BLUE (Frankiana Version)

Four

Franki furrowed her eyebrows. This didn't look right. She twirled around in front of the mirror and huffed.

"You are not pretty," she stated, pulling the navy dress over her head and tossing it aside. Her eyes landed on the pastel yellow dress hanging in the closet, but she forced herself to look away. It was bright. That wasn't normal. Diana wanted her to be normal.

After Diana had left the next morning, Franki immediately locked herself in the bedroom and began practicing. Practicing for being normal.

Calli had said the 'normal' couples went to the party. So Franki had to be normal. That's what Diana would want.

The smaller girl padded back over to the closet. She didn't want to wear a dress, she decided. That was okay. Normal people could wear skirts, too.

Franki retrieved her favorite purple skirt from the closet and slipped it on. She smiled happily at herself in the mirror, pleased with her reflection. After finding a ruffled white top to wear as well, Franki studied herself in the mirror. She looked normal.

Luckily, she had watched Diana do her hair enough times to catch on to what she needed to do. She shuffled across the hallway and found the pink spray bottle that the older girl always used. Franki turned it around in her hands, furrowing her eyebrows when she realized she wasn't sure how to use it.

A few seconds later, she was coughing and spitting out the foul tasting substance into the sink. Well, at least she found out how to use it.

After wiping her face on a towel, Franki sprayed the product in her hair a few times and set the bottle down. She studied her reflection intently while she ran her fingers through her hair a few times.

All that was left was makeup. This was the part she was unsure of. She remembered Diana using a black bag in the cabinets. Franki knelt down, retrieving the makeup bag and dumping its contents onto the counter.

The smaller girl immediately grabbed a colorful container, struggling to pop the lid off. She didn't know her own strength, though, because once she finally got the lid off, bobby pins went flying across the tile floor.

"Shhh," Franki whispered, bending down and beginning to pick all the small pieces up. When she stood up with her handfuls of bobby pins, she nearly fell back down as she came face to face with Jorge.

"What're you doing?" the taller girl asked, raising an eyebrow at Franki's outfit.

"I..." Franki shook her head, spilling the bobby pins back into the small container. "I am getting ready."

"For what?" Jorge asked. Franki motioned to her outfit and smiled.

"The party," she hummed, turning back to the sink and studying the makeup products she'd placed on the counter. "Me and Kiwi are going."

"Does Diana know this?" Jorge laughed softly, slipping past Franki and sitting on the edge of the bathtub. Franki furrowed her eyebrows and shrugged.

"She will when she gets back," Franki giggled and held up a makeup brush. Tilting her head to the side, the smaller girl grew confused.

"I do not know what I am doing," Franki confessed, turning to Jorge and holding up the brush. The other girl laughed, standing up and shaking her head.

"You don't use that first," she took the brush from Franki and placed it back down on the counter. "You don't need a lot of make up."

"But I have to be pretty," Franki raised her eyebrows pleadingly.

"You already are, doofus," Jorge laughed and grabbed a circular container of blush, opening it and turning to Franki. "Is it okay if I help you?"

Franki nodded, smiling excitedly. Jorge laughed and gently turned Franki so she was facing her. She began brushing the blush on Franki's cheeks, which caused the smaller girl to giggle.