Francesca "Frankie" Sullivan. Cousin to Clay Moss, side fling sometimes to Skip Hoffman and known arch enemy of Hunter Sylvester. Frankie and Hunter have been at each other's necks since the second grade. Constantly trying to publicly embarrass or o...
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"It really looked great inside. You did a hell of a job in there, I gotta hand it to ya. Couldn't even smell the dirty sweat socks anymore." Hunter complimented Frankie and her prom planning skills as they stood outside.
She laughed and nudged him with her elbow.
"Thanks but it looks a lot better out here. Now this is a true starry night." Frankie looked above them at the night sky.
Taking in the view as the full moon and stars illuminated the entire sky. There wasn't a cloud in sight. Not remembering the last time she looked up and admired how stunning nature could be. She pointed out how beautiful it was to look at.
"Yeah it is." Hunter couldn't take his eyes off of the girl to his left. Staring at the way her honey colored eyes glowed under the moonlight. He would take a photo if it wasn't weird to do.
"Do you wanna head inside? Share a dance or something? Strictly as friends of course." Frankie suggested as she looked back over to meet his eyes. Smiling at his adorning face.
Hunter's heart jumped at the offer but he didn't feel like going back in there and dealing with any more stares or questions for the evening. He was content with just being with her.
"Nah, that music sucks. Plus I don't need to see more of those buffoons drooling over you any longer than I already witnessed. I would rather have birds pluck the eyeballs out of my skull than have to deal with either of that shit again. I have a better idea though. Come on." Hunter spoke as his hand reached down and found Frankie's.
Softly entangling their fingers together to drag her off where he had parked his Challenger. He let go as he went to unlock his car and open the driver's side door. Leaning into his car enough to start it and turn his radio on. Shifting quickly through songs to find a station with something slow on. Eventually landing on a classic rock station to hear Lights by Journey playing halfway through the song.
