AN: WELLLLLLLLLLL I haven't updated this in over a year. You know what happened? University did and got in the way of EVERYTHING! Well maybe not everything like I also wrote the first draft of a book I want to have published. But I decided to come back to this 'cause I got a few comments of people hoping it would continue. And also 'cause today I reread it and was like "oh isn't this just a brilliant wee story." So yeah I decided to continue. I also listened to The Little Mermaid soundtrack while writing this because I'm in such a Disney mode, yo. You feel?

"And then...Heathcliff met his love, Cathy, for the first time since she was married to Edgar Linton!"

I groaned internally as Miss Del Rio raved on about this dumb book we were studying. It was too early for her shouting. And I didn't get the chance to have my morning coffee as I wanted to quickly leave the house before Frank could pester me further.

Oh well. I had gym next period so that would wake me up.

I flinched as I felt an unknown object hit me in the head. Looking down to my desk I saw it was a scrunched up piece of paper. I opened it up to see it read 'Bitch, this sucks! Let's go to the bathroom and hang out'.

I looked around to see Jenna rolling her eyes with boredom. She nodded her head towards the door and mouthed 'let's go.'

'Don't even think about leaving, Kitten.'

My eyes squeezed shut in frustration as Frank's annoying voice sounded in my mind.

'I'm intrigued in this story. I feel like Heathcliff is going to bend that Cathy girl over a table and - -'

'Wow! Don't even go there, Frank. I don't need to hear this kind of shit right now. It's too early. And also, he doesn't bend anyone over a table.'

'How boring. I miss the Transylvanian education system.'

'I bet you do, you horny bitch.'

'Why use what I am as an insult? It wouldn't be very insulting if I called you a tangerine, now would it?'

'You see, it's very insulting. I'd be grateful if you would stop calling me that.'

'OK, Kitten.'

'Ughh, you repulse me. Anyway, I hope you're not a little bitch about pain.'

'Why? What do you - - OW!'

Blood started to surface from the bite mark on my hand. I waited for it to drip a bit before raising my hand in the air.

"Miss Del Rio! My hand is bleeding. May I be excused?" I announced.

People in the class looked around in amazement as if they hadn't seen blood in their lives.

"Ew! Yes! Just go! Get that blood out of my sight!" Miss Del Rio whined using her hand to block her view of my wound.

"Can I go with her? In case she passes out on the way?" Jenna chimes in.

"Yes. Just go, for fuck sake!" Miss Del Rio exclaimed before wincing at her mistake. "Oh, boys and girls, forgive me for the poor choice in language."

Jenna and I were out of the class at this stage. We made our way to our favourite hang out spot; the bathroom. Just like the day before. Just like any other day.

Jenna propped herself up on the window ledge sparking up a cigarette.

"Finally, I was ready to gouge my eyes out." Jenna groaned before inhaling the smoke.

"Ugh, you know how I feel about smoking. Someday you're gonna be caught and I'm sorry but I'm not bailing you out." I informed her as I let cold water pour over the bite mark on my hand.

"Shut up. You smoke weed."

"Occasionally."

"Anyway, hows your favourite Doctor?" Jenna teased.

'Oh, I'm your favourite now?'

I pushed Frank's voice to the back of my head hoping it actually shoved him over or something. "He's still there. He wont stop nagging me. He doesn't even make an effort to bother Brad and Mom. It's just me he loves to torment."

"Ooh. Maybe he's trying to get in your pants." Jenna suggested (even though she's more or less stating a fact.)

"OK, don't be worried or anything 'cause I know how to handle it. But yes, he is trying to get in my pants." I said causing Jenna's eyes to widen.

"Shit! How old is he?" She asked.

"I don't know." I shrugged.

'Frank, how old are you?'

'Isn't it a bit rude to ask a question like that?'

'Says you.'

"He doesn't ever say. He looks to be in his 30's." I estimated. "He tries to climb in bed with me and he walked in on me when I was ready to shower. I was completely naked."

"Huh." Jenna said thinking to herself. She clicked her tongue before inhaling on the cigarette again. "He sounds super horny. Maybe you should try and fuck him."

"Jenna, why would I do that?" I asked as my eyebrows knit together.

