to where you are,” y/n sighed. She had no doubt that Bradley would be able to beat the estimated time of 24 minutes, but shaving almost 10 minutes off seemed a little outlandish, even for the fighter pilot.

Rather than reminding his fiancée that he routinely flew planes at over 1,000 mph, he simply grunted out “I said what I said” and pressed his foot harder against the gas pedal.

Bradley stayed on the phone with y/n while he drove. Based on the unmistakable sound of the Bronco’s engine revving and cars honking because Rooster had cut them off, it was easy to assume he was breaking a handful of traffic laws.

Otherwise, the call was relatively quiet. Bradley broke the silence every few minutes to ask if y/n was okay–she hummed yes, Roos each time. He asked her if there was anyone lingering around or coming up to her–No, there’s literally no one out here. Her fiancé couldn’t decide if that was a good or bad thing.

y/n huffed in frustration when she tried to unsuccessfully start her car for the umpteenth time. Just as she rested her head on the steering wheel with crestfallen resignation, she caught a set of all too familiar headlights in her rearview mirror. The nurse felt a bittersweet smile creep onto her face. She was happy to see Bradley, she always was, but she couldn’t help the sinking guilty feeling that he cut his night out short because of her. y/n slowly climbed out of the car and really felt the exhaustion hit her this time around. Now that Bradley was here, she didn’t have to keep looking over her shoulder and was able to let her guard down a bit.

By the time she closed the door behind her, he’d already crossed the distance from the Bronco to her car. Bradley wore a sympathetic smile when eyes met y/n’s. Something about the loving look in his eyes had y/n holding back tears. The aviator wordlessly pulled y/n into his chest and she gladly went along with it, wrapping her arms loosely around his waist.

“I’m sorry, Brad. I didn’t mean to ruin your night,” y/n’s words were muffled by the fabric of his t-shirt. Bradley tutted and brought a hand up to massage her shoulders where he knew she got tense often.

“You don’t need to be sorry, baby. I’m glad you called me,” he pressed a kiss against y/n’s hair before resting his chin atop her head. They stood wrapped in each other's arms for a moment, silently swaying side to side. y/n was still nuzzled against Bradley’s chest when he patted her back before pulling away and moved toward the hood of her car.

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw knows his plane inside and out. This extended to cars as well. He’s been under the hood of his vintage Ford Bronco more times than he cares to count, so he’s familiar with working on cars, to say the least. Maybe if this whole flying thing didn’t work out, he could be a mechanic.

Rooster waved the remaining smoke away from his face when he popped the hood of the car. He’d hardly been glancing around the various parts before a particular problem caught his eye. He stood back and rested his hands on either hip. There wasn’t much that puzzled him, but it was certainly an interesting sight, he thought as he tilted his head to the side.

“This drive belt is damn near shredded. When was the last time you got your car serviced?” Rooster asked innocently. When y/n blushed and wouldn’t meet his eyes, his face dropped. The aviator rubbed his temple. He had a feeling he wasn’t going to like her answer.

He produced a rag out of seemingly thin air and pulled the engine’s dipstick and wiped it off before checking the oil. He held the dipstick up to catch the remainder of the setting sun’s light and frowned–the oil was definitely below where it should be.

y/n was scratching the back of her neck now, looking increasingly sheepish.

“y/n?” Bradley asked expectantly. He wasn’t being condescending, but y/n felt like she was in trouble.

“Umm… I took her to get serviced not long after Lover came out. I sat in the waiting area and listened to the album like 3 times in a row.” Rooster did some math before his eyes practically bugged out of his head.

“When Lover came ou- baby, that was over two years ago?!” Bradley said incredulously, mouth agape. Before dating y/n, Rooster didn’t know much of anything about Taylor Swift. Eventually, his then-girlfriend started purchasing her own vinyl records and Taylor Swift’s music became regular in the rotation. Whether Bradley liked it or not, he learned some Swiftie lore. And, being the history nerd that he was, he remembered almost all of it. The album release dates had eventually wormed their way into his mind as well.

