Warnings: Mature Language, Threats, Violence, Mentions of Drug Abuse, Blood, Fights, Transphobia, Limeish/ Making out, Sexual References. ITS HAPPENING YALL GETTING CUTE ASF FRAMANDA! Also this chapter is a long one because I love this episode! The next one will be more of an "epilogue"/ shorter one before s3!
A/N: Also with school, studying, a role in my production and other projects updates may be longer just a reminder! I haven't forgotten about this book and I love writing it!
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𝗦𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘄 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲, 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 falling in love with the black shadow, black eyeliner, Top Dog, badass Franky Doyle. "I fuckin' love ya golden hair." Franky smirked pressing her lips harshly against mine, she'd comforted me about Lola and well one thing led to another. "Yeah, what else do ya like?" I breathily asked her my lips beginning to attack her neck. "Ya smile..." She started. "Keep going." I husked as I started to create an "A" on her neck with my sucking and biting.
"I like that ya got a badass attitu-tudee." Franky moaned as I giggled, "Ya like there don't ya love." I smirked as a loud voice interrupted us. "Hey! I uh can't get Liz's- Ahh shit!" Boomer groaned as we jumped. "Jesus Boomer!" Franky grumbled. "Why didn't ya fuckin' knock!" I shouted. "I forgot! Shit, sorry I can go." Boomer stumbled over her words as I smirked.
"No, it's fine, ya here now spill." Doyle told her best friend wrapping an arm around me. "That bitch Sanger won't give the address to me." Booms complained. "Oh, Jesus, Booms. You asked a fuckin' parole officer? That's not exactly keepin' things on the down-low is it?" Franky huffed at her friend moving her arms around in frustration.
"All right little miss squirmy calm the fuck down, put ya hands in one space. Booms, did ya at least use an excuse. Like me, ya can use me 'cause I wanna get in contact with her." I told the larger woman in front of me, I considered Boomer one of my closest friends now. "Well no I didn't tell her what it was for. And ya shouldn't wanna see her the fuckin' lagger!" Boomer grumbled back.
"Well thank fuck for small miracles. This is exactly what I was talkin' about, ya don't leave a trail. And my Mandy can see who and speak to who the fuck she wants clear?" Franky snapped at Boomer, I liked that she defended me. "All right already! Alright? I'm-I'm pissed off!" Boomer shouted back. "We know Booms but ya don't wanna get more time for it eh? C'mere." I softly told her wrapping my arms around her.
"Maybe ya should just leave it for now?" The top dog suggested as I rubbed Boomers back. "No way!" She refused. "I'm just sayin' ya head isn't fuckin' in it." She pointed out as I realised Boomer was getting angry again and I stepped back. "No! I am the one that got seven years and it wasn't even my bloody gear!" Boomer shouted angrily before taking a moment to calm down.
