Face It

Chapter 1

"I can skip rocks better!" Frankie said while picking up another stone and shoving in the Markus's face.

Markus and Frankie had been meeting my the river side every day after school for the past 6 months. You could say it's their... getaway.

The river side was old looking. With grey stones along the water, dead trees around, quite small there too.

"Uh, I really doubt that. I don't know if you heard, but I won first place in the national stone skipping contest 4 years in a row." Markus said, feeling confident while lying.

"No you didn't, you would've told me already! You asshole! You think I would believe you?"

"Well that's what I was hoping." Frankie laughed and laid her head on Markus's shoulder.

"I still can skip stones better than you can."

"Oh yeah? Prove it. Show me what you got, scrawny." Markus said, while grabbing ahold of Frankie's arm.

"I am not scrawny! I am perfectly fine! It's you who is scrawny. Eat something for god's sake! Okay, now let me show you how it's done." Frankie said with emphasis. She put the stone back and looked for a better one to skip. She finally found the perfect one. Flat, smooth, and pretty too.

"You're going to be sorry."

"Oh, I bet I will." Markus said sarcastically.

Frankie cracked her knuckles, shook it out, and stood back. With a flick her wrist, she skipped the stone.

1,2,3,4,5. Five times it skipped across the water.

"Beat that BIATCH." Frankie said. Markus shook his head.

"Please! I could do that in my sleep. Watch this. PREPARE. To be amazed." He said with a wink. Frankie laughed.

Just like Frankie, Markus stood back, and with a flick of his wrist...

"HOLD UP. Can we make a bet first?" Markus said before letting go of the stone.

"Ugh, fine. What shall-ith be your deal-ith?"

Markus had a billion ideas, but wanted one of them the most. "If you skip more than I do, you can, uh... dye my hair pink."

"And if you win?"

"Then you need to go out with me. Friday night. I'm taking you anywhere I want." Shaking, and slightly screaming inside said Markus.

"Hmm, deal. I really hope you loose. I wanna see you with pink hair." Markus grinned.

"Well we'll see about that." Markus said while backing up again to go back to his skipping position.

"Calm, concentrate. You can do this. No one wants to see you with pink hair, especially not Frankie." thought Markus.

Markus closed his eyes, breathed in, and our slowly, and flicked his wrist, praying in his head.

1,2,3,4,5,6,7!

"OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD. I DID IT." Markus said extremely excited.

"Nooooooo! I wanted to dye your hair!" Frankie said, trying to sound disappointed. Yes, she wanted to dye his hair, but she really wanted him to win so he could go out with her. She's been waiting for this moment all her life.

Markus smiled devishly at Frankie. "So, I win."

"Yeah, yeah, pretty boy. Where are we going? she said crossing her arms.

"Your favorite place. The Melting Pot."

"What?! No! I can't have you pay for that! It's almost $100 for one person! Absolutely not!"

Markus gripped Frankie's shoulders. "I won, it's my choice. Now I'm bringing you there, okay?"

"Fine... if you insist. I think we should start heading back home. It's almost dark and my mom would kill me if I'm not back."

"Yeah, I think we should head back too. C'mon."

The night was long and cold... very cold. The two talked all the way home about what they would get at T.M.P (The Melting Pot), until Frankie shivered once, and then Markus went crazy.

"Oh my god are you cold? Here, take my jacket!" he said while taking off his jacket and putting around Frankie's arms.

"What? No, I don't need it. You keep it. It's fine." Frankie said taking the jacket off her arms and handing it back to Markus.

"No, take it. I don't want you to be sick for our date!" Markus said, handing her the jacket again.

"Fine... if you insist." Frankie said accepting the jacket.

"I"m glad I got the jacket. I wanna keep it, it's mine. I wanna keep it for the night, I wonder if he'll let me." Frankie thought.

"Thank you, Markus." Frankie said.

"No problamó chicka." He said with a smile.

Once they got to Frankie's house, Markus hugged her as always before they leave each other.

"Goodnight Frankie. Sleep well."

"You too, Markus."

Markus let go, and started to walk away.

"Wait! Your jacket!" Frankie said turning around.

"Oh, yeah, you can keep it for the night. Uh, night Frankie." He said, finally walking away.

Frankie smiled and walked inside her house.

"I can't wait until Friday now. It's gonna be great."

Great indeed.