Married By Accident

05: Roman Holiday

| Diana |

"Okay, genius. I love the song but I meant Roman Holiday the movie. Audrey Hepburn, Gregory Peck?" Maza replied factually while taking off her fake mustache.

"I knew that. I was testing you." Jodie responded with a smug look on her face.

"Whatever. Is it on Netflix?" Maza continued.

We were still at Jodie's bar. Maza and Juls sort of had a little back and forth earlier. Surprisingly, Juls was the one who wanted to get hammered tonight. Maza insisted they keep it to a minimum since they have an event tomorrow. They needed to be early and not f**k around. I always thought she was the kind of girl who just loved to get wasted at any given opportunity. Jodie agreed but Juls mostly rolled her eyes and I think she may have finished an entire bottle or two. She also had three or more glasses of her soon-to-be-famous Maza inspired cocktail drink.

This is the longest time that I have spent with them. Juls has always been nice to me. Maza would usually ditch whatever's happening when I'm around. You will know if someone's avoiding you. I dated a few of her friends and most of them did not end well. Her entire circle hates me. I definitely heard a lot of stories, most of them were not true.

Jodie may have mentioned this once:'She doesn't totally hate you. She thinks you're cool. She just has a few issues about you dating her friends. But she's alright.'

I admit to being a jerk at times and not calling girls back, at least that's how I was. I can't, for the life of me, keep up with a relationship.

Franki is a different story.

She makes me feel in control, but still vulnerable. I've never felt that before, I always let the other person decide where to go, what to do, what movie to watch, what to order. I know we've only talked about silly things but we connected. I've never felt that kind of connection with anyone before. We never run out of things to talk about.

I haven't checked her i********: or googled her in any sort. I know she's a drummer and a part-time DJ. Between that and looking like a supermodel, her feed may be a huge portfolio of her amazing and very cool life and I'm not ready for all of that. She looks like the kind of girl who's never been rejected by someone.

Is this fate? Is this karma?

That scares me.

Still can't believe I married her though.

The thought made me smile.

"D, what do you say?" Jodie asked while I was buried in my thoughts.

"Roman Holiday or How To Marry A Millionaire?" Franki interjected, then bit on a french fry.

Even that was cute.

I'm a huge Lauren Bacall fan so I chose the latter. Franki and Juls squealed in excitement because apparently there was a voting going on and I was the tie breaker. They both loved Marilyn Monroe so we won. I think Maza hates me even more now, awesome.

"Taste." Franki whispered, her voice a little raspy. She gave me a cute smile then got up and walked to the kitchen looking for ketchup. I blushed but was lucky enough the place was dimly lit.

Juls beamed at me, overly so and slurred, "I don't know why people hate you, I knew you were cool, I always thought you were cooool. Thhank you, m'lady." She then drunkenly curtsied, almost losing her balance and handed me a bucket of fries.

Between me, Jodie and Maza, there was definitely awkward silence after that. Thanks Juls.

"Okay, cmere babe, you've had enough wine." Jodie caught her.

Franki came back and sat on the sofa. I joined her but chose to lean against the far armrest, more than a cushion's left between us. She's busy texting.

I have been reflecting on my poor life decisions and thinking about her the entire day. I didn't want to text her first so I waited. But to no avail. Seeing her super busy with her phone right now is sort of breaking my heart.

Get a grip.

Fascinated at how she called me wife earlier though. Maybe it was because I welcomed her with an enormous on my face? I do sometimes have a problem hiding my emotions. I can play it cool, but not with her.

Definitely wasn't able to control myself that morning when she came back to my hotel room.

Remembering all of that, I took a deep breath somewhere between frustrated and something else I still don't quite know how to put into words. A different sort of frustrated. The kind that sets butterflies loose in my stomach and makes the blood rush in my ears.

I used to be able to bottle up emotions but when she's around I feel like it will build up and eventually explode in an extremely unhealthy manner. Maybe telling someone about her will bring me relief? But who? I can't tell Sky about this. Not now. Absolutely not Jodie either.

