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𝗙rankie sat up with a sharp inhale, chest rising and falling quickly. her heart thudded in her ears as her eyes scanned the darkened room, still tangled in the remnants of her dream. she reached for her nightstand, blinking through the haze of sleep to read the glowing red numbers. midnight. exactly.
her books were still open beside her. notes scribbled across pages now creased from where her head had rested. she muttered to herself, "must've fallen asleep."
without hesitation, her fingers reached for her phone. she scrolled to his name and hit call.
it rang once. twice. on the third, he answered.
"hey, gorgeous," lucas's voice was groggy, laced with sleep, but soft. "is everything okay?"
she didn't answer his question. "oh no. where are you sleeping?"
"i was asleep," he replied gently, "but that doesn't matter. is everything alright?"
there was a pause on her end, then a breath. "i want you to come over."
he sat up slowly, already kicking off the covers. "you know what time it is, right? and i don't think your dad would be thrilled about me showing up."
frankie groaned and flopped back onto the bed. "i'll sneak you in. i just, i need you right now. i had a bad dream."
his voice softened further. "about what?"
he was already standing, grabbing sweatpants from the floor and pulling a hoodie over his head.
"i really don't want to talk about it," frankie murmured. "i'm trying to forget it. i just... seeing you would help."
lucas stared at the ceiling, lips curving into a smile. she couldn't see it, but her words made his chest swell. "don't worry. i'll be there."
she exhaled through her nose, finally letting her body relax. "thank you."
"you don't have to thank me. i'll text you when i'm outside your window, okay?"
"okay," she said softly, then ended the call.
frankie sat up and started gathering her school stuff from her bed, stacking textbooks and folding loose papers. once everything was in her bag, she turned off her lamp, leaving only the soft amber glow of her fairy lights to bathe the room. it made her feel safer—less alone.