'Great suggestion, Jenna. I really like this girl, Rocky.'

Jenna shrugs shifting her position on the window ledge. "I just thought maybe you should. Just to make him happy. And also because you're still - -"

"Don't say it." I pointed a finger at her before she could even continue.

'You're still...You're still what?'

"I'm sorry. It was just a suggestion. Just thought you should get it out of the way is all. I mean, you are 17." Jenna says throwing her hands up in defence.

'Rocky, are you a- -'

'Frank, I swear to God. Stay out of my business.'

"If I wanted to get it out of the way the last person I'd choose is Frank." I replied with a hint of spite.

"OK, you're clearly pissed." Jenna stated. How observant. "I think with the stress of finding out all these lies about your past has left you very tense. I just think you should find yourself a guy to help relieve the stress. Or a girl. I'm not judging."

'You are! You're a virgin!'

'Frank, kindly go and fuck yourself.'

'Oh, kitten. No need to be so harsh. Want to relieve some of that tension?'

'If I hear one more word I'm calling that Priest.'

"You've gone quiet, Rocky. What are you thinking about?" Jenna asked looking concerned. "Was it what I said? You know I'm just playing, right?"

I sighed heavily. "I know. There's just a lot going through my head right now. I don't think fucking someone will relieve it in any way."

"Well, you got gym next period. Take all of that pent up frustration and punch it in someones face." Jenna smiled, smoking the cigarette.

"Oh, trust me. I will." I replied stifling a laugh.


Ah, gym class; the highlight of my day. Working out has always been a great way to blow off some steam. And not to mention the great feeling you have after.

'I'm rather disappointed, Kitten. All these teenagers are so unattractive. Covered in pimples. The stench of sweat radiating from them. Covered in body hair!'

'It's a high school gym class, Frank. What were you expecting?'

'Honestly, knowing this boring planet, not much. But they could at least have cheerleaders.'

'Well sorry but they're too busy hooking up with the jocks in the old back building.'

'Shall we join them?'

'No. Now shut up.'

I carried out some steps up ignoring the whining of Frank in my head. I focused on the number of steps I was on which proved to actually block out the pest.

I jumped as a hand landed on my shoulder. Looking around I saw it was none other than Jack Dupree, or Jack Dupp as I loved to tease him.

"Well, Rocky, you're looking extra sweaty today." Jack observed, his eyes roaming up and down.

"Sorry, I'll try and turn down my hotness levels." I replied, continuing with my step ups.

'Oh, this is that boy from the picture in your room.'

'No shit, Sherlock.'

"I missed you yesterday. I haven't seen you in a while." Jack said as he started his own step ups on the bench beside me.

"You missed me? Doesn't sound like the Jack I know." I replied.

"Well, allow me to rephrase my statement. I missed my gym class rival and beating her to a set of push ups." Jack smirked.

I glared at him raising my eyebrows slightly.

'OK. I am completely and utterly confused. Who is this Jack boy?'

'Jack and I are rivals.'

'Oh. Then why do you have a picture of him in your bedroom?'

'Wouldn't you? Yeah he's an ass but God he's so hot.'

'Teenagers these days.'

I looked to my feet which continuously stepped up onto the bench and back down to the ground. I felt a burn in my calves. Ugh, I love that feeling.

"You think you can beat me to a round of push ups?" I proposed to Jack.

"I don't think. I know I can." Jack grinned a dorky smile in my direction.

I stopped the step ups and faced him, to which he copied. "Fine. We'll see about that. 100 push ups. I bet I can do them all."

Jack thought about it for a second before a smile spread from cheek to cheek. "You got yourself a bet."

"Good. If I win, you have to declare me the Queen of the gym class and you're just a weak baby." I said giving him a bitter smile.

"Fine. But if I win." He paused leaning towards me. "Seven minutes in Heaven."

I clicked my tongue, staring at him with wide eyes. What a typical boy. Then again, I wasn't exactly complaining.

"Deal." I stated, extending my hand out to which Jack took it in his

"Deal." He repeated shaking my hand.

We moved to a more open space in the hall, a crowd forming around us as we got down on the ground.

"ROCKY – ROCKY – RA RA RA! ROCKY – ROCKY – RA RA RA!"

