"I think I've skinned my knee," I grumbled as I stood up from the pavement I had fallen onto.

Just as the director, who I had found out was called Tom, said we had scratched the script and just gone with the flow. He kept giving Frank prompts about how he was suppose to show how he was falling in love with me and kept telling me I was suppose to be oblivious. No problem there. We had done some scenes outside, basically like two old friends catching up after many years. We had just acted like two wild young adults acting out their childhood that they missed sorely. We had gotten ice cream from the fake ice cream vendor who had real ice cream in his cart. We had done it all. This last time I had been running from Frank and had fallen.

"Do you need a bandage?" Frank asked all concerned like as he helped me up. He definitely got into character well.

"No I'm fine. Aren't we going inside for the next scene anyways?" I asked as I hobbled a little, trying to get the pain to go away.

"Yeah," Frank said softly as he kept his hand near my elbow as if to catch me should I fall.
It was sweet and very in character.

***

"Okay cut! Outside scene next. Cover the roof and set the night lighting," Tom called out with authority.

Frank and I had shot the last indoor scene for the video. It had been us sitting in the living room of the partial house with photo albums on our laps and sodas in hand with the television on. Frank had found it hysterical and Tom hadn't called cut when I belched loudly from the carbonated beverage I had been chugging. Frank and I had toppled over with laughter as my belch while loud had almost echoed on the set. Guess I was better at this than I had thought. Though to me this wasn't acting, this was just hanging our with someone who was suppose to be the guy next door I had grown up with my entire life. Like Jonah.

Jonah and I had been neighbors since we were six and had been attached at the hip ever since. He and I really had just been the girl and boy next door to the other, but never romantically involved. Nothing like that. Because stuff like that never happened. Only in movies and music videos did it play out.

"Here's what I want. There will be no sound for these shots so you can talk about whatever you want, just look like your talking. Frank I want you to hold her hand at some point and then just keep holding it. Telsie I want you to seem shocked at the soft contact when it happens. Okay, so you're out on the porch catching up, drinks in hand, just filling each other in on your lives spent apart. Frank remember you've fallen in love with her and Telsie you're starting to realize that you may have too. But keep it strict body language," Tom said as he went about tweaking the lights so they were just how he wanted them.

It had been made dark, like twilight, out and a fake moon was shining down on the porch. The inside lights of the house were on and casting warm yellow glow on the porch and the porch swing we were to sit on. Very movie like. There was even the sound of peepers out even though I knew they wouldn't be heard for this scene. It seemed like one of the most surreal scenes of the entire day, especially since I knew it wasn't dark outside. Not even close since I had arrived here at around nine or so this morning. It even seemed like they had cooled the temperature in the set. Funny.

"Here," a random props person said as he handed Frank and I mugs of what seemed to be steaming coffee.

I took a minute or so to breathe it in, loving the smell and not knowing if we had started filming yet.

"Mmm, coffee," Frank and I both said simultaneously.

At that we laughed and went to sit on the porch swing like we were suppose to. Frank sat down on the far end and I took the remaining spot. It was just big enough that we could both fit as I sat with my legs curled up on it. I placed one of my hands on my knee and the other brought my coffee to my lips and I took a small sip, knowing I'd have to make it last. I didn't want to have to redo this scene, knowing a second take would kill it. I could here the music of the My Chemical Romance song barely playing in the background. It was like someone three or four houses down was listening to the song and you could barely hear it on the breeze.

"So why are you suppose to fall in love with the girl next door? I don't know the theme behind the video," I asked after I swallowed my coffee.

"Well the songs about love and how it can make you blind to so many things," Frank explained and then took a sip of his coffee.

"Huh," I offered in response.

"Each of the guys got a different type of stereotype kind of girl to fall in love with or be attached to," Frank offered.

I laughed a little and smiled into my cup of coffee.

Frank shot me a quick look.

"I saw two of the other girls earlier today on my confusing escapade to drop off the coffee. One was hired because she had the largest fake-est looking breasts I've ever seen and the other was in a cheerleaders outfit. Both fit their parts perfectly," I answered.

