It had been too long since Mini and Franky had any sort of conversation. It was hurting. Like the real type of hurt. Heartbroken, lost, and alone. Franky hadn’t felt this depressed in a long while. Probably since she was adopted and had to leave Dean behind. Her sense of self doubt made her believe this was her fault, until she smoked or drank enough to make her angry and realize it was Mini’s fault. Or, on a lucky day she realized it was no ones fault. There were reasons why Mini did what she did for her dad. Just like how Franky went to the end of the fucking earth for her mum; whom she hadn’t seen in more than a month lately.
So here she was, on her third spliff and possibly second fifth to herself? Franky couldn’t stop thinking. She couldn’t stop herself from thinking, clearly the spliff and alcohol were making it worse. Very worse. Her lips were dry and she constantly kept thinking about who she had kissed in the past month without Mini being involved. Nicola left a bad taste on her tongue and Sienna felt too innocent to get involved with. Franky didn’t necessarily feel anything for the two. Besides used. She liked the feeling of being used some days; it felt like it gave her some purpose. Though, her therapist obviously advised against it since it put her self esteem way below what it should’ve been. She hadn’t heard from anyone. Not Nick, not Alo, not Rich, not even Liv. Franky was so desperate to get in contact with them, but didn’t know how or why she should? It was starting to feel like last year all over again. No mates. All alone. Drunk or high. She felt like punching something or someone. The only bad influence was herself.
In that time mustering in the attic, Franky drunkenly escaped out the second floor window, deserving a hard scrape on her forearm from the gutter since it was slippery. She cursed, wiped the blood from her arm and glanced around in the best way she could. Her head felt like cotton was shoved into her brain and her eyes weren’t working clearly. Stumble here, stumble there. She knew where she was going. And after stopping to dry heave near the top of the hill she stumbled her way upward to the only house she could really call home.
If Mini wasn’t home, that was Franky’s loss. She could’ve been at her dads. She probably was at her dads. Franky couldn’t go that far out of the way. No money for the bus. No strength to walk the night alone in this state. She knocked on the door and rung the doorbell, just to see Shelly eying Franky like she had just gotten sideswiped by a train. “M…Miss M-Mcguinenss, is hum,” before she could finish she shook her head and spoke in her heavy scottish slur. “Sorry dear, she’s at her dads.” Franky felt the tears welling in her eyes, uncontrollably. Too much emotion flooded quickly. “I-I really need to speak to her,” her voice wobbled and Mini’s mum decided there was more to a drunk mate outside the doorstep. Franky looked… rough. Not just around the edges. She looked like hell on the street. “Eric! I’ll be back.” She grabbed her keys and Franky sniffed through the cold air.
Shelly offered to drive her to Gregory’s house, though she wouldn’t go in. She didn’t ask questions. She didn’t wonder why she needed to speak to Mini; the desperation in her voice was enough. Franky drifted off during the car ride, until Shelly nudged her shoulder. “Greg’s not home. No car, but Mini’s light is on.” She pointed to the upper room and patted Franky’s shoulder. “I can wait if you like?” Franky shook her head and sniffed while wiping her nose. “No, thanks f-for the ride.” She stuttered and found her way toward Mini’s new abode, knocking tiredly and continuously until her knuckles turned red.
Her dad was out, yet again. Mini didn’t quite recall where he had gone this time, but she did know that besides her the house was empty. Recently, Mini’s time had been spent with her dad or at the gym, as she tried to reach perfection and take her mind off over things. Like Franky. But the gym was closed today, and Gregory was out, and no matter how had she tried to take her mind off her (possibly ex) best friend, Franky kept creeping into her thoughts.
Truthfully, Mini missed her. Franky was the only one Mini still had in her life. Grace was dead, and had been for a long time. She hadn’t heard from Liv and Alo in months, and Mini doubted they’d want to speak to her anyway. Nick just wasn’t around, and neither was Rich. And as for Matty - well, Mini had never really cared much for him anyway.
But she’d had Franky. Franky who cared for her, Franky who had been there, Franky who loved her. And vice versa. But Mini wasn’t sure where they stood anymore, not after their fight at the party. The fight that hadn’t been the first for the pair recently - a fact that made Mini feel even worse. After Franky had left the party, the blonde had tried to bluff her way through the night, but it had gotten harder as the night wore on. By the time Mini got back to her dad’s house, she felt as if she was going to break.