“I know! I know, but I literally only ever drive to work because we take the Bronco everywhere else so it didn’t matter that much…” y/n raised her hands defensively. Her voice trailed off towards the end; even she knew it was a bad excuse. Rooster slid a hand down his face in exasperation and smoothed out his mustache above his tight-lipped frown.

“Honey, what if you broke down or worse while I was deployed? I-” Rooster sighed. He stopped himself before he went on a tangent that might upset y/n. Nothing was worth arguing over right then so he let the topic rest. Bradley made a mental note to schedule a servicing for her car the following day.

The tow truck y/n called for pulled up just in time to avoid what was heading toward a tense conversation. When the driver approached the pair, he hardly spared Rooster a second glance initially; he was too focused on dragging his eyes across y/n’s body in a way that made her skin crawl. Bradley puffed out his chest and took a step forward, redirecting the man’s attention. The aviator’s movement allowed the remainder of the sun’s dwindling light to sparkle against y/n’s sizable engagement ring. She doubted that was Rooster’s intention, but she smirked nonetheless.

The tow truck driver posed his questions to Bradley. The much taller and tanned man was about to respond when y/n cleared her throat and stepped forward. It was her car, after all.

The driver was surprised. The hint of a grimy grin spread across his face.

“Alright, little lady,” he snickered. Strike one.

y/n took the man’s questions in stride. She knew the answers to most of them; she wasn’t dumb. Just because she procrastinated on her car’s maintenance didn’t mean she was clueless about her vehicle. Rooster was confident that she could handle herself in the conversation, so he hung back with his hand resting on her lower back protectively.

Some of the more unnecessarily specific questions were aimed to trip y/n up–Rooster knew it, and y/n pieced it together pretty quickly. Strike two. Good for y/n, and disappointingly for the sexist tow truck operator, y/n was very good at bullshitting her way to the right answer every time and had an unrivaled poker face.

Rooster smirked, impressed. His little spitfire was doing what she did best–putting men in their place.

The driver eventually huffed in annoyance. He clearly lost their verbal sparring match, so he set out to do his actual job and leave with his tail tucked between his legs. He tuned out the couple as he worked on hooking up the car and lifting it onto the truck bed.

y/n linked her arms behind her fiancé’s neck and grinned up at him. Rooster matched her smile. She was trouble, a force to be reckoned with–and he loved her for it.

“Thank you for saving me,” y/n murmured while her lips ghosted over Bradley’s. She pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, but before he could deepen it, she pulled away and examined him at arm’s length.

"My knight in shining… tacky tourist shirt,” y/n grinned deviously, amused by her own joke. Rooster rolled his eyes, pressing his tongue to his cheek before he retaliated by tickling her side–the exact same spot he’s been targeting since their very first beach date. y/n laughed before pulling him back toward her by his flowered collar for the deep kiss Bradley longed for.

At some point, the tow truck driver had finished up and y/n’s car was secured on the bed. He cleared his throat and shuffled uncomfortably as the couple shamelessly pulled away from their PDA stunt. y/n signed the necessary paperwork before thanking the man–she might be petty and a smart-ass, but she wasn’t an asshole.

Bradley and y/n walked hand-in-hand back towards the Bronco, where he opened the passenger door for her and offered his hand to support her as she stepped up into the lifted vehicle. Once Bradley was sitting in the driver’s seat, he wordlessly handed y/n his phone so she could play music. Somehow, the nurse had talked him into setting up bluetooth of all things in his vintage Bronco. He was well aware that she had him whipped, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

With one hand on the steering wheel and one hand resting on y/n’s thigh, Bradley pulled back onto the road and drove toward their shared house, the Hard Deck long forgotten. The windows were rolled down and soft tunes filled the night air.

“Hey Roos?” y/n spoke, intertwining her fingers with his.

“Yeah, baby?” Rooster hummed, briefly taking his eyes off the road to look at his fiancée.