"I knew about them, character wise at least. When I got the script for the video I was shocked that for once I was the one who got the actual good part," Frank spoke as I sipped my coffee and I almost spit out mine but controlled myself.

"What do you mean?" I questioned.

"I got to fall in love withe girl next door. The others got the bad end of being blinded by love, the gold digger with fake breasts and air-headed cheerleader being only some of the type of girls played in this video. I mean who doesn't want to be famous and be able to fall in love with the girl next door, having her love them for who they've always been to them and not who they've become?" Frank questioned.

I shrugged my shoulders and nodded my head yes as I sipped my coffee, trying to catch the words to the song I now knew the theme of the video for.

"But I decided that I lucked out even more when I got out of the car for the first shot today," Frank offered.

"What do you mean?" I asked as I turned to look at him sort of out of the sides of my eyes as I sipped my coffee before looking forward again.

"Because instead of Sandra playing my love interest, I got out of the car and saw instead I got to fall in love with you," Frank said softly.

I breathed in suddenly at his soft announcement, but even more because he had entwined his hand with mine laying on my knee. I turned to look at him and he smiled softly at me, love showing in his eyes. He really was a good actor. I smiled softly back at him and moved my hand so I could entwine my fingers with his better as they stayed resting on my knee.

I looked forward again and sipped my coffee.

"You know that outside of a film and video set this never happens right?" I asked as I turned to look at him.

"What?" Frank asked as he sipped his coffee.

"This whole scenario. No one falls in love with the girl next door. No one goes off and becomes a rock star and comes back for the girl next door. They marry someone famous, or maybe some not even famous, but never the girl next door. They always get left behind," I said softly but with conviction, for it was what I believed.

And I had almost said we always get left behind, instead of the always get left behind.

But I had caught myself.

"It could happen," Frank offered as he gave my hand a squeeze.

I turned to him and smiled a soft sad smile at him. He was so blind, but maybe it was just because he had gotten so much into character.

"Rock stars never fall for the girl next door," I said before looking away.

I shivered a bit, they really had cooled it down in here for the scene; almost like there was cool breeze going through. Guess they wanted it to seem as real as possible.

"Are you cold? Here take this," Frank said as he let go of my hand and placed his coffee down between the two of us.

I watched as he struggled with the red thin hoodie he had been put back into for this scene. He took it off and I went to take it from him and to thank him for the kind gesture.

"No, let me," Frank said as I stuck out my hand to take the hoodie.

I stared at him confused but nodded my head in agreement. I watched as he leaned in close to me and draped his article of shorn clothing around my shoulders and pulled it closed across my chest up near my neck. He was so close that I could count his eyelashes and taste the coffee of his exhaled breath.

"Tels," Frank whispered, cutting my name short like a nickname.

I breathed in quickly as I saw his head move closer to mine by a few centimeters.

"Oh no," I thought frantically.

"Annnd cut!" I heard shouted.

I pulled back quickly from Frank and smiled as I lifted my coffee to my lips to down the rest of it as a distraction from the cheering and cat calls being shouted by the crew off set. There was loud applause and shouts from everyone I couldn't really see off the set. Guess I was a better actor then I thought.

"Okay next scene is quick and I want to do it now before we lose this feeling. Then you'll be done. Telsie you're saying goodbye to him, Frank you surprise her by dropping to one knee. Telsie you nod yes and then kiss. Make it what you will. I want you on the top of the steps. Annd action!" Tom yelled from his microphone.

Frank and I had stood at the top of the steps when Tom had been explaining things and were in position when he had said action.

"So this is goodbye I guess. Thanks for the hoodie," I said as I took the red article off my shoulders and handed it over.

Frank took it and draped it back around my shoulders.

"Keep it," he said.

Then he opened his arms for a hug.

Right we're suppose to be best friends, kids next door, awkwardly aware of their mutual love of one another after many years of being blind. Got it.

I wrapped my arms around Frank as he hugged me close. I could feel the goodbye. But hey it really was, after this I was out of here and done with the video. So in all actuality it really was goodbye for us.