The next day, in an attempt to block Franky out of her thoughts and to make it up to her dad for her her faltering smiles and the extra alcohol she had consumed at the party, Mini ate nothing more than a slice of dried banana and spent several hours at the gym. She’d felt awful afterwards, and Franky’s words had kept ringing in her head, but Mini just knew it would all be worth it soon. Then she could have Franky and Gregory, right?
Her train of thought broke off as she heard a knock at the door, and Mini sat there for several moments, listening to the repeated knocking. As she established that whoever was there didn’t want to leave, Mini groaned and got to her feet. When she reached the door she opened it, not even bothering to check who was on the other side. She wished she’d had though. Franky.
Franky’s hand slid off the door once it opened. Dumbfounded and glossy-eyed, she stared at Mini on the outside of the doorway. It felt odd. She looked different and even carried herself in a different way. Mini could say the same; Franky was here drunk and high off the rest of her stash. “I-I uh,” she couldn’t find the words. Immediately she grew nervous. Mini never made her nervous, not once. Her stomach dropped and she wobbled in her shoes. It felt like a cheesy declaration of love on a door step, only she wasn’t there to say she loved her. Why was she there? Franky froze, lost in staring at someone she missed so dearly. Her head tilted to the side almost defeated by the girl standing across from her.
She must’ve reeked of alcohol and spliff, Mini’s face didn’t give any hint as to what her emotions were. Hopefully a good set. “I-I missed you.” Franky muttered out in a slur. “I wanted to s-see you,” she struggled to keep her tongue from catching between her teeth. Franky’s entire roof of her mouth was numb and her hands, which were turning blue from standing outside with barely any jacket and the easing recovery her body so desperately wanted. “I really, really, missed you.” Franky’s eyes turned watery. She realized so much in that moment. Too much to clarify at this point in time, but she knew she missed her best mate. That was that. The bottom line was flat out for her to know and Franky clearly wasn’t going to hold back this entire night. Given she would let her in. “Mini, I missed you.” She repeated again, slurring more this time than the last.
I really, really missed you. Mini swallowed, watching the other girl with wary eyes. Franky was drunk and Franky was high, that was obvious. But her words were sincere, and Mini knew it. Mini missed her too, and wished they could dance and drink and have sleepovers and laugh and talk. She wished they could do what they were supposed to do as best friends. But what happened at the party was still fresh in Mini’s mind. Mini, I missed you. There they were, those words again. Mini wanted to pull Franky into her arms and hug her tight, but she coudn’t. Not right now.
The blonde leaned against the door frame, and raised an eyebrow. Franky stood there, still waiting for an answer. Mini knew exactly what she was going to do - it’s what she always did when she was hurt and upset and confused. She’d make sure venom laced her words, make sure she was far from being the super sweetest girlie. “So you suddenly care" Mini snapped, even though saying the words hurt. Franky had always cared. But Mini couldn’t deal with this right now. She could soon, and she would soon. But not now. She sighed, looking at her drunk and high friend. The friend who she missed so much. The friend who seemed so different, even when she was sober and didn’t smell like she had used the rest of her stash. But the friend who sitll loved her, making the next words all the more harder to say. "Go home, Franks.”
Franky wobbled in her shoes when Mini finally spoke. She didn’t intend for her to be angry. She had it all planned in her drunken mind. They’d make up and be mates again, right? She shivered in the cold air and looked behind her for a second. Was she serious? Was she really serious? Franky had always cared, even when they weren’t mates. She wanted to shake her, drive her mentally insane with the right words to say. “Go home, Franks.” Franky felt her heart sink. She felt sick. After al that time? Mini had no idea how much she fucking cared and it damn well hurt. Every time. She put her in this position, but she hadn’t been this desperate before. “No,” she blurted out. Franky surprised herself with the tone of her voice. She gripped the door frame so she wouldn’t fall over.
"I-I have things to say, and you’re.. you’re going to listen to me. You never listen to me!" Franky’s voice cracked and she lost her grip on the frame. "I fucking care about you, Mini. I care about you sooo much, more than myself. You’re just saying.. go home, Franky. Go home. Piss off. No, I’m not pissing off. Don’t act like you don’t know!" She pointed her finger at her and watched her hand slither through the air unevenly. "You.. you wont give me a chance, b-but I gave you millions. Never… you never let me prove that I care. Just, fucking assume I never do. So, you know what. Fuck you, Mini. Fuck you right back, because I bloody care and you clearly don’t."