“What’s a drive belt?”

a/n: fun fact: i learned how to check a car’s oil level when my friends and i were in bum fuck nowhere on a camping trip. pretty sure my dad was v stressed out when i called him and asked me to walk me through it but it definitely fed my ego.

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dilf-din · 1 year

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Safe Place to Land: Part 1

—A Frankie Morales Series—

Summary: Hi friends! It’s finally here. I was inspired to write the story of Frankie and his love starting at high school graduation, through the events of Triple Frontier, and beyond. With a stretch of time that big, I’ve got a lot to work with. I’ve already completed 6 chapters and have much more to cover. Here’s chapter 1, I hope you enjoy it!

WC: 3300

Warnings: none, this is pure fluff, friends to lovers, maybe light language?? No use of y/n

Rating: T, won’t go beyond that, I don’t write smut but there are some ~spicy~ moments, no explicit descriptions of sex though

Part 2

I’ll always be there when you call. Forever yours, Frankie class of ‘03

You shuffled through the papers on your desk to find the stack of graduation party invitations you had collected from your classmates. Just a few remaining before the end of summer. Tonight was Sadie’s, your best friend since fifth grade. Sadie had gotten into the NYU theater program. Her flight leaving in less than a week. She was magnetic, vivacious, the center of your graduating class, the roots holding you all together. You knew tonight would be crowded and you dreaded it, but if anyone was worth putting on a brave face for, it was her.

You chose a yellow sundress and sandals, throwing your hair into a high pony to keep it off your neck. The Colorado summer heat crept late into the evenings so you weren’t worried about catching a cold. Your wrist jangled with the charm bracelet Sadie had given you as a going away present, the sound filling your heart with a bittersweet feeling. Plodding downstairs you kissed your dad on the top of the head on the way to the front door. “Sadie’s grad party is tonight,” you said taking your keys off the hook, “I’ll be staying at her place.” “Have fun,” your dad smiled sweetly. “Let her know we’re sorry we couldn’t make it,” your mom said exiting the kitchen and wiping her hands on an apron before giving you a kiss on the cheek. “She understands,” you said quietly, squeezing her hand before picking up your backpack and slinging it over one shoulder.

She only lived about 5 minutes from you making for an easy drive. The sun was just beginning to sink lower in the sky painting everything with that quintessential orange summer glow. The line of cars was backed up all the way around the neighborhood so you parked at the pool house and opted to walk. The pavement warm beneath your thin sandals, the sounds of sprinklers and laughter coming from up the street. The August air wasn’t too heavy for as warm as it was. Your skin glowing with a thin layer of sweat already.

You followed the sound of pop music coming from a set of outdoor speakers right up to her back gate. The Beck family’s house was massive with a back yard to match. You saw dozens of your classmates and teachers mulling around in groups. The buffet table looking sufficiently dented with enough food to feed another suburban army in the kitchen you were sure. Right on cue, her mother flew out of the double glass doors carrying a plate of sandwiches. You were quickly by her side, “Need any help mama?” you slipped your arm around her waist as she refilled a tray. She smiled warmly and said, “This is for you too. Go have fun!” You were secretly wishing to hide in the kitchen. The amount of overlapping conversations you were catching at once was dizzying. Just when you felt your breathing catching up to you, you felt a hand on the small of your back and heard a familiar voice say, “Hello beautiful.” You smiled ear to ear and turned to face your friend. “Hi Frankie,” you said in a sing song voice, “You always show up right when I need you. How do you do it?” “My spidey senses were tingling,” he joked tickling your arm. “You okay?” he asked more seriously, shoving his hands in his pockets. His big brown eyes were so earnest, his mess of waves spilling out from under his hat like always. “I am now,” you replied simply, “I never know what to do at these things. I need a social situation partner since mine is currently busy,” you said glancing at Sadie as she floated around the yard grinning and laughing and hugging everyone there. The sunset had nothing on her glow. Damn you were going to miss her.

