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Cynthia’s Visit Part 7

I couldn’t wait to get back inside in the warm but Frankie, she looks really nervous now she’s changed her outfit. If only she knew I’m actually a guy and I’m the one people who have questions about—not her.

“Hey er….Katie?” Frank mumbles, fidgeting closer to me as we enter the building. “The guys in the office don’t see me like this very often.”

As our high heels click rhythmically on the tiled floor of the foyer, Frankie reaches out and grabs my hand. Stopping, she gives me a concerned face.

I have to wonder why this girl is so afraid of showing herself like this–she’s stunning!

“Stop looking at me like I’m some sort of weirdo,” Frankie whines, biting her bottom lip and looking away. “I just find male attention really difficult to deal with…ok!”

She lets go of my hand and I’m left reeling as to what I’ve done to get that reaction.

“I didn’t say anything!” I nervously laugh, trying to comfort her with a gentle hand on the shoulder.

“I saw that look you just gave me,” Frankie sighs.

“I didn’t give you a look,” I protest. “Honestly…I get why you’re so worried. Took a mammoth amount of courage and some kind words from a friend to get me here looking like this tonight!”

“Yeah…?” she asks, gasping in surprise. “Do you not like getting attention either?”

“Erm…. Nah,” I answer, brushing the hair from my eyes. “I…erm—I guess you can say I’m different. Special.”

Frankie smiles wide. “Different huh…?”

Is this my moment to come clean to her?

“Yeah,” I nod, feeling those familiar fears building inside. “I’m really not your normal girl.”

Frankie giggles and points. “Oh, I can tell.”

“You can!?” I shriek, recoiling.

“Yeah,” she grins. “You don’t wear heels very often, do you?”

I look down at myself. “Huh?”

“You look very unsure about walking in them,” Frankie smirks. “I guess you’re like me and you didn’t like wearing them when growing up?”

I reluctantly nod in reply, thinking that’s what she wants to hear.

“The way you hold yourself too,” she giggles, pointing at my body. “It’s like you’re so uncomfortable with your body.”

“What do you mean?” I grumble, now worrying that I’ve been obvious all night!

I must really have a frowny face because Frankie immediately looks worried by my reaction.

“Oh, I….,” Frankie backtracks, clearly feeling she’s said something stupid. “Please don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but you kinda look just surprised by your body all the time. Like I saw you drinking earlier and you kept knocking your chest—like you aren’t aware you have one.”

Now I’m really starting to worry that people know!

“Ah don’t look sad Katie,” Frankie gently laughs, placing a comforting hand on my side. “I think it’s cute.”

“Cute?” I ask, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Oh yeah,” She grins wide. “I think we are like kindred spirits. I’m so uncomfortable showing my femininity and I think you are two.”

Frank frowns and looks away. “To be honest, I’m a little jealous that you’ve got such a full chest. Mine just never grew.”

“Oh right…,” I answer, feeling a little silly knowing they are fake and she’s feeling envious.

That’s when the male in me takes over. She really doesn’t need to worry, she’s extremely attractive to me.

“You don’t need to worry,” I grin. “Trust me, you are beautiful.”

“Y-yeah…?” she bashfully asks.

“Yes!” I reply instantly. “Not only are you attractive, but you’re charming and funny too!”

Her reaction is so very adorable! Her face lights up and she stares directly into my eye with the widest smile. Clearly, I said something she likes.

“KAAATIE…!!” A drunk voice squeals, interrupting our moment.

Spooked, we both turn to see Cynthia ambling around in the foyer, struggling to stand straight. Bumping into a nearby piece of furniture, Cynthia gives it a dirty look.

“Rude,” she laughs, giving us both that vacant look only a drunk person can.

“You okay Cynthia?” I ask, holding my arms out to catch her as she falls toward me.

“Yeaaahh baby!” she drunkenly screeches, burping in my face as she does. “Happy I’ve found you now!”

“Are you sure you’re ok?” I ask again, as she looks stands herself straight but sways on her heels.

“Oli’s t-t-taking me home…,” She slurs, seductively raising her eyebrows.

“He is?” Frankie interrupts, seemingly surprised.

Looking Vacant at Frankie, Cynthia grins and nods. “Yup.”