Mini wanted to act indifferent, but Franky’s words hurt more than she was expecting. Fuck you right back, because I bloody care and you clearly don’t. Mini knew Franky had always cared, and she knew her previous statement had been a lie. But hearing the same thing thrown right back at her made the taller girl stiffen. Of course she cared about Franky, and she’d had for a long time. She cared for Franky, she wanted to protect Franky, she loved Franky - there had even been a time in her life where Mini had thought she was in love with Franky.
There were a million things she wanted to say, but very few she actually could say. Mini threw her hair over her shoulder “So prove it" she snarled "Show me how much you care.” Mini had no idea what Franky could do, even if she accepted the challenge. She knew she was being cruel, but she was upset and angry and so tired of everything.She folded her arms across her chest and raised an eyebrow, as if prompting Franky on to do…what exactly, Mini wasn’t sure.
"So prove it," Franky’s heart sank and she struggled to breathe quietly. She was so fucking infuriated with her. So fucking angry. "Show me how much you care." Why did she have to prove anything? Wasn’t it obvious? She showed up time and time again to tell Mini she missed her, to tell her she didn’t want to fight, and to tell her she couldn’t be alone and go on without her. She breathed harder and harder, her hands turning into fists. She could’ve socked her in the face, but she’d never hurt her. How could she prove it? In this state, she only had one thing on her mind. Franky stared at her lips, watching freckles dance around her skin up her nose to her eyes. She didn’t say anything for an uncomfortable amount of seconds. The second Mini went to open her mouth, Franky moved forward. She grabbed Mini’s waist and pushed her inside far enough to hit a wall though the dark flat they were in.
She pinned her against the wall and breathed harder, only their eyes in the distance. Franky thought about her and Liv. Franky thought about how they were physically fucked up. She could feel her hips with her fingers just on the outside of her clothes. Prove it? Fine. Franky’s expression didn’t change; she was angry and that showed as soon as she put her lips onto Mini’s. Franky lunged up on her toes and let herself sink into the freckled blonde’s pink lips. For a second, she actually enjoyed it. Okay, she really enjoyed it. Franky’s anger melted and she pulled away, feeling her hands shake. Not just because she was fucked from the spliff, booze, and whatever she wanted to take earlier that day. She stayed close, swallowing loudly to where her throat clicked.
Mini found herself shoved against a wall in her dad’s dark apartment, and she opened her mouth to protest with a Franky, what the fuck? But she had only managed to get out “Franky, wh-“ before Franky pressed their lips together. A mumbled squeak came out of Mini’s lips in surprise, but the girl sound found herself kissing back. She thought of Twelfth Night, of the night in the shed - the two previous kisses they had shared before. But there had been many more times Mini had thought about it. This had never been one of the blonde’s ideal moments for it, but she still found herself kissing Franky back.
All too suddenly, the smaller girl pulled away, and Mini found herself staring into Franky’s eyes, in the middle of her dad’s apartment. It was dark where they stood, and cramped, but all Mini could think about, all Mini could see was Franky. “Franks" Mini said slowly, thinking that yes, Franky did care about her as much as she claimed. And she was just a good a kisser as Mini remembered. Mini looked at her best friend through the darkness, before closing her eyes. Mini thought about all the times she had been fucked over, but Franky had been there. Franky cared for her and Franky loved her. And with that in her mind, Mini leaned forward and kissed Franky again, heart racing.
Her breathing shook when she said her name. She said it in a tone that meant so much more than she needed for that moment. Franky swallowed again. Her eyes were heavy, really heavy; not just because of her physical situation but because she actually felt Mini kiss back. She kissed back? She realized something unique, but didn’t get the chance to express it when their lips touched again. She breathed into the softer kiss, this was intentional. Mini began this. She intended for it to happen and Franky finally felt at ease. Her hands left Mini’s hips and traveled up to her neck. It was difficult. She was tall, but that wasn’t the problem. Franky felt out of control. Like she was thrown into a black hole and left to figure out what all this meant or what they were supposed to do. Mini had always been so reserved with herself, with sex, with anything really. But here they were, kissing in the dark hallway with nothing but a mutter of Franky’s name to get it started.
