Corrupted Heart - Steven Universe x Reader

Chapter 29

I finally tried the old-fashioned way of knocking on the door after pressing the broken doorbell several times. I stood outside patiently, using the moment to glance around the house. The first thing that I noticed was that Frankie's house was surprisingly big. Large windowpanes ran around her house and a 4-tier garden fountain stood proudly in front of it. No water was flowing through it, so I could only assume it was broken too. On the neatly trimmed grass rested a bicycle with the front wheels violently torn off and the chain almost camouflaging with the dirt. I wondered what kind of vicious beast could've done that. Suddenly, I heard a click, followed by the sounds of unlocking and finally the creak of the double-doors opening.

"(Y/N)! Finally! Come in, quick!", Frankie took me by the arm and yanked me inside, slamming the doors behind us. I took a look over my shoulder, noticing the gold-tinted chain that locked over the doors. Whatever kind of material it was made out of, it looked expensive. She lead up one of her staircases, which had been blanketed in a white, lavish carpet, which immediately made me feel back for tracking my dirt-covered footwear all over it.

She has two sets of stairs?!?!

When we got to the second floor, Jerry and Owen were lying on their stomachs, next to the TV. Jerry was inspecting all the miniature statues in the television unit while Owen had his hands in a platter full of macaroons, scones, cheeseboards and strawberries that I could only guess were hand-grown. That's when it suddenly clicked for me.

"You're...um...".

The word 'fancy' lingered on my tongue, and the word 'rich' was also balancing on the tip of it. Frankie caught my muttering and my occasional head turn to gawk at her extravagant house. She sunk into the collar of her sweater in a flustered state. Maybe she wasn't comfortable with people calling out how obviously fortunate she is.

"Oh, yeah. I-It's just a house though. And--", she glanced away from me, embracing herself, apprehensively. "Please don't make a big deal out of it. It's just a house".

My suspicions were correct. She didn't like talking about her house. Confusion struck me. Did everyone at school know about her big, fancy place? I'm sure people would be kissing her feet if they knew she was living in their fantasy house. I glanced to the side, noticing a large, decorative hanging light, sparkling like clear water being caressed by the moonlight.

Holy cow nuggets!! She has a fricking chandelier!!

I quickly attempted to diffuse the discomfiting topic, "I was going to say, you're--wearing a high neck sweater", I shook my head and stuck a tongue out in exaggeration, "Who wears those?".

My diffusion seemed to work because Frankie had turned back to look at me, her face no longer hidden in her collar and a smile had returned to her face like the one she wore when she answered the door. "I'll have you know that high necks are very fashionable", she replied slyly.

She approached the couch as I decided to take a seat next to Owen. He beamed, with no teeth of course because he was clearly still chewing something. I remembered what happened between him and Mable. He was often very careful with how much he ate at school, in fact, there were times I didn't see him eat at all. But it seems he's more comfortable here. Not wanting him to feel the same exclusion, I took a handful of strawberries to munch on.

Jerry was the first to ask, "So, when are we watching Two Halves?".

Frankie grinned as she used the remote to set up her TV, "Right now!".

A very utopian tune began playing as the series started rolling.

~

"I can't believe Xavier was Mr. Destructo the whole time!", Frankie let out a stunned breath as end credits began, "That's a twist I didn't see coming".