"It's been amazing to work with you," I whispered softly into Frank's neck.

"You too Tels," Frank said, once again shortening my name into a nickname.

No one had ever called me that for short.

Finally I let go first, breaking the hug.

Frank took a step down, making it look as if he was leaving. I knew what was coming so wasn't all too surprised when he dropped to one knee if front of me and took out a little white box from his pants pocket. His character was supposed to have planned this out all along.

"Sometimes words just aren't needed," he said as he held the ring box open and out to me.
I nodded my head yes at the statement like I was suppose to and then watched in slow motion as he stood back up and placed the soft box in my hands. It all happened as if I wasn't really there. I knew it was only seconds but it felt like it took him minutes to reach up and grab the red hoodie around my shoulders and use it to pull me against him so he could crush my lips with his own. My hands were crushed between us, the soft velvet of the ring box tickling the skin of my palm. I went on instinct as I knew I had to make this look real. I brought my arms out and wrapped them around his neck as he continued to clutch me to him by the red material bunched in his fists. And I kissed him back. Go for the gold or go home right?

"Annnd cut!" Tom shouted happily.

Frank let the kiss linger a few seconds after the cut call.

"Girls next door get to win on occasion," Frank said as he let his lips up from mine before walking down the steps.

"Keep telling yourself that Iero," I shouted playfully at him, ignoring the wolf whistles and cat calls sounding around us.

I jumped off the fake porch and got out of the way of scrambling techs as I made my way back to wardrobe to get out these clothes that were not mine and get my own back. I still had half a Saturday to enjoy.

"You were amazing," Criss swooned as I passed the makeup and hair area.

I smiled at her and gave her an enthusiastic thumbs up as I walked passed. I was on a mission.
I found the wardrobe area no problem and saw no one was about. I smiled a little when I searched for the crate labeled Sandra and saw that someone had made a new label with my name on it. It was nice of them to do that. I dug out my normal clothes and quickly disrobed out of the video shoot clothing, folding it nicely in a pile as I didn't see Chase or any hangers lying around. I slipped my own ratty jeans back on with my black leather belt, liking how they fit and felt normal. I slipped on my bright yellow t-shirt with it's large black and purple lightning bolts on it and stuck my arms back in my trusty dark blue hoodie. I stuck my sunglasses on my head and grabbed my bag, needing to stop at a bathroom to wash off the thick video makeup before leaving.

Once I was free of layers of foundation and invisible girl next door makeup I put my normal thin bit of black eyeliner on and left, feeling like myself once again. I flipped open my cell phone and saw that I did indeed have a million missed calls and voicemails, more than likely all from my mother in her frantic search for me. I sighed as I went about listening to my voicemails as I wove my way through the set towards the exit I had entered earlier today.

"Hey Tels hold up!" I heard shouted behind me as I neared the exit, most of all my voicemails deleted at this point.

All from my mother except for the few from my uncle.

I turned at the new nickname and saw Frank running after me before pausing to hop on one leg as he tried to put on his last shoe which I hadn't realized he had been missing.

"Fuck," Frank swore as he almost fell before the shoe went on.

I smiled oddly at him and waited for him to speak since he had stopped me for obviously some reason.

"Hey where are you going?" Frank asked out of breath as he finally got to me.

"I don't know. Out I guess. It's my day off and it's gorgeous out so I'll find something to do. Why?" I asked.

"Because I'm done for the day and not needed till tomorrow and was wondering if you'd spend the day with me showing me the town. I've never been up here before," Frank answered with a shrug of his shoulders.

I rolled my eyes at him.

"Oh come on, you just spent the first half the day acting with me, why not spend the rest of the day just being with me? Please?" Frank asked, well more like begged.

Puppy dog eyes and all.

I shut my eyes groaned in defeat and then heard Frank squeal in delight and clap his hands excitedly. I opened my eyes and shot him a look.

"Uh yeah. Don't give me sugar?" Frank offered with a sheepish look.

"Come on," I said and continued walking out of the set area, putting my sunglasses on as the bright sun of the mid day hit my eyes.

