A world apart

Part 13

"Dad, can I go out for some air?" Franco asked his father calmly.

"Oh yes." His father replied.

Franco turned his back and slowly walked his way out.

"Wait. Son!" His father called him. Franco faced his father.

"Yes?"

"You can check her out if you want to." Franco was confused.

"What do you mean, dad?"

"You can visit this girl." His father replied holding up the sketch that Tiffany draws.

"Where did you get that?" Franco was surprised.

"I found this under your bed. Sorry for disturbing your privacy."

Franco smiled at his father. His feelings lightened. He immediately ran out to Tiffany's house. The night was deep. This used to be the time where Tiffany and he used to talk.

He peeked at her window. She wasn't in her bed and wasn't on the roof. She's nowhere to find. The room was dark. There were no signs of her. He went in and looked for any signs of her existence. Not until the door creaked open and she's there.

Her eyes widened as Franco's shadow pass by. She didn't know that it was Franco, causing her to freak out like as if there's a robber. She started to scream.

Franco covered his ears. Tiffany was really shouting loud and sharp. He ran to her and covered her mouth. She started to flipper and pull Franco's hand covered in her mouth.

"It's me." Franco whispered to her.

Tiffany calmed down. She heard Franco's voice.

"I'm going to let you go. Don't shout." Franco whispered and Tiffany nodded.

Then he released her. Tiffany immediately turns to him and hugged him tight. Franco returned her hug tight. Wrapping his arms around her waist.

"I thought I'd never see you again." Tiffany whispered as she pulls herself.

Franco's eyes twinkle under the moonlight. "I'm so sorry. I just...... there's just......." He doesn’t know what to say. "I just...."

"What?"

"Never mind. Don't think about it." Then he hugged her tight again.

"Are we good, Franc?"

Franco pulled away. "Yes, we are."

Suddenly, they heard loud footsteps outside Tiffany's door. Aunt Marie is coming to Tiffany's room. Tiffany pushed Franco away, finding some place to hide him. So Franco hid inside Tiffany's closet.

Aunt Marie knocked the door wildly, freaking out. Tiffany prompts herself and fake awake from sleep. She then opened the door.

Her Aunt Marie immediately went inside, turning the lights on. Checking the place.

"Did you shout?" Her Aunt Marie asked holding both of her shoulders, examining if anything happened to her.

"I didn't. Why?" Tiffany answered sleepily.

"Did you hear someone shout?"

"No. I didn't. Can we go back to sleep, Aunt? The night's too deep for freaking out. I'm good."

"I'm so sorry darling for disturbing yourself. You sure you're okay?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Goodnight. Sweet Dreams and Take Care." Her Aunt Marie said as she makes her way to Tiff's door and smiled at Tiffany before closing it. Tiffany then waited for the footsteps to be gone. Until it was silent.

Tiffany ran to her closet and immediately opened it. She smiled at him. "She's gone."

Franco nodded and smiled back. He walked out of her closet.

"I should leave." Franco said. He stood by the window ready to leap but before he could leap Tiffany held his wrist.

"Too soon, to leave." Tiffany whispered looking down.

Franco stared at Tiffany's hand that’s holding his wrist. Her grip was strong. She doesn't want Franco to leave immediately.

"Okay. I'll stay a little longer." Franco said as he removes Tiffany's hand from his wrist and locked his hand into it. Then they slowly walked to her bed. Franco let go of Tiffany's hand as he led her to bed.

"I'm not going to sleep." Tiffany whispered.

"Okay. Then where do you wanna stay?" Franco asked smiling. Even though Tiffany wasn't the jolly one now. Tiffany pointed a finger to the ceiling then smiled at him.

"The roof." Tiffany said as she grins.

"Okay. The roof. How can you go up with that night dress?"

"I'm not that dumb Franc. I'm wearing shorts under. Duh." Tiffany said making her way first to the window and slowly climbs up and balanced herself. She folded her dress up to her hips showing her shorts under. Franco stares at her as she swiftly moves.

"Are you just going to stare at me? I'm having a hard time here. Pervert." Tiffany then let her tongue out.

Franco immediately stood up and helped her effortlessly. "I though it's not difficult for you."

"I didn't say it's not difficult. I just told you I have shorts."

Franco laughed.

By the time they reached the roof. Tiffany sat at the exact place where she always does.

"So, what do you want for us to talk about?" Franco simply asked gazing up.

"Uhhhmmm... I wanna know why you hadn't show up for weeks or maybe that was a month."

"Oh. About that. I had something to fix."

"School?" Tiffany asked raising one of her eyebrows.

"School. Yes. That." He didn't know what school was and yet he replied 'yes'.

"Owh. You going to college?"

College? What's that? Is that some sort of occasion or what?

"Yah. I think. We're actually moving out." Franco lied in a way that he'll understand it.

"Where?"

"Somewhere.... I don't know. My dad didn't told me where."

"Does that mean that you're not going to be able to visit me?"

"Uhmm. I'll try my best."

"Okay. I wouldn't mind."

Franco locked his hand into Tiffany's and held it tight. Tiffany looked at her hand intertwined with Franco's.

"What?" Franco asked.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's cold here. Your hand is freezing. My heat can help or else this will get numb."

"Oh yeah." Tiffany placed her other hand over her hand with Franco's then tightened her grip and smiled as Franco held it close to him.