The chanting of the crowd around me gave me a smile. Glad to know they were all rooting for me.

'Kitten, are you sure you can handle this? He's a beat muscly around the arms and you're just a small thing.'

'One thing to remember, Frankie boy; never underestimate me.'

Jack and I got into our positions as a boy stood in front of us. He counted back from three, blew his whistle and the challenge began.

I pushed up – and down. Up – and down. Keeping my rhythm steady as I concentrated. I had to beat him. The image of him realising he's a sore loser was so satisfying. Now don't get me wrong. The idea of seven minutes in Heaven with Jack is quite intriguing. But the victory would be the cherry on top of my year.

"You're sweating, Rocky." Jack teased. "Feeling the pressure yet?"

"It's nothing I can't handle, Jackie boy." I smirked glancing in his direction.

"We'll see about that...when we're in the store room." Jack grinned before looking away.

'Kitten, question; what is seven minutes of Heaven?'

'Seven minutes in Heaven.' I corrected Frank in my mind. 'Basically, if Jack wins this bet, we go to the store room at the back of the gym and he'll do whatever he wants with me while we're in there.'

'Oh! Who knew humans could actually be so adventurous!'

'Well, don't get too excited 'cause I'm gonna beat his ass at this bet.'

I was now at 50 push ups. It was safe to say I was definitely feeling the pressure. But I persevered.

"How are you...holding up...Jack?" I asked in between shaky breaths.

"Fine...never better." He struggled to say.

I looked up to see his eyes squeezed shut. He breathed out heavily with each time he lowered his body to the ground. Sweat was beginning to drip from his forehead and onto the ground.

"Feeling...the pressure yet?" I mocked in him in a deep voice. "Better not fall."

"I...won't."

'He's not gonna win. Sorry, Frank.'

'Well isn't this very unsatisfying.'

'Maybe not to you. But to me, it's my kind of Heaven.'

I closed my eyes concentrating on my counting. I was so determined at this stage.

"ROCKY – ROCKY – RA RA RA! ROCKY – ROCKY – RA RA RA!"

And the continuing chanting from the crowd was fuel. I smirked momentarily as I reached 80 push ups. I was really feeling that burn in my muscles.

"ROCKY – ROCKY – RA RA RA! ROCKY – ROCKY – RA RA RA!"

I breathed out heavily each time I lowered my body to the ground. My whole form ached.

"ROCKY – ROCKY – RA RA RA! ROCKY – ROCKY – RA RA RA!"

90 push ups. I quickly glanced to Jack. And he collapsed to the ground. Who knew a single look could kill?

I looked back to ground in front of me, concentrating on those last few push ups.

96...97...98...99...1 fucking hundred.

My body collapsed to the ground as I tried to catch my breath. The sound of the crowd cheering rung in my ears. I could feel my heart throbbing in my chest as I just lay there on the hard ground.

'Never underestimate me.'

'Well this is very disappointing, isn't it?'

'For some, yes. But I feel on top of the world right now.'

'You're on the cold hard floor, Kitten. Not exactly high in the sky.'

I rolled over, slowly sitting up. Two of the people standing around helped me stand, gave me a towel and a bottle of water. Unscrewing the cap, I looked around to poor Jack who was sitting on the ground wiping the sweat away with a towel.

"How does it feel, Jack? Knowing a small girl like me beat you?" I teased as I sipped the cold water. God it felt so good.

"Yeah yeah. It's whatever. Care to help me up?" Jack asked holding up his hand.

I thought about it for a few seconds. Eh, I'm not a bitch. I took his hand and helped him stand.

"Don't forget your promise." I said in a sing song voice.

Jack sighed heavily before looking around him and back to me. He puffed his chest out as if ready to make a speech.

"You, Rocky Majors, are the Queen of the gym!" He shouted. "No one fuck with her!"

"Language, Mr. Dupree!" The teacher sounded from across the hall.

"Sorry!" He shouted back before looking back to me. "And I am a weak baby."

I stifled a laugh as there were a few 'whoop' sounds from the crowd. "Thank you, Jackie boy."

'Rocky, I am very bothered right now. You can't just work me up for nothing to happen.'

'Terrible, isn't it?'