I heard Frank walk quickly till he was beside me and watched as he grinned at me, his sunglasses now down and in place. This should be interesting.

***

"Frank why didn't you buy a bucket!" I shouted as I watched for the millionth time as pieces fell out of the pouch he had made in with his hoodie.

"Because. I don't know," Frank shouted back.

I sighed and laughed a little.

"I'll be right back. Please don't fall into the ocean," I shouted over the surf.

I made my way back up to the road, climbing over the rocks to get to it. I jogged down the sidewalk till I came to the store we had seen the plastic pales and shovels in earlier. I handed the man money and grabbed the two sets of brightly colored bucket and shovels I had paid for, running back to where I had left Frank. I hoped he hadn't fallen into the tide. I'd hate to have to explain to my uncle how I had lost and killed the famous musician he had been working with because I left him alone on the Maine beach.

I scrambled down the rocks and made my way to where I had left him. Our shoes had long since been discarded and left behind in my car and we had bought cheap flip flops to wear down on the beach. I felt the cool wet sand get between my toes even in my flip flops. I loved how the water here only barely got tolerable enough during the high hot summer months. I didn't need nor like the warm water of the west coast, I loved how the ocean water here always stayed cold even during the days when it was a hundred out with a million percent humidity.

"Here," I said as I held out one bucket and shovel set to him.

"Yay!" Frank said as he dumped his load of broken shells, shiny rocks, star fish and crab skeletons into his pale.

Along with all the sand still attached to them and all that had collected in his hoodie. He had kept his hoodie on and just made a pouch with the bottom to hold everything, which had been a poor substitute as stuff had continued to fall out.

"Now I can collect more. You got a bucket too?" Frank asked as he bit off the plastic ring holding his shovel and bucket together.

"I did, now we can both collect," I added with a cheerful smile.

Something about him was contagious, like being around a little kid. He made me wish I had grown up with him, known him longer than just today, even thought it felt like I had known him forever at this point.

"And we can build a sand castle!" Frank exclaimed excitedly.

I nodded my head in agreement and laughed at his display of joy.

***

It was starting to get late and the sun was setting and I knew our day had come to an end. We had spent most of it on the beach, running away from the cold east coast ocean water we were both accustomed to, having grown up on this coast. We had built a mighty sand castle and written crude things in the sand. We had had our picture drawn by one of those street artists who littered the sidewalks during tourist season. Frank had insisted on sitting for two so we could each have one. I had groaned and gone through with it. We had visited the giant arcade in the area and gone to all the tacky tourists shops that were only open for tourists season. The ones that no matter how tacky they were I still loved to browse when they opened every year, it was just a part of living here. He bought more gaudy Maine tourist items then I thought was humanly possible, all of which we had piled into my car.

We had bought and made ourselves sick on tons of salt water taffy, spitting out the flavors we found gross. Buttered popcorn isn't good as a jelly bean and is damn near awful as a salt water taffy. We chased seagulls along the beach and had taken a walk through the grass in the nearby park where Frank had insisted on playing a game of chess with an old man sitting there. There really wasn't much we hadn't done. And while I loved it I knew it was time for him to go back to his world and me to mine.

"Frank should I drop you off at the set or what?" I asked as we walked down the sidewalk back towards my car.

The temperature had dropped with the setting sun but it was still pleasant in our zipped up hoodies and cheap flip flops.

"Can't you have dinner with me?" Frank asked as he knocked into me with his shoulder, both of us having our hands in our hoodie pockets.

"Frank it's late, they probably think I've kidnapped you," I sighed.

"No I told them where I was earlier when you were in the bathroom. All is good. Come on, just dinner. We've spent the whole day together I should think you could stand dinner with me," Frank begged.

"I know, but," I started to protest.

"Come on Tels, I never really get to do this and I really just want it to last a little bit longer. Please?" Frank pleaded.

Damn him and his giant golden brown green eyes and wiggling eyebrows.

"Fine. But after this," I started to say.

"I know, I know, I'll go home. Dinner is all I'm asking for and then you're rid of your rock star leech," Frank said teasingly though with a sad soft undertone.

