Yellow (Frankiana Version)

Twenty-four

"So she's basically free. I mean, she's not going to jail," Calli explained to Diana as they walked back to the truck.

"She's required to start seeing a therapist and some other special doctor, but that's about it. They said from her uncle's autopsy it was obvious that the gun had misfired. She must've been trying to get it away from him and pulled the trigger by accident."

"Damn," Diana bit her lip, sliding into the back of the truck.

"Kiwi," Franki hummed happily, crawling into the back of Calli's truck and scooting right up next to Diana. The five girls had decided to go out to dinner to celebrate Franki's acquittal. Diana was on cloud nine.

Jorge slid into the back of the car next to Franki, with Isabella and Calli in the front. Calli winked at Diana in the rear view mirror, making the brown eyed girl's cheeks flush red when she realized Franki was practically sitting in her lap.

"Hi," Franki smiled widely, her face inches away from Diana's. She didn't seem to mind that there were three other people in the car watching them.

"Hi," Diana giggled, feeling the now-familiar feeling of butterflies in her stomach. Franki abruptly leaned in, kissing Diana quickly and then turning around to make sure everyone had seen them.

"My Kiwi," she announced proudly. Diana was taken aback by the kiss, and moments later Franki's lips were against hers again. This time Diana caught up, and kissed her back gently. She felt Franki smiling against her lips and couldn't help but do the same. When the kiss pulled away, Diana's face grew red as she felt everyone's eyes on her.

"Gross," Jorge mumbled under her breath, sending Diana a playful smirk through the mirror. Diana shoved her playfully, which caused Franki to giggle. Jorge moved to push Diana back, but Franki threw herself inbetween them to stop her.

"Be nice," Franki nodded once, taking Jorge's hands and moving them away. The dark skinned girl raised an eyebrow.

"So Diana can hit me but I can't hit her back?" her and Diana exchanged glances. The brown eyed girl burst into laughter.

"Yes. Be nice," Franki let go of Jorge's hands and scooted into Diana's side. Jorge rolled her eyes playfully.

Once they made it to the pizza place, Franki tugged Diana out of the car and practically dragged her inside the restaurant. They were taken to a large booth in the back, where Franki insisted that she sit next to Diana. As if the girls would allow them to sit apart from each other.

"What're we getting?" Isa asked, turning the menu over to continue reading it. Franki furrowed her eyebrows and reached across the table, taking Isabella's menu away from her and placing it on top of her own.

"Pizza," she nodded once, pointing to the picture on the menu and smiling proudly. The other four girls exchanged glances and shrugged, figuring pizza would be all they needed. The waitress came and took their order, paying extra attention to Diana the entire time.

Now Franki may be pretty special, but she wasn't stupid. She saw the waitress wink at Diana and immediately scooted closer to the girl. By the time the waitress collected their menus and left the table, Franki was practically in Diana's lap.

"What are you doing?" Diana giggled, wrapping an arm around Franki. The smaller girl glared at the waitress across the restaurant and Diana followed her line of vision, realizing what she was alluding to.

"Her?" Diana asked, raising an eyebrow. Franki looked at her, concern evident in her features. This only made Diana laugh and shake her head.

"Why would I want her when I've got you?"