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...
Frankie drove away from Parkrose High School. Following Hunter back to his house after their last day. They made a quick pitstop to grab some ice cream with their other friends and then made their way to the Sylvester's household for the rest of the day by themselves.
"Why can't I just wear like a really dark blue or something?" Hunter asked as he plopped down in his leather chair. Sinking into the smooth material.
"Why, so that it basically just looks black?" Frankie asked back as she took a seat on his bed. Staring his way.
"Exactly." Hunter groaned out as he stretched his arms. Thankful to be done with school and able to relax.
Frankie stood up and headed towards the staircase not saying what she was doing. Hunter furrowed his brows immediately in confusion and asked where she was going.
"To raid your closet for ideas, duh." She flew up the stairs as Hunter processed what she said.
Chasing after her as quick as he could when realizing what it was. But she was fast on her feet. Making it up another flight of stairs to reach the second floor of his house. Stopping once she saw a door covered in band posters. Knowing it obviously had to be Hunter's.
For as long as they've been hanging out now she still had yet to see inside his actual bedroom. She hasn't asked to but thought it was weird that he never offered either.
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"Francesca! Don't you dare!" Hunter called as he reached the top of the stairs.
Frankie looked over to see him picking himself up, as he clearly tripped over his own feet on the steps.
Turning her attention back to the door and turning the knob swiftly. Pushing the door open and rushing inside the room.
"Cocks." Hunter mumbled as he picked himself up and ran in after her. Stopping so he wouldn't bump into where she was standing.
"It's......normal?" Frankie stated without emotion.
Sure it had his regular band posters and flags hung about on the walls but nothing looked real out of the ordinary. Minus it was messier than the basement but she always figured so.
"Okay you saw it, are you satisfied? We can go back to the basement now." Hunter tried to rush her out. Placing his hands on her shoulders to turn her back to the door to exit his room.
