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He stood up against the brick wall. His hair in a swoop on top of his head almost like an old day greasers movie. He laughed at whatever his friend Chuckie was sputtering. Being the creep I was I watched him. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his denim jacket. No one knew how to work jean jackets like he did. It's sad the way I admired him. But I did I admired him. He was and still is cool, athletic, funny, outgoing, and hot.
Samantha grabbed at my arm pulling me across the street, "Come on quit gaping."
I gripped tightly onto my Italian Gelati, "I'm not. Shut up." I followed her over to where he and Chuckie stood.
He eyed us both, "Hey Sam. Hey Frankie."
Sam said hi first. I tucked my hair behind my ear and smiled, "Hey Louis."
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The story of a girl named Frankie Carrera and the affects on her life all because of one boy.