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𝗧he redhead let out a soft sigh as she gently closed her room door behind her, her heart still fluttering from the flurry of emotions swimming in her mind. "so, is everything good between you two?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity. frankie nodded, sinking into the plush comfort of her bed. "i didn't tell her about the other thing, though. i just thought that would be too much."
"is she coming up?" the redhead inquired, her eyes searching frankie's for answers.
"no, i meant what i said when i told her she could come over when she writes her paper." frankie sighed, reaching for her laptop and flipping it open, the screen illuminating her face with a warm glow. "and i need to start mine."
the redhead glanced at lucas, who was diligently scribbling away at a page, his brow furrowed in concentration. "are you already done with the first page?" she asked, a blend of admiration and disbelief in her tone.
"actually, i'm done with the last page," lucas replied, a proud grin breaking across his face. frankie's eyes widened in surprise, and she set her laptop down on her bed, rising to her feet and walking over to him. "how are you done already? was i down there that long?"
"no, i just knew what i wanted to write about." frankie rolled her eyes playfully, picking her laptop back up and handing it to him. "here, you can type your essay out while i try and figure out what i'm going to write about." with that, she grabbed her well-loved notebook and a sharpened pencil, her mind racing for inspiration.
an hour slipped by like sand through an hourglass, and frankie's paper remained blank, a stark white canvas taunting her. "hello?" lucas's voice broke through her thoughts as he waved his hand in her direction. "i'm sorry. what'd you say?" she replied, jolted from her reverie.
"did you find a topic yet?" he asked, standing up from his chair and making his way to her side. "no, i can't figure out what to write. and it's killing me," she confessed, throwing her hands up in frustration.
"how about writing about how you'd fight for everyone to be happy and have a home?" lucas suggested, settling comfortably on the floor beside her. his gaze was earnest. "i've known you for just a few hours, and you've already shown me how selfless and special you are."
frankie tilted her head, studying the sincerity in his eyes as he continued. "you use your money to help those who really need it. i wouldn't be surprised if you help build some of the homeless shelters."
"yeah, my dad and i have helped build two already, and we're planning to assist with more," lucas replied, his grin widening as he gently patted her knee. "and that's what you need to write about, because one day, i know you will make that happen." frankie's heart fluttered at his words, and she bit her lip, contemplating his suggestion.
