Forbidden Things || Cobra Kai

18 Night

Pen: Are you ok?

The question looked so stupid as Frankie stared at it. She pressed her thumbs into the keyboard lightly, laying flat on her back as she tried to allow darkness to take her. It was too late to be awake and she was tired. However, it was the kind of tiredness that didn't let her sleep. She was restless and she hated it.

It seemed Penelope was too.

Yeah. Y wouldnt I be? :Frankie

Frankie was too comfortable to get up and actually walk over to Penelope's room. One wall divided their rooms, but the warmth of the bed kept her pinned down. The smell of lavender and vanilla engulfed her and she allowed it. There was still the faint smell of Tory's sunflower perfume on her pillowcase, so no, she wasn't going anywhere.

Pen: Idk

Pen: Just thought I'd ask

The house was quiet. There wasn't much noise coming from anywhere. The wind was blowing outside and shaking some trees, but that was about it. Aside from the vibration of her phone whenever a text came in, it was eerie and near silent. Frankie thought "near silent" was worse than just silent because it was somehow more inviting.

She knew her father was asleep, so she knew she'd hear nothing from his end of the house. The wall opposite of her was the one she shared with Penelope, who never made much noise at night. If she did, it was a creaking floorboard under her foot when she got up to go to the bathroom and that was all.

Her phone buzzed again and Frankie didn't have to look to know who it was. She only got texts from three people now and one of them was in the house with her.

Pen: I guess I'm just worried

Abt what? :Frankie

Pen: You

U don't have to worry abt me :Frankie

There was a pause and Frankie stared at the screen, waiting, until it went black. She saw nothing as the room was once again bathed in darkness, which would still not carry her to sleep.

It was not unfamiliar to her. The dark of night was exciting and fun, a playground for those who hated exploration during the day. She could barely taste it on her tongue; it was just out of her grasp, hardly brushed with her finger tips.

Adventure in California tasted like salt and sea, vastly different from the cold, high winds of Colorado. It was unknown territory to her and she was all but jumping out the window to go scouting.

Her father was too smart to give her the room where the window opened up to a large tree or over any surface she could climb, so jumping out the window wasn't an option. Perhaps if she needed a quick escape, but that dipped into worst-case-scenario talk and she was never one to think about the worst case scenarios.

Pen: Is Tory your gf?

No :Frankie

There was no point in lying. While it would be easy to lie, Frankie didn't see a good enough reason to do that again. Penelope didn't deserve being lied to anyway.

Penelope might have been family, but Frankie considered her to be her best friend. They just happened to be cousins, ones who got mistaken for sisters. Fate and destiny were concepts she didn't really believe in, but what were the chances that they ended up being cousins? It felt like one in a million.

Since the very beginning, it was always Frankie and Penelope. There were hardly any baby pictures of them where they weren't together; they had playdates together nearly every day since they were newborns; legend had it that Frankie - or some variation of her name - had been Pen's first word. They were in the same class from kindergarten to fourth grade; when fifth grade rolled around and the girls learned that they were going to be in separate classes with different teachers, Frankie was the one who nearly pitched a fit. When they went to middle school, the girls made friends, people who would come and go over the years, some sticking by their side when high school hit. However, no matter what, it was always the two of them.