"Nice to see you," I said and gave a fan a hug.
I've been at the meet and greet for a couple of hours and met, what seemed to be the whole United States, but I'm only over exaggerating. No one really struck out today, expect for some dad in a panda bear costume with a pig on a leash.
Let me just ask you this question.
Have you seen anything stranger?
"Frankie, a couple more people then you got to go," a man in a suit said and I nodded.
I was almost done anyways. Only about fifteen more people and I get to go to my apartment! Why am I so excited for this to end you ask? Well, I've been here since ten in the morning and now it's five.
Do the math.
Seven hours.
Another twenty minutes go by and I'm done. I released a breath and shook hands with the man in the suit as I planted a fake smile on my face.
"Glad that we could have you. Would you like to come back?" He asked.
"I mean why not? I see no harm," I replied.
He smiled and nodded as he released his hand from mine. He turned on his heel and walked in the other direction as I gave a small wave, but to my assumption he didn't see it.
As I turned around I had bumped in to a figure that wasn't there before. I fell to the ground and let out a annoyed grunt, but the figure seemed more upset.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" He yelled.
"Why don't you!" I replied.
I was ready to punch him, until he let out a laugh. One that I use to love hearing. I peered up at the figure and recognized him...
Zach.
"Wow. Way to get piss me off," I said in an annoying voice.
"Oh come on Frankie. Don't you miss the shit we use to do. I use to do that and it was funny as hell," Zach laughed.
"Yeah, but that's when I was trapped in a house, now I can run free!" I said and ran out the door.
I ran down the block and looked back at the building, breathing heavily. I stood up straight and grinned as I waited for the door, that I ran out of, to open up and Zach to walk through.
But he didn't.
"Now I hope you know that I know this place like it's the back of my hand. I mean, you are in my home town or home county if you'd like to call it," Zach grinned.
He leaned against a brick wall and looked at me with challenging eyes. I was scared because I don't know how he got there and I really don't want to ask, but...aw let me just give this boy a hug.
"It's good to see you, Frankie," he held out his arms and smiled.
"You too," I replied and hugged him, rubbing his back.
"It's been weeks! I missed my other part of Zankie," he laughed as we started walking down the street.
"Well, I've been busy, making other ships and being with other people that deserve me," I smiled.
"What? I deserve you!" He joked.
"No you don't. Since the show is over, so is Zankie," I sassed.
"That hits me hard," he winked.
I blushed, but soon laughed with him because this was how we acted around each other. We just laughed and joked around, nothing really more, unless he was giving me suttle hints. We were a bromance, some fans even shipped us as a showmance. We weren't too bothered with people thinking we were a showmance. We just embraced it and people loved it.
"Nothing really changed about you, Zach," I said.
"Am I suppose to take that as a compliment?" He asked, putting his hands into his pockets.
"You can take it as an insult, if you want to," I joked.
"Well what is it that you are implying about me?" He asked.
"You're still the same person that I met in the house. Still the jokester that I remember," I pushed him playfully and he giggled.
"Not sure if I could say the same for you," he giggled and looked at me.
He shook his head, still having a huge grin on it, but only looking at the ground. What was he doing?
"What is it?" I asked.
Nothing.
"What?" I said again.
Still nothing.
"Zach. Don't let me get on my knees and beg," I said sternly.
He raised his eyebrows and looked at me.
"Actually I'd like that," I joked.
"You became a mini celebrity. I mean, I guess you were one, since your sister is Ariana Grande," he commented.
"Why are you here?" I asked him.
"Don't like my company? I see how it is,'' he said.
We both laughed.
"I just thought that I'd stop by and see my old friend again," he smiled.
"I'm glad you did," I smiled back.
I pulled him in for another hug and if Jocasta was here right now, I'd ask her to thank God for me.
Not funny?
Okay, then I won't make a joke like that again.
"I actually had another reason to come," he stated.
"What? So you can embarass me? Well, you're out of luck because no one is here anymore. The meet and greet is over!" I yelled and laughed.
"Woah! I just wanted to ask if you'd like to hang out tonight. Go to a bar, club, you know. Catch up a little more," he said.
"Yeah! I mean, sure. I can probably make it tonight," I smiled.
"Good. There's a bar by the beach a couple minutes away. I'll meet you there in an hour or two. I've got to do something," he commented.
I gave him a nod and watched him walk away from. He stopped and turned to face, but he did it slowly, like he was thinking, while he was doing his actions.
"Glad that we get to see each other again and make something," he smiled and walked away, out of my sight.
Now, what in the hell did he mean by that?!
Author's Note: A cheesy chapter, but it makes sense. Now get ready! Becuse shizz is going to go down! Big Brother has taken over my summer and school's coming up, so ugh! I HATE IT! Can there be a law not to have school? Anyways, I've been watching the live feeds rather than writing, but oh well. The feeds give me ideas for the story ;). I'm glad so many people like the story and are begging for more! Like what?! I didn't expect people to want more! It surprises me! Thanks for the support on this! THANKS SO MUCH FOR GETTING THIS STORY TO 1,000 READS! LIKE WHAT?! It means a lot to me! Tell me how you like the first three chapters, obviously I'll be improving as the story goes on, especially with the next chapter....Hopefully. Thanks once again, my tacos! XOXOXOXO
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It's Not Over (Zankie Fan Fiction)
Teen FictionZach Rance. Frankie Grande. Two completely different people. Two contestants on Big Brother. But what will happen to them outside of the house?