Framia: amor Notes
por ~NaruIno4eva
I DID NOT WRITE THI.ONE OF MY DEVIANTART friends DID!
Frank and Jamia walked to the one class they had together, his arm around her shoulders and hers around his waist. Before they turned the corner that would lead them to class, Frank gave his girlfriend one last kiss before they proceeded down the hallway with no signs of PDA whatsoever. Not touching her in any way always made him anxious and agitated, even for a moment. They entered class and sat in their seats, he stared at Jamia with obvious cachorro, filhote de cachorro dog eyes as she got class materials out of her bag. She saw this - it was hard to ignore him since he sat right seguinte to her - and blushed with embarrassment.
"What are you staring at, my love?" she asked, smiling. Before he could answer, Sister AnneMary smacked the chalk board with her yard stick, striking fear into the hearts of all her students. Obediently, everyone sat down, shut up, and paid attention.
"Good afternoon, class." she barked at the tired pack of students that was her fifth period class.
"Good afternoon, Sister AnneMary" the class droned back emotionlessly, wanting to get out for lunch as soon as possible.
"Today we are starting on the Book of Genesis, Chapter Four." The students dutifully got out their bibles and flipped to the correct pages. As Sister AnneMary rattled on about Cain and Abel, Jamia noticed a piece of paper on her escrivaninha, mesa that was folded up with the words 'Jamia Open :D' scribbled on in Frank's hand writing. She opened the note, and blushed when she read the message. She hurringly wrote down her reply and passed it slyly back to him. Frank simply smiled and giggled ever so softly, but despite it's low volume it did not elude the ancient nun's ears.
"Mister Iero." she called out, her yard stick of doom pointed at his general direction. Frank held his hands up in defense, like a criminal to a cop.
"What do you find about Cain slaying his brother Abel so hilarious?"
"Um, well, uh, that is an excellent pergunta that I am not sure how to answer. But, Sister AnneMary, your eyes are looking SO, erm, green today. Are you using a new brand of mascara-?" Frank's attempt to charm his way out of trouble was cut off when she snatched the note off his desk, despite it being quite well hidden por his elbow. She unfolded it and read the messages out loud to the whole class.
"Ahem...'I was staring at you, my Love, because I noticed your eyes sparkled the same way they did when we first made sweet, sweet, amor together, and the memories just came back to my mind. Speaking of amor making, I've noticed that we've done It either at my mom's or my dad's. Mind if I shack up at your place this weekend? Winky-face. Frank.'" The class roared with laughter as the two apaixonados flushed and looked at the floor with shame. Sister AnneMary, however, was not done. She held up her yard stick and the classroom suddenly had silence on full volume.
"I was not finished...'I doubt my parents will let you inside overnight after the pregnancy scare. Then again, Romeo never went through the front door when he wanted Juliet. Can you climb up the back mural through my window into my bed? I'll be waiting there for you then. Winky face. Jamia." The old, decreped woman crushed the paper with her tallon-like hand and glared at both Jamia and Frank.
"Class dismissed, except for Mister Iero and Miss Nestor." Everyone got up quickly and ran out of the room as fast as they could. Jamia sat with her hands in her lap, biting her lip in fear. When Sister AnneMary has her back turned, Frank reached over and held her hand, stroking it with his thumb. She turned around sharply, yard stick in hand, and stood before these wild, love-making teenaged apaixonados that were her students.
"So, you two are in a sexual relationship, so young and unmarried?" she questioned them accusingly. Jamia was too embarressed and too ashamed to answer back. Seeing his lady in distress, Frank cleared this throat and stood up.
"Yes, ma'am - we are in a relationship. We amor each other, care for each other, and are always there for one another. We are essentially a married couple, at least that's what some of her friends have called us. Yes, we have had sex. We are always protected, and yes, there was a scare, but the test was negative. I amor Jamia, and I know that some people would have prefered me to wait for the 'right person' that I might marry, but the truth is, Jamia is that 'right person.' She is the amor of my life, and I wouldn't change anything about us and our history for the world." He sat back down, both women looking at him with a concoction of impressiveness and blindsightedness. Sister AnneMary sighed and turned away, waving her hand to signal them to leave her classroom. They quietly packed up their things and left hand-in-hand.
"Frankie?" she asked quietly, placing her free hand on his chest and stopping him. He faced her and held her in his arms.
"What's the matter?"
"Did you really mean what you said to the Sister when you told her I was the person you wanted to marry?" Her brown eyes looked hopeful and worrysome, not sure if she wanted to know the answer.
"Of course you are - I would never, ever lie about something like that," he pressed her to his chest and held her tight, her arms wrapped around him reassuringly, "How about on Friday, you meet me in the park? I have a special present for you to show how much I amor you." Jamia smiled with anticipation and gave his neck and quick, soft kiss. He got a hold of her heart-shaped face and kissed her rosy, almost sweet-tasting lips. She kissed him back, and they continued down the hallway in their impenitrable nuvem of lover's bliss