“Well I’d love to be a stand in for the evening,” he said offering you his arm. You gladly took it. “Let’s get some food and hide,” you said with a twinkle in your eye. Minutes later, you found yourselves camped out on the front porch away from the noise, two plates of finger food between you. You weren’t kidding when you said Frankie had always shown up at the right time. He was there in 7th grade when you got your first period in P.E. He gave you his hoodie to tie around your waist and urged you to keep it after you washed it and brought it back. He was there at your freshman pool party when someone pushed you in fully clothed. He helped you out and gave you his towel even though it was cold and he was wet too. He was there in the audience at the talent show last year when a traffic accident had held your parents up and you didn’t think you could do it without them. He talked you down then winked at you from the front row while you sat to play your piano piece with trembling hands.

Most recently though, he rescued you on prom night. Jason, the quarterback you had had a crush on since you were in diapers, was in between catty girlfriends and asked you to be his date. You were flabbergasted, of course you said yes. You wore a beautiful black dress with a poofy skirt, got your hair and makeup done, the whole nine yards, just for him to ditch you two songs in when his ex showed up. He only brought you to make her jealous. You ran broken-hearted into the hall, tears streaming, feeling like a fool. Frankie found you crumpled in half in front of your locker a few corridors down from the auditorium. “Now that’s not fair, I can’t see how beautiful you are all curled up like that,” his voice drawing you from the hiding place in your arms. You gave a weak smile and opened your mouth to speak. “Sadie told me,” he knelt down offering you a tissue, “That guy’s a dick, he should’ve never used you like a game piece to get back at her. What do you say we go get a few good dances in?” he offered you a hand. He had started growing his beard out, and though it was a little patchy, you thought it made him look grown up, not the same kid with glasses you met all those years ago. A small smile turned up the corners of your mouth, and you followed him back to the twinkling lights and generic music. He held you close for as long as you wanted, swaying quietly, just enjoying the comfort of his warmth. He looked so handsome without a hat on, and you wished you had the courage to tell him.

When you were ready to go, he drove you home, stopping for milkshakes along the way. You could barely remember the way the night started by the time you were waving at him from your front porch watching him back out of your driveway.

And here you were again, on the verge of a small panic attack, but Frankie, always on time, coming in to make you forget the rest of the world.

“Ew what is that,” he exclaimed with a grimace bringing you back to the present. “Oh, looks like you found the tofu nuggets,” you said stifling a laugh as he tossed the other half into the bushes. “Let the raccoons have that mess,” he continued sticking his tongue out in an exaggerated way. The conversation was light. Talk of summer jobs, other graduation parties you had each been to, who was going to what school. He was in the middle of telling you about a burnt popcorn mishap from the theater he had been working at when you interrupted him. “When are you leaving?” His face fell, fingers ripping at the edge of a napkin. “Saturday morning,” he said looking at the ground. It was Wednesday night.

