*Alina's POV*
i put on my ripped blue mom jeans and my green sweater and caught the bus past the bus stop i used to take when i lived with my parents, past the memories of the place where i would walk to all the time just to get away from my room, those four walls that made me feel so small and irrelevant to everything and anything in this shithole of a universe. i put my headphones and played some dumb indie song i got from that one radio station that sounds weird but in a oddly peaceful way. anyways 15 more minutes of skipping past those kinda songs and i was at my stop, i got off and made the small three minute walk to the shop, i greeted everyone and frank ran up to me and gave my the biggest, warmest hug. "Alina! i actually missed you!" he followed that by saying "Okay i take that back i'm gonna throw up" and made a gagging noise. "Frankie! i missed you too, loser." and stuck my finger up at him. as we were talking about our days off, our manager, Ian sternly asked for us to "get back to work and stop being stupid" Frank and i were so used to him yelling at us, considering Frank was always being an idiot and i was always giggling at him. probably about 3-4 hours went by of me and Frank serving people and just fucking around in the shop, when the Ian said we can both leave early, the shop was more dead than usual. if thats even possible. so i got my bag and was about to give Frank a hug and a goodbye when he stopped me and said "I'll drive you to back Dahlias house, dont be stupid. its getting dark i dont want you alone at this time, you know how sketchy it is around here." i replied with "Frank's being nice to me? this is a once in a lifetime opportunity!" he nudged my shoulder and rolled his light brownish greeny eyes "thanks Frankie" i said with a smile as we got into his car, he always drove me home when we finished at the same time, frankie always looks after me. We were going down the highway and blasting brendon uries angelic voice over franks speakers when he turned frank turned the music down and said to me, with his hands on the wheel, eyes on the road, he just said "you should come stay at my house tonight, we'll get takeout and watch those shitty movies you like." i gave a warm smile to him and said "frank, why are you being so nice to me today? did something happen?" he just replied and said..
CONTINUED IN PART THREE