My phone started beeping. Gino texted me and wanted to hang out. I gave my address and he's now on his way.

I just noticed that my battery's about to die but I continued to check my messages.

Gino can be arrogant and stubborn but once you get to know him, he's pretty great. People hate him because of how cocky and overbearing he is and I gotta admit that's true. His family has lots of businesses around the area. We both love travelling. My last memory of him was on a trip to Barcelona with Sky, and stuff happened. The three of us haven't exactly talked about it yet because Sky left for London and I flew to New Zealand a few days after we got back. He may be a jerk sometimes, but I know him well enough to trust him.

Gino; Manila/Around the world

"Hey." Franki extended her hand holding a tub of fries. She was at the far end of the couch.

"Thanks, but um," I showed her that I had my own share of overflowing fries courtesy of Juls. Then we both laughed softly.

"I'll have that." Maza removed the cushion that's separating Franki and me then sat between us.

The laughter stopped, she's onto me.

Juls and Jodie are sitting on a thick floor blanket along with three huge pillows. There was a mini stage in front of us with a huge screen where artists or DJs would be situated during normal bar hours. The only source of light right now was the beam from the projector far above our head.

My nerves were not settled at all with Maza sitting beside me but as the movie progressed, things sorted out nicely. Franki and Juls would react at some scenes and we did our favorite lines along with the film. Maza started to appreciate it too and even laughed a few times. 

I wonder what her taste in movies are?

I went to her f*******: and saw that she has a letterboxd account. I clicked it and searched for her reviews.

Roman Holiday. There it is.

I'm pretty sure she made a very clever, articulate, two-paragraph worth review.

Oh Maza.

I think she's really funny and if things were different, we would probably be good friends. She then got a phone call, stood up and slowly walked out of the bar.

Then there was only me and Franki on the sofa. I held her in my peripheral vision but did not want to turn around and look. I pretended to concentrate on the movie and even fake laughed a few times.

I caught her several times glancing at me, then back to the screen. At one point our eyes met, but she looked away.

I tried to check my phone but it's finally dead.

Great. Now how am I supposed to pretend that I'm texting during awkward situations?

Franki stood up and slowly glanced at me. I tore my eyes away from the screen I was so bluntly staring at to turn and face her.

She then started walking away.

Where is she going and why is my heart beating so fast?

I tried to watch the movie again but couldn't concentrate. I saw her going upstairs. The only restroom that was currently available for use was on the second level. The one downstairs isn't working so I assume she was going for a restroom break.

Phew.

I swear I can hear the sound of my own heartbeat. Each beat sent a painful throb through my chest, reverberating through my entire body. For what seemed like an eternity I sat there, consumed by the pulse of my pounding heart.

Maza is still outside, talking to someone on the phone. Juls laid on the floor, probably asleep or eyes drooping. I glanced back to the screen, it was playing the last scene where the three happy couples end up at a greasy spoon, dining on hamburgers.

It was the first time Jodie saw this movie so she's the only one truthfully paying attention to it.

Then I decide to stand up and slowly walk upstairs.

Dear god what am I doing?

I was careful not to make a sound as I gently tread along empty chairs and tables. Then I saw the stairs, it's dark on this area and I wanted to use my phone for light but got annoyed when I remembered that it's dead.

I slowly walked up and the second level of the bar is currently unoccupied, seeing a better view of yet another set of empty chairs and tables.

...how much farther do these stairs go on?

It felt like forever.

A couple more flights and I can finally see the entire area. There was a tiny balcony just beside the bar counter. The air was cold and sent me chills.

What am I doing here?

She was nowhere to be found. I look around and there was a shaft of light coming from under the restroom door.

I listened to my steps, almost deafening in the silence, as I carefully pushed the door to the women's restroom open.

I was met with the sight of Franki standing in front of the mirror with head down. The restroom itself was out of the ordinary. A long counter with several inset sinks sat below a wide mirror opposite several empty stalls with vintage walnut door. I flicked my eyes over her.