It might have been soft but I caught it and it made me cave.

"Come on I know this place that has vegetarian food where we can grab grub and eat on the beach," I said as I knocked him back on the shoulder with my own and made to jog down the sidewalk that seemed bereft of tourists all of a sudden.

"Hey no jogging!" Frank called out after me, causing me to laugh as I continued to jog ahead of him.

***

"Wow, it's really amazing here," Frank said softly as we finished our food and tossed out trash in a nearby trash can on the beach.

We had gotten our food and just like I had suggested, taken it down to the beach; Frank with his vegetarian and me with my chicken. We had walked along the shore line, the cold water lapping at our flip flops as we ate and watched the sky explode into colors as the sun sank. The beach had been void of all screaming kids and walking teens surprisingly, leaving us to ourselves for the most part. Our footprints being the only ones to be washed away in the creeping tide.

"Yeah I agree. I'm kinda partial to Maine," I said as we continued our walk along the creeping tide.

"I think this part of Maine is my new favorite place in the entire world," Frank said after a few minutes of us silently walking.

"Glad you do," I answered as I watched him smile out at the ocean and then at his feet as he stopped.

"Here," Frank said as he bent down and picked up something from between his feet.

It was funny as the both of us had opted to long ago roll up the bottoms of our jeans to avoid getting them too wet and dirty. It had only mostly worked.

I stuck out my hand for his newest treasure find and smiled down at the perfect sea star he placed in my palm.

"It's absolutely beautiful," I whispered as I ran my thumb over one of the stars bumpy orange pink appendages.

"It is," I heard Frank whisper in agreement, his body seemingly closer than I had remembered it.

"Hey Tels?" Frank asked.

"Hmm?" I answered as I lifted my head up to look at him at the mention of my newest nickname I had become use to over our day spent together.

I didn't get to find out what was going to be said because nothing was said, he pressed his lips onto mine as he put his hands into my hair, cupping my face softly. I stood there shocked. What was he doing? Was he high? My body wasn't reacting and when I felt autopilot kick in and I start to kiss back I came back to reality. I put my hand on his chest right after I had barely started to respond to his kiss. And I pushed him back.

"Frank," I said sadly as I kept my hand on his chest, holding back.

Which had been a good idea as I felt him try and take a step forward.

"What did I do wrong?" Frank asked, pleadingly almost.

"Nothing, nothing. It's, it's just. Frank I was telling the truth when I said before that rock stars don't go for the girls next door," I said softly, not wanting to look him in the eyes but knowing I would have to.

Slowly I lifted my head and looked at him, he looked hurt and confused, but mostly sad.

"But you're not the girl next door. I've never lived next to you," Frank said, trying to put in a joke at the end but failing.

"It doesn't matter if I really did grow up next door to you Frank, I'll always be the girl next door. Always. And it just doesn't happen this way," I said as I looked down at my sand coated feet.
He attempted to take another step closer to me again but I kept my hand on his chest and held him back enough that it got my point across.

He stopped and took a step back and I let my hand fall to my side limply.

"I'll call for a ride," Frank said softly and took another step away from me.

Followed by another, and another. And then he stopped. I looked up and smiled sadly at him and he did the same before I turned to look out over the cold ocean as the breeze picked up and I shivered.

I stayed on the beach long enough that he would be able to get a ride and get all of his stuff out of my car and then leave. I had left my car unlocked all day so he wouldn't have needed to have me to let him into it. Finally I trudged back to my car, heart heavy with how the perfect day had ended. Sighing I got in my car and got ready to drive home. It was as I was turning the key that I saw the little blue sticky note on my dash.

Sorry, it said.

I took it off and stuck it into my hoodie pocket and headed home.

***

The next day I meticulously went about rinsing and cleaning all the items I had collected on the beach with Frank so they wouldn't rot and go bad. I got out a terra cotta dish and displayed all the items on it, arranging them so all could be seen and not get broken. I ignored every time my cell phone rang, not even bothering to look at the caller ID when it rung as after the first seven calls I realized it was just my uncle and Frank calling. I had ended it before it had gotten out of hand. I had ended it before either of us got hurt. I had done the right thing. But still felt like shit. But I would just have to deal.

