Losing

9

FRANKIE'S POV:

Well that did not go as expected. I really have to stop answering the door without my makeup or clothes on.

I sit down on the couch, my head buried in my hands, to think. Something that Drew said keeps playing through my mind.

"...he has back-to-back meetings today before he goes out to drink with his work friends..."

"...drink with his work friends..."

I do not want to be home when he gets back. Maybe I could spend the night at a friend's house?

Zig immediately pops into my mind. He hasn't texted me back yet. I decide to try one more time. 

F: Zig, please answer. I need my best friend right now

I have great friends, but Zig is the only one who doesn't judge me for being rich. He just understands me, without me feeling the need to explain, or defend, myself.

I can't be here tonight. A couple hours go by, with no answer from Zig, and I decide to drive over there myself. I need him to hear me.

After pulling up to his house, I walk slowly up the stairs to his front porch.

I can't help but play through what happened the last time I was here. I still can't help but feel guilty.

I hesitate to knock, but do it anyway. After a few long, quiet seconds, I see Zig's face at the door. His face falls. 

Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for.

"Can we talk?" I break the silence.

"What is it?" He asks, impatiently.

"I miss you, Zig, " I get straight to the point. "I thought maybe we could hang out tonight."

"No thanks, Frankie," he replies bluntly.

"Zig please-" I start to beg, but he cuts me off.

"Frankie, I don't want to hear it. I need some time and space. You're the one that rejected me."

"Zig, I'm so sorry. I just can't be in a relationship right now. I really just need my best friend back."

"I don't want to hear it. Just give me some time. You should go." 

There is no persuading him. 

"Okay," is all I can say, before slowly walking back to my car. What am I going to do??

The whole drive back, I try and think of any alternative to staying at home alone with my drunk dad.

Call Miles? I already decided against that.

Zig? Not a chance.

Another friend? They're all busy this weekend.

Hotel? No money that's not my dad's.

Well.. that sucks.

I do have my car, I guess. This is going to be one long night.

I get home, just before my dad will.

I grab a bag of chips, my phone, charger, a pillow, and a blanket. Time to camp out.

I park in the front, because he always drives around back to come in. I lay down the back seat, and make my little bed. I just want to fall asleep as soon as possible. 

Despite how cold it's getting, I drift off to sleep.

DREW'S POV:

M: Could you drop by my house later and grab notes for the presentation tomorrow?