I love him. I really do. I want to be able to protect him, embrace his touch in public, everything imaginable. The nights we have together, when I sneak in his room, are the best. I am always looking forward to the nights. Frank is amazing to me, everything he said and does is just so enchanting. One time Frank told me his stories as we cuddled at 1 am. He wasn’t always so introverted. He was really social back during middle school and in freshman year. But as the years progressed, he became more distant from friends and then classmates. He isolated himself and no one gave his actions a second look. So he kept his distance, slowly getting use to it. He’s sleeping now, being cradled in my arms.

Frank rested his hands as he set his laptop to the side. He can hear the rain from outside, tapping against his window. He got up from the bed and walked toward the window before opening the blinds. He stared out at the light rain. Frank could watch the rain collide onto the gravel all day. A buzzing noise jolted Frank out of his state. He turned around to see his phone screen light up. He walked over and snatched his phone from his bed before going back to the window. Gerard’s name and picture showed up on his screen, but he quickly declined the call.

Frank sighed to himself before unlocking his phone and calling Sammy, the best friend he lost but hoped to get back. There were three rings but the call ended abruptly. Frank called again and again before finally texting her.

To: Sammy :)
3:34 p.m
Hey I really think we should talk??

From: Sammy :)
3:49 p.m
No, I think everything is fine the way it is.

To: Sammy :)
3:51 p.m
Please. Look, I’m coming over. You have no idea how much I need you...I’m becoming such a wreck lately. I need to vent.

From: Sammy :)
3:59 p.m
...Fine. But only because I care about you.

Frank locked his phone before grabbing his jacket and placing his phone into the pocket. He headed out the door without telling his mom or Josh who were oblivious, locked away in their room. Frank walked out the door and stepped on shallow puddles as he headed toward his friend’s house. He knew the rain wouldn’t last long-it never does in LA. Frank’s mind was getting distracted by Gerard’s calls. Frank kept hanging up on him constantly, not wanting to speak to him.

It didn’t take long to reach Sammy’s house. The rain had stopped as well. Frank skipped up the steps to the front door and knocked softly. The door opened and Sammy stood there. Frank couldn’t tell what her expression meant. Her eyes were light, and her lips weren’t taking form at all.

Frank forced a smile, “Sammy ..”

She stepped outside her house and faced him, “Frank ..”

Frank abruptly reeled her in, forcing a hug. Sammy’s eyes went wide before she slowly hugged him back. Frank shoved his face into her shoulder. She smelt like cigarettes. His face felt warm against her sweater. He murmured, “I need to tell you something.”

Notes

xo