See The Rust Through Your Playground Eyes

When we left the store, only twenty minutes later, I was wearing that ridiculous purple hat. Frankie was wearing the glasses and scarf and black hat. He looked absolutely goregous, I looked like a clown. But he was smiling, that made the strange looks I got all worth it, Frankie's smile was worth anything.

He smiled wider as we walked down the bussy street, his hand held tightly in mine. He looked so cute with those glasses, even though I missed seeing his eyes. But he looked so cute, I could barely believe it. Aparently nobody else could believe it either, everyone was staring at him fondly. I felt like hiding him so nobody else could see him, ever. He's mine, just mine. I don't know whem I turned in to the jealous, overprotective boyfriend I am, and I really don't care. There are more important things to think about, like; who the hell does that asshole think he is to be staring at my Frankie like that?

"Gee-rarwd?" Frankie tugged on my hand so I would look at him, because I was too busy glaring at that asshole who was still staring at Frankie, I hope he runs in to a pole.

"Yes, hun?" I looked down at Frankie and smiled softly.

"M-m'hungry." He said, nodding his head with conviction.

I smiled even wider, how can one person be so perfect? "What would you like?" I asked, stopping to let him think.

He bit his bottom lip, looking around the center. "D-dunno."

"Well," I looked around, too, trying to remember if I had ever eaten around here. I had, but I didn't really want to go back to that place; where I had picked up that girl, Diana. "I don't really know many places in this area." It wasn't exactly a lie, but, it wasn't exactly the truth either.

"L-let's l-look a-around." He suggested, pulling me forward.

There were quite a few restaurants, I hope he doesn't pick that other one. I mean, what if that girl is a regular customer or something?

"What kind of food do you want, Frankie?" I asked, trying to keep my guilt at bay.

"U-uhm...t-there!" He pointed across the street.

That was just my luck. Of course he had to pick

I looked down at Frankie and smiled, there was absolutely nothing to worry about. We'd just eat in peace and then walk around some more and it would be perfect. There's no way anything could go wrong.

We walked to the other side of the street and in to the restaurant. It was the same as it had been the last time I was there. Frankie decided he wanted to sit by the window, so we sat there, I sat in front of him. A waitress came by a couple seconds later and took our order. Franki took a while to decide but in the end he ordered a homely-sounding soup and a glass of lemonade, I ordered the same.

He took off the sumglasses and the hat, setting them on the empty seat beside him. He looked back up at me, smiling nervously when he saw I had been staring at him. I smilied back, turing to look out the window, I was such a creep for staring at him like that. I only turned back when I was sure the pink tint had disapeared from my cheeks. Frankie was looking around the restaurant curiously. I reavhed over and took his hand in mine, just because I could. It doesn't matter if people stare, Frankie's right here and he loves me and I love him even more, the least we can do is hold hands. Frankie looked up at me and smiled, sweet and childish and more love than nervousness. Perfect, just like him.

"We should go to the park after lunch."I suggested.

He nodded, looking exited. "Y-yeah! T-the s-swings!" He exclaimed, then went on to tell me how he's loved the swings since he was old enough to ride, that it felt like he was flying. I felt like I was flying everytime I look at him. I'd be morw than happy to push him on the swings. I was probably looking forward to it more than him, I could only imagine how happy he would be up there. I was craving to see his exited smile and his hair swishing in the wind.

The waitress came back a couple minutes after carrying our food. Frankie really liked the lemonade -it was pretty good actualy-, he ordered another one a few minutes in. We had spent our time eating and talking about where we would like to travel. Frankie's answer had been, a very obvious, Paris. I was almost ready to agree, just because I'd preffer to see Frankie happy than the Fiji Islands, but I ended up telling him where I wanted to go. He asked me what that place was like and I had explained it to him. The cristal clear water and clean white sand beaches and exotic animals. He ended up wanting to go there, too.

"W-we h-have to g-go t-there." Frankie said after a few seconds of siting quietly and looking out the window.

I smiled. "We will, I promise."

He smiled, continuing to drink from his glass of lemonade. It was silent for a while and I was about to ask Frankie if he wanted to go to a pastery shop a few minutes from here to have desert when I looked across the restaurant, over Frankie's shoulder and saw that girl, Diana, standing there. She was staring at me and smiled the second I caught sight of her, I felt my heart sink in to the pit of my stomach. I watched in horror as she took a couple steps towards our table, this can't be happening.

What do I do? I can't just yell at her to go away, I can't pretend I don't know her, she might try to

I could feel my face getting paler with each stpe she took, those stupid heels making that horrible clicking sound, seeling my doom. Why does she even want to talk to me, shouldn't she ne ambaressed? She was as easy as it gets, if I were a woman and I did something as disgusting as what she did, I wouldn't want to see the man I did it with, ever again.

I turned to look at Frankie, he was still eating peacfully, completely oblivous to the drama storm that was about to come down on our lovely day.

"Hi, Jake!"

What do I do?

Notes

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