Cynthia’s eyes then grow wide and she stares directly at Frankie and her outfits.

“Whoa,” Cynthia slurps, wiping her mouth. “W-who’s this!?”

As I introduce Frankie, I see her sort of shying away from the situation. Makes me feel bad that Frankie is nervous about Cynthia!

“Oh don’t be nervous Frankie,” I say softly “Cynthia might be drunk, but she’s got a heart of gold.”

“Awww…,” Cynthia giggles, giving me a playful smile.

Then she stumbles over to Frankie, falling forward at her with absolutely none of the grace I’m used to seeing from her. Catching herself before she falls, Cynthia throws an arm over Frankie’s bare shoulders and brings her in close.

“Yeah….don’t worry!” she says trying to whisper, but talking at normal volume. “I’ve got pretty good at hatching eggs—I mean, look at Katie here.”

“Egg?” Frankie questions, trying to squirm away.

“Yeah,” Cynthia laughs, nodding vigorously when a drunk person gets excited. “She’s one of the prettiest eggs I’ve seen.”

Cynthia burps a little then wipes her mouth. “I think I oughta start charging for it as a service,” she clumsily continues. “Should have seen how nervous Katie was when I showed her the costume I’d picked for her—thought she was going to have an aneurism!”

Oh god. Here she goes again!

“Egg?” Frankie asks again, giving me a confused look.

Still using Frankie to hold herself up, Cynthia points in my direction with a massive grin. “Katie here is a cross…..,”

“Cynthia!” A stressed voice interrupts from the entrance to the dance floor.

Saved!

Breathing a sigh of relief, we all turn to see who shouted, and walking slowly towards us is Ken holding a very drunk Oliver.

Oliver slumped over Ken’s shoulders they both shuffle toward us and Ken gives me a frustrated look.

“You two have been gone ages!” he complains, glaring at me and Frankie. “These who challenged each other to shots and now look at them!”

“He’s a lightweight!” Cynthia giggles, pointing at Oliver, who is barely conscious.

“Sorry Ken,” Frankie replies softly, struggling to hold Cynthia up. “Katie helped me get changed and we got to talking.”

Ken blows a raspberry and frowns.

“Well, I’ve ordered these two a taxi and I’m going to call it a night too,” he grumbles, adjusting his stance to hold Oliver.

“Wait, what!?” I complain. “How am I getting home then?”

“I don’t know!” Ken uncharacteristically growls. “Can you both just help me get these baffoons to the taxi that’s waiting out front?”

Seeing his frustrated expression and Frankie struggling under Cynthia’s heft, I soon scurry around to Cynthia’s side and swing her arm over my shoulder.

She gives me the biggest grin as me and Frankie start shuffling her toward the exit.

“Pssst….,” Cynthia says, turning to me to talk as loud as a fog horn. “Your new friend here is super cute! Is she single?”

I roll my eyes. Real subtle Cynthia, you crazy American!

“Y-yeah….,” Frankie awkwardly squeaks. “I’m….very much single. I have a real problem finding anyone my type.”

That’s when a very drunk Oliver, who’s barely able to talk, scoffs and laughs in reaction to Frankie’s comments.

“T-t-that’s right!” he bumbles. “S-s-shee….k-keeps..saying NO to Ken! Poor Ken….not e-even the w-weird girl in the t-the office wants him!!”

“I’m not weird!” Frankie hisses in reaction. “God ken, get him home already!”

Bright red like a tomato, Ken shies away. “Thank you for that, Oliver,” he whispers sarcastically under his breath.”

All now in awkward silence, we get both Cynthia and Ken outside and to the taxi out front. Ken stuffs Oliver very unceremoniously into the back and then gracefully helps Cynthia in too.

“BYE KATIE!” Cynthia screeches as she pushes up against Oliver in the back seat.

As I peek into the back of the taxi, I’m a little worried.

“Erm…,” I say, standing up to look at Ken. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this. She’s supposed to be staying at mine.”

Ken looks at me with a blank expression. “Don’t worry,” he says plainly “I’ve an extra room at my place. She’ll be fine with us tonight.”

Still unsure, I pull a face.