I stuck the arranged tray of ocean goodies on my mantel along with the picture drawing of Frank and I. I placed the last starfish Frank had given me up on a big rock I had laying around, using it as a pedestal to display it above the others. I even put up the note of apology he had quickly scribbled and left on my dash. Once I was finished I took a shower, got something to eat out of my fridge and then turned off my cell phone and went to bed to nap. I could make it for two days I told myself as I lay down to nap as I was exhausted, more emotionally then physically. The band was only here for three days to shoot the video and today was the second. They would leave Maine the day after next and then I could go about life as normal.

Sighing I closed my eyes.

***

"Hey Telsie this is your uncle again. I know you're avoiding calls. Now I don't know why entirely but I have an inkling. They guys leave today, their flight leaves the airport at eleven from terminal C. Call me sometime to talk," I heard my uncle's voice play out as I listened to my newest voicemail message on my answering machine in my house.

My uncle had taken to calling my house phone and leaving messages, but I had caller ID on my house phone and saw when he called. I knew I was being childish but I needed to keep the distance from the thing I had cut out of my life so recently. Once a few days passed I knew I wouldn't be so childish. At least Frank hadn't seem to come upon my home phone number.

I sighed as I listened to the message again and took down the information. I erased it once I had jotted down it's info and looked around my living room. It was nine o'clock now. I could shower and make it there before their flight left.

***

I parked my car and turned off my engine. Was I going in? No. I wasn't going to let him see me, nor I him. I had come to see them off but I wasn't going to step foot into the airport. It was better this way. This way it just ended for him and didn't drag out for either of us. It wasn't like it was ever going to be much anyways, but this way neither of us got the idea that it could be more.
My car was parked in an area where I could see the planes take off, and as I flew a lot I knew I could see terminal C's planes take off from where I was. I had checked the flight schedules online and knew that there was only one plane leaving from that terminal at eleven so knew I would see him leave. I undid my seat belt and rolled down my window as I lit a cigarette, letting the smoke weave it's escape out the crack in my window.

My hair was still wet and left little wet spots on my dark green gray t-shirt. I don't know why I was here, I didn't know what I would get out of sitting here hiding from something I believe I had done right by. I didn't know anything. But I did know I wanted to see him off, if just in some form.
I sat up when I saw a plane back out of terminal C. That was Frank leaving. I got out of my car and went to stand on the sidewalk, getting just a smidge closer to the plane taking off but still out of sight of the passengers. Of him.

I silently watched the plane taxi down the run way so it could take off. I heard the roar of the engines as it picked up speed and then took to the air. I watched it gain altitude and bank a turn before getting smaller and smaller as it flew away.

"Goodbye rock star. Goodbye Frank," I said softly when the plane finally became an invisible speck in the sky I could no longer see.

Slowly I went back to my car and got in. Turning the rumbling engine on I drove down the road that led out of the airport, ready to go back to my normal life.

***

"I just talked to you yesterday uncle Greg what do you want now?" I asked as I hopped around on one leg trying to put my shoe on.

It had been three months since I had had my day with Frank. Three months of being back in my normal routine, back in my normal life that didn't consist of rock stars. My mantel still proudly displayed the byproducts of my day at the beach with Frank but I had gotten over it. Well for the most part I had shoved any feelings what so ever so deep in side and locked so tight that I couldn't recall if I had any to begin with. It was better this way. I was helping myself move on.
I had decided this morning to repaint my living room and had been doing that all day. I had just finished when my phone had rung and I had seen it was my uncle calling on the caller ID. My clothing was stiff with paint and my place was a mess and I had only just taken the plastic covers off of everything and pulled it up off the floor. I had intended to go out and track down Jonah to spend the rest of the day with him since he was back in town.

"I just wanted to get your mailing address and I forgot to ask yesterday," my uncle said on his end of the phone.