"Well," Jack began, "I'll let you get back to your thing."

He turned and started to walk away.

'That's it, Kitten. I'm taking over.'

'What does that mean?'

"Ohh, Jackieeee."

Wait. I didn't say that! But it was my voice. Coming from my mouth. And now Jack was turning back to me. Why was I walking towards him?

'That would be me, darling.'

'What?'

'I guess you could say I'm possessing you right now.'

'Frank, you are dead when we get home.'

I put my hand on Jack's sweaty shoulder, grimacing slightly. "I must say, you also put on quite an amazing show. How about we call it even?"

"What do you mean?" Jack asks, his brows knitting together in confusion.

"I say, we both win. So how about we go to that store room and seven minutes of Heaven it will be."

"Seven minutes in Heaven." He corrected.

"OK, who wants to be with a know-it-all anyway?"

"Wait." Jack took my hand in his and I felt a blush bloom on my cheeks. "Let's do it."

I beamed a smile, both in my physical form and in my mind. Was this really happening? Was Jack really going to do whatever he wanted with me? What is life?

'OK, Frank. Maybe I don't hate you right now.'

'See, Kitten. Sometimes you should just listen to me.'

Remind me to thank you when we get home.'


I closed my front door, wearing a huge smile on my face. The blush was still there as I thought about me and Jack's moment in the store room. I made my way to my room and let myself fall into my bed. I covered my mouth as an excited squeal escaped followed by uncontrollable giggling.

To all you thirsty bitches wanting to know what happened, we made out. That's all. I know, nothing very exciting. But it was so worth it. The memory of his lips on mine made my body tingle. His hands roaming up and down my back and along my sides gave me goosebumps. It was sooo worth it.

I opened my eyes as I felt a form sit on the bed next to me. Frank was looking down at me and smiling. I sat up looking at him for a few seconds, wearing the dumbest smile ever as I tried to contain my excitement. I giggled momentarily before grabbing his face and bringing to mine, planting my lips on his. I smiled against his mouth as his hand reached up and stroked my cheek.

Pulling away I giggled again. "That's your reward. Oh my gosh, thank you so much."

I lay back on the bed thinking about Jack again. And the look he gave me right before he kissed me. So devilish.

"Anything for my Kitten." Frank grinned. "Well, I won't lie. I wanted some myself, but I knew you would appreciate it."

"Frank when he kissed me...don't laugh at me, OK?" I said pointing a finger at him. "When he kissed me...it felt like how I feel after I've worked out. So good. Exhilarating."

"I won't laugh, Kitten." Frank replied. "He was a great kisser. I wonder what he's like in bed."

"OK, too far." I say turning on my side.

"Why? Do you think I should?" Frank asked with a devilish smile.

"Please no. I'd rather just...see how things go." I stated.

"Well...alright. If only I get to be there too."

"You're gross." I stifled a laugh, laying on my stomach with my chin rested on my fist on the pillow.

My eyes shut and realised there was a moment of silence. But I didn't hear Frank leave.

"You're so quiet all of a sudden." I stated.

"I'm sorry. It's just..." he paused, "that's how your Father slept too."

I feel my stomach flip at that statement. "Frank, what was my Dad like?"

Frank was silent again. I felt the bed move and sink next to me. Then a set of long nails running through my hair. "Well, Kitten, he had blonde hair and a tan. And he was very well built. He had the most beautiful muscles I had ever seen. He definitely carried the Charles Atlas seal of approval."

"I always wondered who I got my tanned skin from." I commented.

"And he was also very strong. Like you. But not very smart unlike you." Frank stifled a laugh. "He did have half a brain. He only ever sung. But never spoke a word. Again, unlike you with your smart remarks and witty insults."

I laughed at the last comment. But also felt so warm in this moment. I felt like I could cry but held back. How was it possible to feel so connected to your dead Father who you never had the chance to meet.

"Thanks, Frank." I said with a slightly cracked voice.

"The pleasure is all mine, Kitten." Frank replied, running his long nails through my long hair lulling me into a peaceful sleep.


I looked around observing the area around me. I had no idea where this place was. It looked like a backstage set of a theatre or something. Spinning around I took in the unfamiliar scenery before a voice met my ears.

