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A deep shade of crimson donned his cheeks yet he could not move. The girl beneath him was a beautiful mess. She forced a struggled smile, which he returned.
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Her eyes were red and swollen under the brim of her black and pink trucker hat. Big sad blue puddles, bloodshot and pain-filled. Her lips held a broken memory of smiles and laughter long forgotten. Eyebrows dipping in the middle to form a frown, frustrated at herself. Her hands replaced by white-knuckled fists that shake like earthquakes. Lines of mascara and eyeliner drew messy patterns down her pale cheeks. Two wild bunches of hair fell unevenly on her shoulders, confined only by that black and pink trucker hat.
Her black hoodie was zipped up to the top yet still she wrapped her arms tightly around herself to protect from the cold. The sound of her airwalk shoes scuffling along the sidewalk was slightly comforting and reminded her she was still alive. She clenched her teeth and pulled a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket. Letting out a sigh she placed one in her mouth and lit it quickly before continuing down the street.
There was no way Patrick could have avoided colliding with the young girl as his friend Pete pushed him out of the diner. She cried out in pain and surprise and landed heavily on her back with the stranger on top of her. Her cigarette fell to the gutter and both of their hats landed by their side. A deep shade of crimson donned his cheeks yet he could not move. The girl beneath him was a beautiful mess. She forced a struggled smile, which he returned.
‘Trick!’ Pete yelled between laughter, ‘Dude, you’re crushing her’
Pete’s words promptly snapped Patrick into reality and he jumped up onto his feet. His hand grabbed hers as she too struggled to her feet.
‘I’m so sorry’ Patrick blurted, scooping his hat up and placing it carefully on his head.
‘It’s okay,’ She grumbled, doing the same with her own hat, ‘I’m okay’
Pete whispered the word ‘awkward’ under his breath and rocked back and forth throughout the brief silence before elbowing Patrick sneakily. Picking up on this, the girl cleared her throat before offering her hand to him.
‘I’m Frankie’ She said, her voice soft and quiet.
‘Patrick’ He replied, nervously grinning
Pete rolled his eyes at Patrick’s shoddy attempt at charming women then took a step towards her.
‘Hey, I’m Pete’ He smirked slightly cockily and took the hand she still had outstretched.
‘Nice to meet…’ She stopped herself, realizing that she already knew the boy now shaking her hand, ‘Pete?’
‘Uh… yeah?’ He laughed, a little confused.
‘Petey Wentz?’ She looked deep into his eyes, looking for a reaction, which she saw almost immediately.
‘Frankie?’ He said thoughtfully, ‘Frankie? Frankie Trohman?’
She beamed and nodded
‘Trohman?’ Patrick questioned, ‘As in, Joe?’
‘Uh huh...’ She replied, staring at her shoes
Without warning, Pete wrapped his arms around her and held her close. The pair were giggling wildly as they clung onto each other.
‘Oh my god…’ Patrick sighed heavily, ‘Why the hugging?’
The two old friends parted and stood staring at each other in disbelief.
‘Damn Frankie…’ Pete chuckled, ‘You’ve changed so much…’
‘Look at you!’ She answered, ‘Well, it has been ten years’
‘Ten years… It’s been too long kid-o’ He laughed
‘I’m not a kid’ She pouted, bottom lip jutting out, ‘I’m… What… Five years younger than you?’
‘So’s Patty here,’ Pete shot a sneaky smile at his best friend who sent a confused look in return, ‘He’s still a kid’
‘Bite me Wentz’ Patrick growled before lightening his tone, ‘So, Frankie… You’re Joe’s…?’
‘Cousin’ She answered, rubbing her elbow, ‘I used to live next to Pete’
‘She moved away when she was like… twelve’ Pete finished for her, ‘So, where are you headed?’
‘Uh, Joe’s actually…’ She said casually, ‘I’ve got some family things to sort out…’
Pete shoved his hand deep into his pocket and fished out some car keys.
‘Well… Lucky for you…’ Pete began, ‘That’s where we’re going too’
‘Pete,’ Patrick scorned, stretching one arm in the boy’s direction, ‘Give me my car keys.’
‘No way!’ The spiky-haired imp pouted, ‘Come on… Let me drive!’
‘I’ve seen you drive,’ Patrick retorted, ‘No’
‘Please, please, please,’ Pete begged, ‘Don’t you love me anymore?’
‘Keep it under fifty,’ Patrick sighed in defeat, ‘I mean it.’
‘Thank you, thank you, thank you!’ Pete squealed in glee and ran over to kiss Patrick’s cheek, causing him to grimace.
Frankie giggled. She always imagined Pete would have matured by now. Clearly she was wrong. Practically skipping, Pete made his way over to the blue Honda Civic.
‘Shotgun!’ Frankie called, poking her tongue out at Patrick.
‘Nuh uh’ Pete replied, shaking his head. ‘You both ride in the back. Don’t want you cramping my style.’
Patrick shot him an evil look.
‘…And…’ Pete continued, ‘I’m going to be a good chauffer.’
He opened the car door and bowed overdramatically.
‘M’lady,’ He said in a bad English accent.
‘Why, thank you Peter’ Frankie answered getting into the car.
Pete’s face contorted into a look of horror.
