Frank & Dean

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Title: Dream, That’s The Thing To Do
Characters: Frank Sinatra & Dean Martin
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Because these two are the two kings of cool and they were ALWAYS together. The title comes from Sinatra’s Dream.



Frank was the cooler of the two; he was the sleeker cat, the king of crooning. He was Frankie—ol’ blue eyes. Reliable, smart, and just good Ol’ Frankie. He was the best friend he’d ever had and the good thing was, he knew that Frank felt the same way.

Dean was the sarcastic but suave king of comedy. The world made him out to be an alcoholic which, he did like his liquor but he did know how to say no, he thought was a bit funny. After all, he cracked enough jokes about it himself.

The two were mismatched but it didn’t matter, they had one of the strongest friendships around. They didn’t care what the world thought, they were just going to be who they were, everyone else be damned.

So when Dean started looking at him differently, Dean ignored it because he felt that’s what usually happened with a friendship. It grew stronger and feelings showed greater strength. It was a normal phase. Or so he thought.

But then he started acting more like a schoolgirl with a crush. Frankie would just have to smile at him and Dino’s heart felt like it was doing the mambo down the Vegas strip. Blue eyes never changed, he just remained good ol’ Frank and Dean wondered what was happening to him. He wasn’t that way and Frank sure as hell wasn’t. He was more of a womanizer than Casanova had ever been.

So Dean would sit and drink a little and wonder what the hell was happening to him.

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I hope I didn’t offend anybody by writing this. It was in my head and I tried to ignore it, but I couldn’t. =-\ Comment please with anything you got for me: concrit, squees, giggles, or just flat out red flagging.