"Out here, Rocky."

I followed the familiar voice leading me to the stage front. I looked down and saw Frank seated in the audience, or lack of.

"What is this?" I asked, making my way down the steps and towards where he sat.

"This is what I like to call the floor show. It's one of my favourite memories to visit when I dream." Frank smirked as I took a seat.

"Wait. We're in your dream?" I asked sounding bewildered.

"Well, not mine. But yours. I'm manipulating your mind to show you this wonderful show."

"Are you ever gonna not be in my head?"

"Most likely not. Now be quiet. The show is about to begin."

And surely enough, the room dimmed and music sounded all around. I looked to Frank who looked very excited.

"I don't understand." I whispered.

"Shh...just watch." Frank whispered back.

After a few seconds of the music playing, the stage lit up and the curtains pulled apart, revealing 4 scantily dressed statues. And in a blink, the one to the far left was a living person.

"It was great when it all began.
I was a regular Frank Fan."

I winced as the woman's screeching voice irritated my ears. I looked to Frank who was also cringing. "One of your favourite memories?"

"OK, this part is unbearable. But you didn't live with her for months." Frank rolled his eyes. "Her name was Columbia. She was very needy and annoying. Her voice was the bane of my existence. But she was incredible in bed."

"You...!" I started but found I couldn't finish the sentence. "Actually I'm not surprised."

"Good. Although I am full of surprises." Frank noted.

I looked back to the girl as she practically bared her nipples to the imaginary audience.

"Rose tints my world keeps me
Safe from my trouble and pain."

"Ugh, that voice." I rubbed my ears.

"Well you'll be glad to know that she is done for now. And next up is a surprise." Frank grinned with excitement.

As if on cue, the statue next to Columbia came to life.

"I'm just seven hours old,
truly beautiful to behold."

If I had a drink I would've spat it out. With wide eyes I looked to Frank as he looked proud. "Is that..."

Frank nodded giving me a smile. "It is..."

I looked back to the man thrusting his pelvis back and forth before dipping to the ground.

"That's my Dad..."

"Yes..."

"He's in drag."

"Oh yes..."

"The only time I'll ever see my real Dad and he's in drag." My hands held my cheeks as I looked around to Frank again.

"Nothing wrong with that. Trust me, drag is going to be big in the future. Keep the name 'RuPaul' in mind." Frank pointed out.

My brows knit together in confusion. "How do you know? Are you a time traveller too?"

"No. I just know." Frank stated admiring his nails.

I looked back to the stage to see my Dad thrusting against a feather boa. This felt wrong. "I don't know how to feel right now. Part of me is like 'Oh my gosh, my Dad' but another part is like 'Dad, please stop'."

"Oh then you'll love what happens next." Frank teased.

And the statue next to my Dad came to life. Showing who I thought was my Dad all those years.

"It's beyond me,
Help me mommy."

I covered my view of Brad from my vision and looked to Frank. "OK, this is way too much."

"I think it's perfect, Kitten. Brad was such a fine specimen. And he looked so elegant that night." Frank commented.

"I beg to differ." I said still blocking my view of the stage.

"Well you'll be glad to know he's finished now. You can look."

I sighed with relief and looked back to the stage, but to my horror there was my Dad stroking his leg that was pointed straight into the air.

"I feeeeeel sexy!"

I turned to Frank and hit him on the arm. "Oh my God. I hate you."

Frank chuckled as he tried to rub the pain from his bicep. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. But if it makes you feel better, at least you have something to use against him now."

"I think the fact that he lied about being my Dad for all those years is enough to hold against him to be honest." I reply.

"I suppose you're right, Rocky dear." Frank replied looking back to the stage. "Oh! You'll want to see this one."

I looked back at the stage as the final statue began singing.

"I feel released,
Bad times deceased."

"Aaaand that's my Mom." I commented.

"Look how lovely she looked though." Frank pointed out. "She looked fabulous."

"Yeah, her hair and makeup;s...good." I struggled to say. "But she's dressed like a slut."

"She was a slut though." Frank said. "No offence, Kitten."

"None taken. She was a slut." I replied rolling my eyes. "But...asides from the fact she lied to me all these years...I guess she's been a good Mom."

