If These Walls Could Talk [Frerard]

11: Maybe, I Won't Be Okay.

Frank ended up walking me home. Frank  walked me home. I insisted that he didn't, but he was so planted on the idea of me getting there safe, that I could physically not resist. Frank hooked his arm around mine and practically dragged me in the opposite way we'd been walking. Obviously, my sigh and roll lf the eyes wasn't enough to stop my plan,  and it was already dark enough outside for me to do anything about the situation at the time. At one point, he'd made the two of us stop just so we could walk on the same foot. I laughed silently at the adorable way he would try so hard to get me to take the same first step. A few times, I would purposefully take a wrong step to see his effervescent grin as he would yank on my arm.

A few hours later, my house finally came into view. My face dropped, my feet dragging against the cement pavement as we got closer. I wasn't ready to go home. I didn't want to go home. I wasn't ready for that night. Something seemed to be off about my feelings about the future, and I wasn't sure I wanted to know. At the time, I figured that being with Frank would be safer. After all, he had such a quiescent aura surrounding him. But, whatever the dark void of the night held, was something that I couldn't protect myself from.

Once we finally reached the porch of the small house, Frank's skipping and happy manner ceased. His arm left mine, and both of us slowed our pace. We gazed at the door in front of us, the rusty and maroon door. Eventually, Frank opened his mouth to speak, a hand coming up to his face to brush his hair from his eyes. He didn't look at me, but I had to turn.

"So, does this mean we're all good?"

"Well," I paused, taking in a large breathe. I didn't know. I had no idea of how to tell what would happen in the future, and it scared the crap out of me. I didn't like not knowing things. I always knew how everything made it's way around daily life,and I knew what was going on with most of the people in Ridge View without even speaking to them. Yet, with Frank, I had no idea what to expect. He was the one person I couldn't see through. And, it terrified me. The whole idea terrified me. So, I shrugged. I chomped down on my lip and shrugged.

"Come on, Gee," Frank sighed, his eyes travelling to the floor, his hair falling back into it's position in front of his eyes, "Can't you see I'm trying?"

Just then, a voice sent a chill down my spine as I jumped slightly. My shoulder came up to my neck, my head snapping in the direction of the voice. Frank did too, but his movement was more calm, relaxed. It was more of a lithe kind of movement. Mikey sat in an idyllic position on the only bench we held on the porch, his legs crossed and arms resting over them. His eyes flipped from mine to Frank's, then to mine one again. He didn't smile, just continued with his thought.

"Y'know, Gee, he really is trying." Mikey said, earning a nod of agreement from Frank. I sighed, knowing where this was going, "For God's sake, forgive the boy already."

"Why-"

"You know Grandma would want that."

Oh, hell no. He did not just reference Elena. I snarled at Mikey, Frank being forgotten as the two of us began to mock one another. Mikey began to turn away from me, his arms crossing over his chest as his blonde-dyed hair was flung away from his face. My hands rested on my hips as we argued with each other, our voices remaining quite low in order to avoid making my mother walk outside. It went on for a few minutes, and the area became darker, as well as quieter with the exception of our voices ringing through the street. Frank tapped my shoulder, his face holding an expression of almost fear, but more filled with a sense of awkwardness. I turned with too sharp of an attitude, his small figure jumping back slightly as my hair whipped past my eyes. His eyes swelled to twice the size for the split second, but our eyes remained locked.