"Uncle Greg you know where I live, my mailing address is the same. Why did you need it?" I asked as I brought my foot up to my breakfast counter so I could tie my shoe.

"Oh because the music video is finally finished and I wanted to send you your copy. Are you going out Telsie?" my uncle asked.

Guess me trying, no failing, to get ready and talk on the phone at the same time was fairly obvious. Even to someone who couldn't see me.

"Yeah, why? Just mail me it and I'll get it later tonight when I come back," I replied as I searched for my keys.

"Well I was going to send a delivery boy over with, you know one from the office. I don't trust the mail service, you know me," my uncle explained.

I groaned and plopped down onto one of my tall stools I kept at my breakfast bar.

"Fine," I groaned at my uncle.

"Good. He'll be there in an hour or so," my uncle said before hanging up.

Since I had an hour to kill before my copy of the fated music video showed up I opted to take a shower. At least this way when I found Jonah I wasn't gross, smelly and totally covered in crusty dried paint. Jonah's lucky, if it hadn't been for my uncle he would have had to deal with me the way I was now. Which was just that; gross, smelly and totally covered in crusty dried paint.

***

My shower took just about an hour as I had tried to get off the four inch thick layer of dried paint that seemed to cover every inch of my body. By the time I got out I was so passed the prune stage it wasn't even funny, I could barely use my fingers to grip my towel they were so wrinkly. I still had small traces of dried paint on my arms but at that point I didn't really care, the worst of it was off.

I changed into pair of deep dark blue denim jeans that fit snuggly and I kept rolled up to almost my knees. I slipped on an emerald green t-shirt and a dark army green hat that was oddly enough a play off an army style hat. I smiled a bit as I slipped on the closest flip flops to my feet that turned out to be the cheap black ones with skull and cross bones in white on the straps that I had bought with Frank. I applied a thin bit of eyeliner and took my towel with me to finish toweling off my hair as I waited for my uncle's delivery boy to show up so I could then leave.
I was in my living room barely five minutes, one hand still holding a towel to my damp hair to dry it, when I heard a knock at my door.

"Hold on," I called out as I got up off my couch to answer it.

I kept towel drying my hair as I didn't really care how the delivery boy saw me. I unlocked my door and swung it open.

"Yeah?" I said as I opened my momentarily closed eyes to look at the delivery boy. And then dropped my towel from beside my head.

"How about girl next door and delivery boy? Does that ever happen?" a very familiar voice asked from in front of me.

I just stood in shock at the very familiar innocently impish smile in front of me. This was no way happening. There were no cameras anywhere, no director yelling directions, or prop techs picking up my dropped towel.

"Frank?" I whispered in disbelief as the flood gates on everything I had bottled up broke loose and came to the surface.

"No pun intended but, bad line delivery?" Frank asked sheepishly as he looked at me, holding what I assumed to be my copy of his music video that I was in.

My brain wasn't functioning. I couldn't form thoughts let alone words or even utter sounds. And I watched as Frank's face fell as he stood in front of me.

"Sorry. I, I just thought that, that maybe," Frank started to state sadly.

And I finally got my body to respond the way I wanted it to.

I grabbed a hold of Frank's hoodie, clenching it in my fists as I used it as leverage to pull him against me so I could crash my lips to his. That stopped all sad statements and broken faces as he instantly put his hands into my wet hair and pulled my face even closer to his, deepening the kiss. This time it was him who finally broke it so we could come up for air.

"So?" he asked, hands still on my face as brushed some hair off my face and then his thumb across my cheek.

"I think that girl next door and delivery boy works," I said as I pulled him into my house and shut the door.

I'd give it a whirl. For I had never seen him as a rock star, I had only ever just seen him as what he was, what he'd always been. And he had never seen me as the girl next door, he only just seen me. So while rock stars and the girl next door never worked out I had a feeling that Frank's and Telsie's did. Maybe I had never been one really, maybe I had only been mistaken for the girl next door.

Notes

I know, I know. . . cliche and so full of fluff it could kill a person.
But that was the entire point of this damn story!

And now it's over.
This was the last chapter.