For my wifey WarriorzLove
Unfinished
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"Window staring, huh?"
A soft voice startled Rodrick Heffley, in more ways then one in all honesty. Looking at his wrist for a second, he almost gasped at what time it read on his watch. Midnight. It was midnight. He had come to the window at nine...Holy shit.
Frank seemed to sense his unease, and hesitantly walked over. Flinching away from the window as if it was something he feared, he moved away completely and turned to stare at his ex. No, his friend and co-worker now. Mulder...Fox Mulder was his ex. Suddenly he felt more chestfallen. His shoulders slumped automatically as he looked at his friend through wild strains of hair with sad, stupid eyes. For the past two weeks the Heffley has felt nothing.
"Yeah. I don't know. I guess...I spaced out."
Frank's lips twitched into a small smile, something which made him feel better yet scared him the same. "Spaced out? Whatcha thinking about?"
No response.
"That huh? I listened to your voicemails.. So I uh, heard it." Frank laughed softly, but Rodrick couldn't find anything funny about it.
He actually didn't find anything funny anymore.