‘Don’t call me that…’ He frowned
‘And why not?’ She answered
‘Cause that’s what my mom calls me’ He crunched up his nose
‘Well,’ Patrick started, also getting into the back, ‘To Joe’s house Peter!’
‘Okay…’ Pete mumbled, jumping behind the wheel, ‘Mom…’
Her black hoodie was zipped up to the top yet still she wrapped her arms tightly around herself to protect from the cold. The sound of her airwalk shoes scuffling along the sidewalk was slightly comforting and reminded her she was still alive. She clenched her teeth and pulled a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket. Letting out a sigh she placed one in her mouth and lit it quickly before continuing down the street.
There was no way Patrick could have avoided colliding with the young girl as his friend Pete pushed him out of the diner. She cried out in pain and surprise and landed heavily on her back with the stranger on top of her. Her cigarette fell to the gutter and both of their hats landed by their side. A deep shade of crimson donned his cheeks yet he could not move. The girl beneath him was a beautiful mess. She forced a struggled smile, which he returned.
‘Trick!’ Pete yelled between laughter, ‘Dude, you’re crushing her’
Pete’s words promptly snapped Patrick into reality and he jumped up onto his feet. His hand grabbed hers as she too struggled to her feet.
‘I’m so sorry’ Patrick blurted, scooping his hat up and placing it carefully on his head.
‘It’s okay,’ She grumbled, doing the same with her own hat, ‘I’m okay’
Pete whispered the word ‘awkward’ under his breath and rocked back and forth throughout the brief silence before elbowing Patrick sneakily. Picking up on this, the girl cleared her throat before offering her hand to him.
‘I’m Frankie’ She said, her voice soft and quiet.
‘Patrick’ He replied, nervously grinning
Pete rolled his eyes at Patrick’s shoddy attempt at charming women then took a step towards her.
‘Hey, I’m Pete’ He smirked slightly cockily and took the hand she still had outstretched.
‘Nice to meet…’ She stopped herself, realizing that she already knew the boy now shaking her hand, ‘Pete?’
‘Uh… yeah?’ He laughed, a little confused.
‘Petey Wentz?’ She looked deep into his eyes, looking for a reaction, which she saw almost immediately.
‘Frankie?’ He said thoughtfully, ‘Frankie? Frankie Trohman?’
She beamed and nodded
‘Trohman?’ Patrick questioned, ‘As in, Joe?’
‘Uh huh...’ She replied, staring at her shoes
Without warning, Pete wrapped his arms around her and held her close. The pair were giggling wildly as they clung onto each other.
‘Oh my god…’ Patrick sighed heavily, ‘Why the hugging?’
The two old friends parted and stood staring at each other in disbelief.
‘Damn Frankie…’ Pete chuckled, ‘You’ve changed so much…’
‘Look at you!’ She answered, ‘Well, it has been ten years’
‘Ten years… It’s been too long kid-o’ He laughed
‘I’m not a kid’ She pouted, bottom lip jutting out, ‘I’m… What… Five years younger than you?’
‘So’s Patty here,’ Pete shot a sneaky smile at his best friend who sent a confused look in return, ‘He’s still a kid’
‘Bite me Wentz’ Patrick growled before lightening his tone, ‘So, Frankie… You’re Joe’s…?’
‘Cousin’ She answered, rubbing her elbow, ‘I used to live next to Pete’
‘She moved away when she was like… twelve’ Pete finished for her, ‘So, where are you headed?’
‘Uh, Joe’s actually…’ She said casually, ‘I’ve got some family things to sort out…’
Pete shoved his hand deep into his pocket and fished out some car keys.
‘Well… Lucky for you…’ Pete began, ‘That’s where we’re going too’
‘Pete,’ Patrick scorned, stretching one arm in the boy’s direction, ‘Give me my car keys.’
‘No way!’ The spiky-haired imp pouted, ‘Come on… Let me drive!’
‘I’ve seen you drive,’ Patrick retorted, ‘No’
‘Please, please, please,’ Pete begged, ‘Don’t you love me anymore?’
‘Keep it under fifty,’ Patrick sighed in defeat, ‘I mean it.’
‘Thank you, thank you, thank you!’ Pete squealed in glee and ran over to kiss Patrick’s cheek, causing him to grimace.
Frankie giggled. She always imagined Pete would have matured by now. Clearly she was wrong. Practically skipping, Pete made his way over to the blue Honda Civic.
‘Shotgun!’ Frankie called, poking her tongue out at Patrick.
‘Nuh uh’ Pete replied, shaking his head. ‘You both ride in the back. Don’t want you cramping my style.’
Patrick shot him an evil look.
‘…And…’ Pete continued, ‘I’m going to be a good chauffer.’
He opened the car door and bowed overdramatically.
‘M’lady,’ He said in a bad English accent.
‘Why, thank you Peter’ Frankie answered getting into the car.
Pete’s face contorted into a look of horror.
‘Don’t call me that…’ He frowned
‘And why not?’ She answered
‘Cause that’s what my mom calls me’ He crunched up his nose
‘Well,’ Patrick started, also getting into the back, ‘To Joe’s house Peter!’
‘Okay…’ Pete mumbled, jumping behind the wheel, ‘Mom…’
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