Frankie was going to flight school. He had enlisted and no one could talk him out of it. He had talked forever about being a helicopter pilot. Your heart was in your stomach. One more person you weren’t looking forward to letting go of, only this was a bit more high stakes than your friends going to school out of state. You willed your tears not to fall but that didn’t stop them from building up at your lash line. He said your name softly and scooted across the porch floor until he was next to you, his arm over your shoulder in an instant. “I’m so happy for all of you,” you sniffed, “Really, you have to know I am. Going off to chase your dreams. It just makes me feel like I’m never getting out of here, like I’ll be stuck in this town forever,” you said quietly. He absorbed your fears and rested in the quiet of your confession. “Do you trust me?” he asked tracing his fingers up and down your arm. You looked up at him through bleary eyes and nodded. “Come with me on Friday night, I’ll pick you up at the skate park at 5. Can you get Sadie to cover for you?” he asked turning your chin up to face him and you nodded. “What are you planning Morales?” you questioned with a small smile. “You’ll see,” he grinned.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” you asked Sadie nervously. “One thousand million percent, go get your boy,” she urged over the speaker of your flip phone. He had told you to dress comfortably so you chose a pair of baggy jeans with your favorite high tops, a simple grey tank top, and you tucked your favorite cream colored cardigan over the slouchy bag hanging from your shoulder. Your parents thinking you were spending the night with Sadie, you didn’t want to wear anything too nice and raise suspicion. You pulled into the skate part at 4:36. The butterflies in your stomach on autopilot causing you to arrive early. You and Frankie had never explicitly talked about this thing between you. Sometimes you were convinced you imagined it. Whether or not this was a date or led to a confession, you knew you loved him and would be sad to have his comforting presence gone from your life. Before you even parked, you saw him leaning up against his smooth black camero seemingly trying to fix his hair in the side view mirror. You couldn’t help but smile. He was in light wash jeans and his faded, white Aerosmith tee shirt that you loved so much. Atop his messy head head sat an equally faded bass pro shops hat. He smiled warmly at you as you parked one spot over from him. Your door opened for you and a soft hand extended to help you out. “You look beautiful,” he said closing your door behind you. “I look like I do every day,” you dismissed, unable to hide the flush it brought to your cheeks. “I know,” he said earnestly.

His trunk popped open to reveal a picnic basket, a blanket, and a longboard.

“What’s this for?”

“I wanted to take my best girl on a proper date before I left,” he said matter of factly piling the items into his right arm and offering you his left hand. Your fingers tangled with his without hesitation. You tried to savor this moment instead of thinking how much it would hurt to let go.

He picked up sandwiches from your favorite deli, fresh fruit, chocolate covered strawberries, everything you could think of. You both gushed over the mango he picked out. Slicing off pieces to hand to each other. You had settled in a patch of grass on the edge of the park off to the side of the walking path that wound through the woods just behind you. After you ate, he took your hand and walked you through the basics of riding a longboard. His steady hands on your hips, both of you laughing.

After about thirty very wobbly minutes and a lot of encouragement from Frankie, you felt brave enough to take off. “That’s it! You’ve got it!” he cheered as you zipped down the path making it about 20 feet before hopping off into the grass. “I think that’s as good as it’s gonna get,” you laughed stumbling back to retrieve the board. “I just remembered you saying you’ve always wanted to learn so I figured I’d give you your first lesson and a good board, maybe something to keep you busy when you’re feeling down,” he said reaching out to squeeze your shoulder. “Frankie,” you said softly, “This is too much. This must’ve cost a fortune, and the food too—“ but he cut you off. “Please let me spoil you like I’ve always wanted to,” he pleaded earnestly. “Now, we have much to do still,” he said clapping his hands and turning to clear the mess from the picnic. “There’s more?” you gasped jogging over to help him fold the blanket and empty the trash in a nearby can. “So much more,” he winked.

You turned to Frankie with a grin as he pulled into the parking lot of the town’s arcade. You had a love of all things 80’s from the music to the silly games waiting for you on the other side of the door. And of course Frankie knew that, he knew you better than anyone you were starting to realize. You got lost looking at the lights while he purchased some tokens handing you a cup. “Go crazy, princesa,” he whispered to you with a smile. You grabbed his hand and pulled him behind you laughing. They had all the classics like Pac-Man and Donkey Kong, but your favorite was Galaga. The two of you laughed blasting aliens for what felt like hours.

“Are you ready for your next stop?” he asked leaning up against a console, his hands in his pockets, hat turned backwards. He looked too good to be true, your heart ached as the clock crept forward to your inevitable goodbye. You held out your hand, “Lead the way, Morales.” He smiled and took it gladly, lacing your fingers together with a squeeze as he led you back to his car, only letting it go as you lowered yourself into the passenger side. He shut it gently behind you.

It was nearing 9:30 by the time you pulled into the theater parking lot. Instead of stopping at the ticket counter though, he walked right past. His two coworkers winking.