Frank was silent for a few seconds. "And Brad...?"

"Yeah, I guess he's been OK." I said, my eyes faltering as I looked to my hands.

"Don't be getting all mushy right now. The best part is about to begin!" Frank states feeling very excited.

The music stopped but the silence didn't last long as a drum roll and fan fair sounded in the hall. The curtain behind the four on stage lifted to reveal Frank standing on the shittiest set I had ever seen.

"No budget?" I teased him.

"Shut up. We had to deal with what we had. It wasn't very much. And the point of the show is my glory not the stupid set." Frank practically spat.

"Relax." I joked. "It was a joke. I must admit you look great in red."

"But my thighs look so big. And I have absolutely no curves. Ugh this is turning to a nightmare." Frank waved his hand dramatically, looking away from the stage.

"You look great, Frank." I informed him, taking his hand and looking back to the stage.

"Whatever happened to Fay Wray?
That delicate satin draped frame."

I was a bit captivated to be honest. His voice was so soft and soothing. "Wow. Who knew you could sing."

"Oh stop it, darling. You flatter me." Frank gushed at the thought of his ego being boosted.

"I just didn't take you for a singer honestly." I spoke while listening to past Frank singing his song.

"I can do many things, Rocky darling." Frank smiled proudly giving me a side glance.

"Oh yeah? Like what?" I challenged him.

"Well...I am very talented at makeup." Frank noted.

"If you like that look." I teased.

"Excuse me, maybe you should try it sometime." Frank smirked.

"I'll pass." I said holding my hand up. "Anyway, what else?"

"I can dance. I can carry out complicated scientific experiences. I can act. I can sew."

"Wow, sowing. I'm very intrigued. What else?"

"Well," Frank paused taking his hand from mine and placing it softly on my lower thigh, my breath hitching upon his touch. He stroked the area with a feathery touch before gliding his nails further up my thigh, "I can do this."

"Give yourself over to absolute pleasure..."

My focus was taken from past Frank singing and to the Frank I knew. His hand stroked my inner thigh to which they practically glued together tight. "Frank...I can't - -"

"Swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh..."

"Shh..." he removed his hand and placed his index finger over my lips. "It's OK. Just relax. Perhaps you might enjoy it."

"Erotic nightmares beyond any measure..."

Frank reached up a hand to stroke my cheek. My breathing wavered as he leaned in closer and closer. His face was merely inches from mine, giving me butterflies, and all I could squeak out was, "What are you doing?"

And without saying a word, his lips were on mine.

"And sensual daydreams to treasure forever...

Can't you just see it?"

I stared wide eyed at first, trying to shove him from me, but soon I gave in. Our lips moved together as his hand lightly caressed my cheek, while the other trailed along my thigh once again. My heart fluttered as I felt it move to waist band of my shorts, stroking along the line of fabric with a soft touch. His tongue slid along mine while our lips were still in motion.

Frank's hand found its way under my shorts and underwear. My body quivered from the unfamiliar touch. But I didn't want it to stop.

I was allowed to catch my breath again as Frank pulled away but kissed his way along my neck.

"Are you...enjoying this...Kitten?" Frank whispered, his hot breath tickled my neck.

I bit my lip as I nodded my head.

I could feel Frank smirk against my skin. "Good."

He began sucking on the sensitive bit of flesh as a single finger teased my entrance.

I parted my legs as a million thoughts circled my mind. Was this really happening? Was Frank going to be the first person I shared this particular moment with?

But I was soon too distracted from my thoughts. Frank was right. I was enjoying myself. And I was eager to see how it played out.


I woke up in a heated and sweaty mess. My body was shaking as I lay in my bed looking like I was dragged through a bush backwards or some shit.

Wow. What a dream.

My eyes widened as they darted around looking for Frank. But he was no where to be seen. I felt a sort of relief as I lay my head back down on my pillow.

Thinking back to the dream I blushed at the memories. I had never had a dream like that. So lucid and real. The sights, the tastes, the feelings. It was all so new to me.

A smile spread from cheek to cheek as I shifted on my mattress, only to feel a hot sticky substance between my legs. Confusion took over as I looked down.

Oh God.

"Mom! I need new sheets!"