I'll Go Down With My Friends - We'll Carry On

“Alright! Here we are!” Clara said as she pulled up outside Frank’s house.
“Thanks!” Hazel smiled as she unclipped her seatbelt, “Do you wanna come in for coffee or anything?”
“Nah, I’m alright thanks, I’ve gotta be back I promised Gerard see?” She replied, then smiled back, “I’ll see you tomorrow though.”
“Same time?” Hazel asked, knowing the answer.
“Of course!” Clara laughed, as Hazel opened the door and climbed out, lifting her Sleeping With Sirens tote bag onto her shoulder, “Anyways, bye!”
“Thanks, seeya!” Hazel called as she closed the car door and stepped back, watching as Clara drove her neon green car away. She sighed and turned to walk up the path to the villa-type bungalow where she lived.
Hazel enjoyed college; Clara had gotten her into a course studying design and creative writing – basically she attended various classes within the art department. Clara was now studying fashion design as well as medicine, so Hazel would meet her blue haired friend every day for lunch. Since Hazel couldn’t drive, Clara gave Hazel a lift there and back every day, and was working on teaching Hazel the basics of driving.
Clara was Hazel’s best friend, her only friend at first. When she’d first started college, Hazel had realised that despite living in the area for a few months she had only known three people – Clara, Gerard and Frank. Five weeks ago Hazel had started college and within a week had made friends with quite a few of the people there, Clara was quite popular so had introduced Hazel to most of her friends, although she had said that she was closest to Hazel.
This was probably because they had first met at four in the morning when Clara was doing a night-shift reception duty at the hospital and two bedraggled figures had rushed in. They’d been wide-eyed with fright and obvious fatigue and looked quite unsettled and anxious, as if they’d experienced something awful – which they had. The figures were Hazel and Gerard, returning from an encounter with two criminals which had tired them both.
Clara had learned that their troubles had begun several months earlier when Hazel had been snatched by the same two men, they’d injected her with a drug and knocked her out a temporarily whilst they drove her hundreds of miles across the country. Then when they’d been planning do to God only knows what to her, Frank had stepped in and saved her, driven her back to his place and sorting her out then taken care of her until she calmed down. They’d gotten into a relationship within the next month and had been going steady before meeting up with Frank’s ex-best friend, Gerard. It was this day that they’d met Clara, Gerard had drunk too much and a serious of actions had resulted in Frank being hit by a lorry then rushed off to hospital. Hazel and Gerard had ran through the night, arriving at the hospital, changing into dry hospital robes and waiting to be granted permission to see Frank. Whilst waiting, one of the men who’d been involved in kidnapping Hazel had been wheeled into the room, his friend walking with him. Hazel had fought off a panic attack and silently let Gerard know, Gerard had then indicated that they would get out the room and he would protect her. However Hazel had known something was wrong, and when Gerard had stood up then collapsed she was left alone. One of the men had hurt her then picked her up and carried her away, the receptionist being away to check if it was possible for them to see Frank. Gerard had woken up a little later and gone looking for Hazel, finding her gagged within a nearby wood; he’d then sneaked a gun from them before getting himself captured along with Hazel. He’d shown her how to break her bonds then the two of them had crept along through the trees, they’d almost made it when the men heard them and one had cut them off by grabbing hold on Hazel and handling her roughly. Gerard had shot him in his injured knee and the two of them had knocked the men out before calling the police. After sorting out the situation they’d returned to the hospital and that’s where they’d met Clara. They’d spoken until her shift had ended then gone to see Frank, once establishing his serious yet stable condition they’d decided that Hazel would stay with him whilst Clara and Gerard drove to the various housesto get supplies. For the next few weeks/months the three of them had stayed with Frank, once he’d woken up they’d continued to stay with him until he was allowed home, during that time Clara and Gerard had gotten into a relationship. Once home they’d all continued with their lives as normally as possible, except Clara had fully moved in with Gerard.
That took them up to the present, Hazel and Clara were best friends as were Gerard and Frank, Clara and Gerard were going steady and so were Hazel and Frank. During the eventful night Gerard had “adopted” Hazel as his “sister”, and since then the two of them had kept the joke going.
But all in all, Hazel was pretty happy with her life as it was going at that time, a year ago she wouldn’t have imagined herself where she was now but she wasn’t complaining. She smiled as she walked up opened the door and stepped in, jumping out her skin as Frank shouted from behind the door.
“Nice to see you too!” She exclaimed, dumping her tote bag beside the door as Frank laughed and wrapped his arms around her.
“I’m so sorry.” He whispered, making her smile.
“No you’re not!” Hazel laughed and Frank giggled softly before pressing his lips to hers and kissing her briefly, but passionately.
“How was college?” He asked once he’d broken away.
“Yeah it was good thanks,” Hazel replied, taking her jacket off and hanging it on the hook by the door, “I invited Clara to come in but she said she promised Gerard she’d be back.”
“Oh, that’s a shame,” Frank replied as he made his way to the kitchen, “I’ve not seen her for over two weeks I think, do you want tea by the way?”
“Please, and yeah she was saying yesterday she wants to see you again at some point.” Hazel followed him through and sat at the counter as he busied himself by the kettle.
“How’s she doing?” Frank asked, dropping teabags into two cups.
“She’s good, she’s settled into Gerard’s well, I think she really does love him from how she speaks about and to him.” Hazel brushed the hair out her face.
“I think Gerard feels the same, which is good,” Frank poured the steaming water into the cups and stirred them, adding milk as he did so “What’re they like in the house together?”
“They act like good friends, who are as close as siblings, and do a fair bit of kissing, at least that’s what they were like when I was over helping her dye her hair last week,” Hazel paused and smirked, “I think they toned the kissing down for me though, I’m pretty sure they usually would do it more.”
Frank laughed, “Likely! So her hair isn’t red anymore?”
“Nah, it’s blue,” Hazel said as Frank carried the cups across and sat down next to her, “It suits her.”
“That’s rad,” Frank replied, “I was thinking I should dye my hair you know? Maybe like a bright green, the colour of Clara’s car, yeah?”
Hazel didn’t say anything.
“I’m kidding!” Frank cracked up at the look on her face, “God, you look like you’ve seen a fucking ghost man!”
Hazel punched his arm, “Fucking go for it, honey.”
He grinned back and they both laughed.

Notes

Hey! So.. sequel!
I've just been like setting the scene now and all that jazz, the plot should catch on soon hopefully, anyways - enjoy!! c: