That night, I was seeing a side of Frank that I am sure no one has ever seen. Behind his playboy persona, I saw his sensitive side. He told me about at times, he wonders what would happen if he didn't drop out of Rutgers. He told me about his mother. He told me that he is an only child and it gets lonely sometimes. He told me about his first heartbreak and how he didn't get over his ex-girlfriend for three years.

Throughout the whole time, I saw in front of him and he had his arms around my waist. I liked it. I liked how it feels. It felt like I was on cloud nine the whole time.

He told me things that no one knew about him and in exchange, I told him nothing. I was not ready for any kind of emotional attachment with him. Or anyone. I knew I was losing Rebecca, I just did not want to have two losses. I would go mental.

"You came back late last night", mummy said while we were having breakfast.

"You were out on a date, weren't you sweetheart?" daddy asked.

Mummy dropped her fork and turned her attention to me. My face froze for a while. I did not want mummy to find out. Rebecca continued eating her oatmeal.

"I was", I replied.

"With who? How come I did not know about this?", mummy sternly replied.

"This guy, nothing exclusive.", I lied.

"It's the guy that performed on Becca's 16th right?", daddy asked again.

"What guy? The BAND?", mummy was really stressing on the word 'band'. It was like a disease to her.

"Mummy, it's nothing really. I just went out with him once", I replied.

"What's so wrong about dating someone in a band, mummy?", Rebecca finally asked.

"We have a status to maintain, Rebecca. I do not like to see one of my daughters to go and marry some guy from a hippie band. This is not 1970. Marry someone who works like your dad"

"Martha, let her-"

"No, Rogers. I won't let our daughters date someone who doesn't work and that's that", Mummy cut daddy off before he could finish his sentence.

"Becca, I want you to go to the TV room. I will join you after this okay?", I told Rebecca. I knew things are going to get ugly.

Mummy continued to finish her breakfast while daddy just gave me an apologetic look. Mummy was the dominant in this family. At times, I don't blame her for being like this because Nanna was like this with her.

"I think we should let her date whoever she wants", daddy said.

Mummy put down her newspaper and looked at both of us in disbelieve. Her face was almost red, she was shocked that daddy was agreeing with me.

"Fine, Blair. You can date whomever you want but don't expect me to play nice when he is around and don't come to me when he is pennyless and breaks your fragile heart.", mummy replied before leaving the kitchen.

Her words broke me. I felt hot tears streaming down my cheeks and daddy pulled his chair to sit beside me. He put his arms around me while resting his head on my shoulder. I couldn't believe mummy would say things that would hurt her own child but then again, it was mummy anyway.

After five minutes, I joined Rebecca watching TV and MTV was on. She was singing to her favorite tune by The Used. I rested my head on Rebecca's scrawny shoulder. I could barely feel an inch of flesh on her. Then, it was My Chemical Romance's video. I was smiling to myself and I knew my cheeks turned pink.

"How does it feel?", Rebecca asked.

"What do you mean?", I replied.

"How does it feel to be in love? To have someone who likes you, likes you back.", Rebecca asked. Her eyes were glued to the TV.

Her question wiped away my smile. I knew she was curious. I knew it wasn't her attention to remind me of her condition. Rebecca was diagnosed with Leukemia since she was 13. I remember when I was that age, I was always going out with my friends but Rebecca.. She was going in and out of the hospital.

Rebecca turned off the TV and looked at me, "I want to know. I don't know how it feels. I want to know how it feels when he calls you because he misses you. I want to know how it feels when he talks to you"

I inhaled slowly, it felt like a huge lump was in my throat. I hated myself for this. For feeling sad all the time.

"It feels.. like, nothing else matters. It feels like your heart is in a way content. It feels like the void that I've always had in my heart has been filled by the butterflies that he gives", I replied.

"Is that how Frank makes you feel?"

"I don't know, baby."

"I hope he'll make you happy when I am not around"