Paper Butterflies: Frank Frankly x Eddie Dear

Chapter Three: Tomatoes

I LOVE THIS ART SM: https://www.tumblr.com/gh0stlyscooter/713551273921789952/eddie-and-frank-my-beloveds
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I blinked, the bright morning sun shining through the window into my eyes. I grumbled as I turned my head and pulled the blankets back up around me. I reached up to my alarm clock and sighed. I sat up, rubbing my eyes and running my fingers through my black hair. I got up and stretched, then walked over to my window. I opened it to look outside and quickly realized someone was talking. I peered out the window and saw Julie talking to my tomatoes again. She does that sometimes, telling them that they're growing nicely or how the neighbors are doing.

"-and he got so embarrassed! And I've noticed the way Frank acts around him, he totally likes him! He should just admit it. I don't blame him, Eddie seems quite sweet to me!" Julie said, crouched down in my vegetable bed, facing my tomatoes. She was talking about Eddie!

"JULIE!!" I shouted, tying my robe and jumping into my pink fuzzy slippers before bolting downstairs and stumbling all the way. I threw open the door and ran to Julie and my vegetables. "JULIE! WHAT ARE YOU TELLING MY TOMATOES?" I shouted, my head spinning. "Good morning Frank!" Julie waved. Just then, Eddie came from around the corner to deliver the mail. I gasped when I saw him, and Julie turned around to see what I was looking at. Eddie walked up to the fence by my mailbox and waved sweetly.

"Mornin' Julie, mornin' Frank!" He said. "What are you two doing?" He asked, tilting his head confusedly at my pink robe and slippers, getting muddy in the dirt. "Good morning, Eddie!" Julie shouted. "I was just telling the tomatoes that Frank-" I quickly slammed a hand over Julie's mouth, and laughed nervously. "Oh, uh, Julie was just helping me with the gardening this morning!
The weeds- The weeds won't pull themselves!" I yelled as Julie tried to pull my arm off. "Ah, I see!" Eddie said with a grin, his big eyes sparkling. I blushed a little, dazed by the sweetness of the mailman. I blinked as he spoke again.

"Well, I'll leave you guys to it! Have fun!" He said, turning and strolling down the road. I stood fixated on him until he was out of sight, then realized I was still holding Julie's mouth. She licked my hand and I quickly let go of her with a yelp, wiping my hand on my dressing gown. "Frank!! Why'd you do that?" Julie asked. "I don't want him to know!" I shouted back. I sighed. "I don't know how I'm feeling," I said, covering my face with my hands. "Just leave Mr. Dear out of it."
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Frank's house is always the best part of my mail route. The bright flowers and butterflies, seeing him tending to his garden early in the morning. It's sweet, really, his fascination with butterflies and plants. How excited he gets when he talks about them, the passion in his eyes... his smile...

I walked and crashed right into Sally's mailbox. I must have not been paying attention to where I was going, and losing my train of thought. Sally stopped her juggling practice and looked over at where the crash came from. "EDDIE! Are you okay??" She asked, running over to help me up. She grabbed my hand and helped me up. "Yes, thank you Sally!" I said. "I'm alright, I just got distracted again... erm, here's your mail!" I said happily, handing her some colorful letters and a package. "Thanks, Eddie!" she said, taking her mail. "Have a good day! Try not to crash again!" she said, walking back up to her house. "I'll try!" I laughed with a wave. In no time, I was watching Sally happily open new juggling balls as I strolled back down to deliver Poppy's mail, and then back to my post office.
After a long morning, I needed a rest. My mind kept wandering back to Frank. The way he dresses, moves, talks...

"I think I like him," I thought to myself.

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