“What are we seeing?”

“You’ll see, hermosa,” he replied leading you to the concession counter.

You grabbed a popcorn and an icee to share before he led you to a theater on the very end. There was no one else in it.

“Pick anywhere, it’s all ours,” he smiled at you. “Pulling out all the stops I see,” you replied choosing the very back row under the projector. It was a small room, only fitting about forty seats. You guessed it was for the less popular releases.

You two nestled into your seats propping your feet up on the row in front of you. Frankie lifted up the arm of the chair that separated you two and you gladly tucked yourself into his chest tilting your head back to look at him. His beard tickling the top of your head. “Hi,” you smiled, your cheeks flushing at the proximity. “Hi princesa,” he breathed back smoothing your hair gently. The movie came on suddenly so you straightened a little bit to face the front as the opening credits for the Phantom Menace started playing. “Frankie!” you exclaimed and he chuckled. “I remembered it was your favorite,” he pressed a kiss to your temple.

Truthfully, you were glad that he chose a movie you had already seen so you didn’t feel bad stealing conversation and savoring your last few hours together.

You watched in silence for a while, hands brushing each other in the popcorn bucket, pressing pieces to the other’s lips. “You can’t do this,” you said quietly sitting up and pulling away from his embrace to look him straight on. “What do you mean?” a look of worry on his face. “This. All of this. Give me impossibly high standards just to leave,” you whispered, your voice cracking on the last word. The tears were back, this time spilling over with no hesitancy. “Hey hey hey,” he said cupping your face in his hands. Your name rolling gently off his tongue like it had for the last almost 10 years. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” He hesitated before continuing.

“Look, I’m all in. It’s always been you. It will always be you. I’m sorry it took me so long to say anything, I was afraid of losing you, but now that I’m going, I had to say something. I had to know…” he trailed off.

“If I feel the same way?”

He nodded.

“Of course I do,” you sniffed placing your hands on his face, mirroring his hold. “Frankie, no one knows me like you. No one treats me like you,” eyes falling to the floor.

He paused before responding. “I’m not going to ask you to wait for me, but please wait for me. I promise in a few years I’ll be making good money and I can fly you far away from this place,” his voice thick with sincerity and kept promises.

You looked into his brown eyes once more, they were lined with tears now too.

“Let me take care of you,” he pleaded.

“Frankie it’s not even a question, I’ll wait as long as I have to, as long as I know you’re coming back to me.”

“Nothing could keep me away,” he drew a hand away from your face to link his pinky with yours.

“Please kiss me.”

“Yes ma’am,” he pulled you into him, kissed you slowly and tenderly, like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted to do, the only thing he knew how to do.

You had kissed a few boys before, but never like this. Never like Frankie. Your hands tangled in his messy hair knocking his hat off. He never faltered, just held you close.

You eventually pulled away from each other and you settled back into his chest. His arms around you tightly.

“I love you, you know?” he murmured into your hair.

“I know,” you nuzzled into his chest.

You dozed off like that, nestled against his heartbeat, his scent enveloping you. You awoke to him whispering your name softly, “Baby, we gotta get going. They’re locking up in a minute.”

You peeled yourself from him, stretching and stifling a yawn. “What time is it?” “Almost one,” he replied finally picking his hat up from where it had fallen earlier. “Do you need to go?” you asked quietly. “I don’t want to,” he responded. “I’m sure we can find something else to do,” you smiled.

You ended up back at the skate park. Using the camping hammock you kept in your trunk and the blanket from the picnic, you hung yourselves a little bed in a clearing of the woods. Almost a perfect circular opening in the trees giving way to the stars above you. You slept nestled together feeling like the only people in the world.

The sun’s rays crept into your haven signaling it was time to go. Even though you had spent all night in his arms, it wasn’t enough. The goodbye was tearful on both ends, full of whispered promises. “I love you hermosa, I’ll be back before you know it,” he pressed one last kiss to your lips.

“I love you, Francisco.”

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