Re: Frankie/Lyle - 9:30ish
With a small, modest shrug, Lyle smiled down at the sprite, then made the shape of a little heart on his chest for Vinnie. Yes, he loved the idiot, in a totally hetero way. As opposed to Tiger, who loved him in a totally humpy way. Being with Frankie was cool, because he didn't have to try hard to make her smile. She just did. Ingrid had been so jaded and aloof, Peyton had been unending effort all the time, and Elle... well that one was complicated. But Frankie was nice. Actually, he was glad that she wasn't interested in him, because that only made everything easier. He wasn't interested either so neither of them needed to impress, they could just hang out.
Lyle's phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out, knowing already that it was Fisher looking for him. He didn't expect the message he got, though, and it made him groan. As usual, fuckin' James. And so as not to leave Frankie out of the loop, he showed her the screen.
Can I stay w/ James in his room 2nite? Will u b ok?
Knock yourself out he typed back, giving Frankie an exasperated 'Ugh, my brother' look.