She slowly looked up, hands braced against the sink. She caught my gaze in the mirror but didn't smile. Her expression is unreadable and pensive but she didn't take her eyes off me. I took that as an invitation and slipped closer from behind.

She stayed silent.

I slowly presssed myself against her back. Her hair smelled like cherry and vanilla.

I gently brushed off a chunk of her hair to expose her neck, she tilted her head to the side, then I buried my face in. I planted my lips on her neck and traced up kissing the sensitive skin under her ear. I can tell she loved it by the way she craned her neck to give me more space to work with.

Franki is the sun and I'm one of the shattered stars constantly spinning around her.

Not the time to be a poet, Diana.

She moaned as I watched her face in the mirror, thrilled in the fact that I'm the one causing those micro expressions of pleasure. Her breath caught up and her chest rose, the curve of her breast catching my eye.

I gripped her hips and gently ran my hands up her sides feeling her soft skin and stopped when I brushed her already stiff n*****s. She gasped in pleasure.

"D..." She whispered, eyes still shut.

"Be quiet." I demanded.

Her body responded each time I moved my hands. I spread my fingers and closed them back over her breasts, grabbing them fully. She let out a little moan and arched her back more to show me how much she's enjoying this.

"Is this what you want? You've been eyeing me all night." I said breathily, in a serious tone.

"Someone might walk in..." She responded weakly.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No." She then attempted to turn and face me but I pushed her back in position.

"I didn't tell you to move." My fingers trailed and found their way through the soft linen of her underwear. I reached around her with my right hand, hovering over where I know she really wanted them. My left hand roved everywhere from the curve of her hips to her heavy breasts.

Franki gripped the edge of the sink in front of her, knuckles desperately fighting to stay quiet while I finally pressed my fingers inside her. She screwed her eyes shut as I felt wet heat drip down her thighs. I rolled her c**t in circles and dipped my fingers inside her intermittently, never letting her moans get too loud before I backed away. I'm somehow delighted in the feeling that it was already swollen with anticipation before thrusting two fingers in. She whined but stayed quiet, focusing on the sensation of me curling inside her.

I thrusted more insistently into her core, feeling my hand getting coated with slick heat. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, focusing on enjoying the sensation without making a sound, as I told her.

Good girl.

She was found wanting more and when I asked if she can take another finger, we heard nimble footsteps nearing the room.

We both flushed a furious red, scrambling to right our clothes and hair.

"D? You here? Gino's downstairs." Jodie. One of these days she's really going to catch us. 

I quickly grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser and hurried to the door as soon as I heard her open it. She can't come in, Franki needed to fix herself up. I needed to fix myself up, but I didn't have a choice. My heart was beating so fast, what a complete one eighty.

"Yeah, sorry. How long has he been there? My phone's dead." I explained, completely forgot I just marched out leaving Franki inside.

Fuck. Diana, you little s**t.

"Not long, you feeling alright? Your cheeks look super flushed."

Cheeks scarlet in embarrassment and excitement... thrill... god Franki, I'm so sorry. 

"I'm fine, I just, it's been a long night." I said dismissively. I wanted to text her but my phone's dead. 

I feel dead.

We proceeded downstairs and saw Juls already asleep on the floor. Maza just finished her phone call. She hummed to Roman Holiday by Halsey while walking back inside.

"♫And we know that we're headstrong, and our heart's gone, and the timing's never riiiiight... ♩"

Timing's definitely never right. Well maybe try not to f**k someone in your cousin's restroom counter top next time.

"Hey can you drive Juls home and come back? I'll just tidy up. I need a nightcap." Jodie asked her. Maza nodded. I forced a smile and bade goodbye.

"Thank you, I had a great time. See you tomorrow?" I told Jodie before walking out of the door. Gave her a nice little hug, she waved at Gino who also waved back with a huge smile plastered on his face.

When she finally left, I slowly walked towards him, smile still on his face. He was standing in front of his parked car with arms folded across his chest. He looked very excited to see me.

I gulped nervously, "G... something happened."

He smiled, "Hah, definitely missed hearing that from you. Just like old times. Hop in and tell me everything."