It's Not Over (Zankie Fan Fiction)

After

*FRANKIE'S POV*

"Nothing's really different, for me anyways," I stated into the camera.

"I mean it's a game after all. Sure, it would've been nice to win the five hundred thousand dollars, but I'm happy with my life and the way it is," I smiled.

I looked through my Twitter timeline, searching for another question to answer. Let me just clear some things up for you, if you're a little bit confused. I'm Frankie Grande... I'm just kidding. Big Brother 16 ended a couple weeks ago and I was evicted during Derrick's HOH. Yeah, I thought he had my back, but he didn't. I was in jury and I voted for a winner, like everybody else. It would've been great to win the game, but oh well. Now I'm back in Miami for a few weeks for a Broadway show I'm doing, but back to the questions...

"Alright last question," I smiled at the camera as my finger stopped on to a fan's question.

"What's the whole situation on Zankie?" I read aloud.

I paused and swallowed for a moment, realizing what I just read. No one asked me about Zankie, since my eviction interview with Julie. I mean, I don't have an answer I can say straight away because I'm afraid that I'll say the wrong thing. Zach and I were really good friends in the house, but we are "different" sexualities.

"Zach and I haven't got in touch, since the after party, that Big Brother hosted. As you all know I'm gay..." I trailed off.

Maybe this is my chance to really tell people how I felt about Zach. I was always uncomfortable when the other houseguests, production, and Julie brought it up, but it's not really a big deal anymore, since I'm over the Zankie phase and there's a huge possibility that I'll never see Zach again.

"What I'm trying to say is that I did have feelings for Zach. I had fallen hard for him and I'll even say that I was in love with him. However, he's straight, I guess..." I shrugged.

The memories that flood my mind are of Zach and I.

From our first conversation.

To my grandfather passing away.

To his eviction night.

I don't know how long I cried for. It must have been for hours and I was constantly blaming myself for listening to the people in my ear. I never wanted to let him go out that door. I held on to him, like my life depended on it.

"Frankie, I have to go," Zach whispered into my ear as he hugged me back.

"Zach you can't. You deserve to be here more than anyone else," I cried into his shoulder.

I remember Cody had his bag in his hand, ready for Zach to take it. Zach dug his head into the crook of my neck, almost like he was about to cry too. I heard some of the other houseguests sniffling, but they aren't relevant right now because they didn't even care about him as much as I did.

"Zach, please exit the house," Production said over the speakers.

"Frankie, please... I have to go now," Zach said in a low tone as he gently tried to push me away.

I held on to him still. He didn't have his arms around me anymore. He was standing up straight with his hands by his sides. He didn't have his head in my neck as well, it was perked up. Cody gave Zach his bag and Zach started to walk out, pulling me with him.

"Frankie it's over. You have to let go," Cody said as he pulled on my arm.

"No! No!" I shrieked as I started to pull on Zach's shirt, but he was pulling the other way, towards the exit of the house.

Zach only cracked the door open and I was freaking out already. Cody was trying to pull me off of Zach, while he was trying to leave the house, and some of the houseguests were starting to shed a couple of tears and others had their hands over their mouths.

"Frankie..." Zach said as he looked at me.

It was almost like a distraction because before my eyes Zach left and the door was slowly closing behind him. Cody held me back and carried me over to the memory wall.

"No!" I cried.

He put me down as the door locked and it felt like I just witnessed my own family getting murdered. I faced the memory wall and looked at Zach's picture as it slowly turned black and white. I stroked his picture and brought my hands to my face, basically crying into them.

I had realized that I drifted off into a flashback because my camera was making a beeping noise, which you usually hear when the battery is about to die. I cleared my throat as I quickly looked at the ground and back at the camera.

"Sorry, but I'll see you in my next video," I finished and covered up the camera lens with my hand.

The beeping stopped.

Author's Note: Short chapter, but I just wanted to get a chapter out there. You can debate on whether or not to continue the story ,but I'm giving you a warning that I have a lot in store for this story ;). If you wouldn't mind, could you please spread this story around to the other Big Brother fans by sharing it on Twitter and Tumblr? It'd also mean a whole lot if you follow me :) Thanks my tacos and get ready for the Zach Attack ;)