“Don’t worry Katie,” Frankie says, standing just behind me. “I can vouch for these two. I’ve stayed over many times.”

I nod and Frank stuff himself into the taxi. As he goes to shut the door, he looks up at Frankie

“Frank,” he says, shaking his head. “Don’t let my date walk home on her own. I’d feel awful if anything happened to her.”

Frankie nods slowly then points at me.

“Sorry Katie,” Ken says, turning his attention to me. “Maybe we can meet up again?”

“Sure,” I reply with a friendly smile.

Pullin the taxi door closed, we soon watch it pull away into the night. The cold of the evening starts to be extremely noticeable as I wonder what to do next. I guess I just call a taxi.

“Sorry about that,” Frankie awkwardly laughs, rubbing her face. “Those two are great guys usually. I’ve never seen Oliver get like that before.”

“It’s ok,” I smile, folding my arms. “Cynthia is quite the woman. I’m sure she had something to do with it.”

Frankie looks down at her feet and shakes her head.

“I’m also sorry for ruining your date,” she mutters. “I didn’t realize we’d been away from the party for so long. Makes me feel really bad for Ken.”

“Did he ask you out?” I respond curiously

Frankie looks up and smirks. “Yeah, several times. We went on a few dates too.”

“What happened?”

“Erm…,” Frankie grins. “I don’t think we are either type If I’m honest. Between us girls, I think he’s in love with Oliver.”

My eyes shoot wide open. “Seriously!?”

“Shhh…!” Frankie whispers. “Yeah, I’m pretty certain of it. But listen, I didn’t tell you that!”

“Does Oliver know!?”

“Katie!” Frankie grumbles, putting a finger to her lips. “Maybe…maybe not. I’m not sure. I’ve got all the time in the world for them both though. They’d make such a cute couple!”

“So is…,” I pause. “Oliver that way inclined too?”

Frankie shakes her head. “Nah. Doesn’t that just make you feel awful for Ken?”

“Yeah,” I answer, thinking about all my interactions with him.

“Sooo….are we going back to the party, or are you wanting to go home?”

Rubbing my face, I do feel pretty tired. These heels have been pinching for hours now and I’ve got the worst wedgie.

“I might call a taxi,” I reply.

“I’ve got my car,” Frankie instantly answers, pointing back to it across the car park. “Do you wanna just crash at mine? It’s not far from here.”

“I dunno….,” I answer reluctantly, shuffling a heel.

I’m not sure she will be happy if I stay over and she finds out I’m a guy!

“Oh go on!” she pleas giving me the biggest sad eyes. “I don’t usually hit it off with women as attractive as you. Usually, I’m a dribbling mess and I’d kick myself if I didn’t at least offer.”

She grabs my hand and starts dragging me toward her car. I don’t fight back, but I pull a very disapproving face.

“Don’t you want to say goodbye to your work friends?” I ask, pointing at the venue with my free hand.

“Ken and Oliver are my only real friends at work,” Frankie sighs but then smiles. “Plus, I’m happy enough with the company I’ve got. You coming round mine…right?”

I’m about to shake my head and say no, but a sinking feeling hits me like a truck. Cynthia’s got my keys!

Darn bloody bunny outfit! I’ve got no pockets and Cynthia had all my stuff in her bag! Ah…crap!

“Can I stay over?” I ask, feeling the fear of being out all night dressed as I am.

Frankie stops and looks me dead in the eye before allowing her face to burst out in the widest of smiles.

“You want to stay over!?” she shrieks with excitement! “A little forward of you Katie, but If this is going where I think it is…. I’d love that!”

I breathe a sigh of relief, before smiling back. “Yeah….is that ok?”

Frankie squeezes my hand tight and passionately nods her head. “Yeah it is!”

Pulling me now even faster towards her car, she throws the passenger side door open for me. Helping me in, I shiver a little at the cold leather seats.

“Y’know….,” Frankie uncomfortable laughs, sitting in the driver's seat and turning the ignition. “I’ve never done this before. I’ve never brought someone that I’ve met at a party back to my place.”

Rubbing my exposed thighs to keep them warm, I give her a quick sideways glance.

“Me neither,” I reply with a chatter of my teeth.