Yellow (Frankiana Version)

Thirteen

Diana couldn't help but be relieved that she didn't have any classes when she woke up. All her other roommates did, though, so it was only her and Franki in the apartment. She realized that the smaller girl loved sunsets when she was awoken by a soft voice.

"Kiwi," Franki whispered, tapping Diana's arm softly. "Kiwi, look."

Diana groaned, wiping her eyes and checking the time. Earlier than she was used to. She yawned, sitting up and looking over at Franki. The small girl was sitting on the edge of Diana's bed and gazing through the window only a few feet away. She turned around with a wide smile on her face when she heard Diana sit up. "Look, Kiwi, look at the sky," she chimed, pointing to the window. Diana couldn't help but smile at Franki's excitement this early in the morning. She crawled next to the girl and widened her eyes when she saw just what Franki was looking at.

"It's pretty," Diana whispered. The sunrise was amazing that morning. It was bright orange, illuminating the sky and even leaving orange tinted streaks of light across the floor of Diana's bedroom. There were flecks of pink sprinkled throughout, too. If the sky was this gorgeous every morning, Diana wouldn't mind waking up so early.

Franki nodded softly. "Colorful," she added, turning to Diana with a genuine smile. Diana laughed quietly and ran a hand through her messy morning hair. Franki's comment suddenly gave her an idea and she stood up.

"I'm gonna go get something, okay? I'll be right back."

Franki turned to look at her, concerned. She held up her pinky finger and bit her lip. "Promise?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Of course," Diana smiled and locked their fingers together. She pointed out the window. "See that black car, right there?" she asked. Franki nodded. "I've gotta get something from inside it, but then I'm coming right back up here."

"Okay," Franki smiled softly. She stood up and pressed her palms against the window. "I will wave to you." Giggling, Diana nodded. "I'll wave back," she laughed. Franki watched her as Diana slipped out of the room, and the brown eyed girl was soon on her way down the stairs of their apartment building.

Normally, she wouldn't leave the apartment in her pajamas. But Franki made her do crazy things, and for some reason she didn't mind it. Once she was in the parking lot, she looked up, trying to see if she could find where their apartment window was. She noticed a flash of white and giggled, waving back to Franki from the ground.

She probably looked like an idiot in the moment, but Diana could care less. She finally got to her car and popped her trunk, gathering the easel and paints she'd borrowed from her professor. Locking her car, she jogged back into the building.

Before she could even get her key in the door, it was flung open. Diana giggled when she saw Franki smiling widely on the other side.

"I saw you! You waved!" Franki chimed. Diana nodded and slipped inside the apartment. She made her way over to the wall of windows in the back of the room and began setting up her supplies. Franki followed close behind.

"What is this?" Franki asked. She bent down and picked up a paintbrush, waving it back and forth in front of Diana's face. The brown eyed girl quickly took it from her and laughed.

"My paintbrush," she set the brush on the sill of her easel. She began opening the tubes of paint and mixing small drops together to create the colors she needed. Franki watched in awe.

"You are painting?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. Diana nodded.

"I'm painting the sky," she pointed to the window and then down to the colors in her palette. "That way I don't forget it."