Prove it. This proved it right? She cared. She really cared. Enough to run her hands through her blonde hair and keep her eyes closed. Franky’s mind wouldn’t stop. Her lips were soft. Her skin was soft. Her hair smelled like lilac and velvet. Franky’s body felt.. comfortable? She hadn’t felt that way in.. ever. Not kissing anyone in her past. Franky’s hands mindlessly cupped her jaw. Were they still kissing? They were? Fuck, fuck. Franky pulled back quickly, not realizing if this was her fault or something that was supposed to happen. She was the one that was drunk and high right? Right. Her eyes glossed and they looked at each other again. Say something. Say something. Fuck. “Jesus..” she whispered close to Mini’s cheek. Another hard swallow. “I-Is.. do you..?” Franky didn’t know what to ask. She wanted Mini to say something beside her name this time. “I’m.. I’m fucked,” she muttered again. Franky had to let Mini know that, she obviously knew she was drunk to some extent.
Mini felt Franky kiss back, felt the smaller girl’s arms wrap around her neck. They kissed for what seem liked an eternity, and Mini placed her own hand’s on Franky’s waist. Franky smelled like spliff and booze, but she felt warm and comfortable. Mini had wanted this, once upon a time. Whatever feelings she had felt for Franky had…dissolved shortly prior to her relationship with Alo. Or at least, Mini believed those feelings had gone, but kissing Franky made all those feelings come back.
All too suddenly, the smaller girl pulled away. Mini resisted the urge to pull Franky back to her, and instead looked down in the darkness. She could still feel Franky close to her, breathing in her ear. I-Is.. do you..? Did Mini what? Regret the kiss? No. Did she want to do it again? Yes. Did she care about Franky? Yes. Did she love Franky? Maybe. She wasn’t sure what she felt right now, but she knew that kissing Franky seemed a lot more normal than anything else is Mini’s life recently. I’m fucked. Mini inhaled sharpy. Of course, Franky was drunk and she was high, and maybe her actions meant nothing to her. Maybe Mini was just reading into things. “Babes, I-" she looked for Franky in the darkness, before shaking her head "Soz.” It was a pathetic answer, and Mini knew it, but everything had just changed so suddenly, and Mini wasn’t quite sure of where she stood right now. With Franky, with herself, with anything.
Franky’s head cocked to the side. She was still really close, they were whispering.. why were they whispering? Franky licked her bottom lip. Mini wasn’t moving… wasn’t she supposed to shove her away or? Instead, Franky let her hands stumble forward onto Mini’s hem of her shirt. Soft, very soft. Her fingers skimmed the exposed skin right above her trousers. She took a plunge, skimming her hands across Mini’s stomach around to her back. She could feel her bones. She could feel her heartbeat as well. Franky was clueless and curious. She had seen Mini undress millions of times before; that didn’t stop her from staring but she never got to touch. “Fuck…” she whispered to herself. “M.. I..” she couldn’t say her name through the confusion. It felt like her high hit her a thousand times harder now since she was physically aware of the situation. “I’m… I’m gonna…”
Franky inched forward up on her toes again until they kissed once more. Her neck felt on fire and her stomach leaned into hers off balanced. She kissed more, no hesitation, just to prove to herself that this was something she really needed. Or maybe Mini needed this? She’d do anything for her.. anything. “I-I’m sorry,” she whispered against her lips. Franky slowly pulled away, just a centimeter. Her eyes focused through the dark but she couldn’t see much anyway. “Do you..” she breathed in to focus but Mini’s skin was mesmerizing to the touch. “W-Want this..?” Franky managed to spill out. She knew she was the one that was fucked, but Mini could always get to that level. Maybe it would ruin the moment. Did the two just have a moment? “Oh my god..” Franky whispered at the sudden realization, her hands touched her ribs, stopping below her bra, then back down again to the hem of her shirt. All she wanted was another taste of her lips. Franky couldn’t sit so lose without moving toward her again. It wasn’t about sex. It wasn’t about the sensation she didn’t know how to perform, it was about being comfortable and showing she cared. “I really.. I like… I like this.” Franky whispered and felt the chills rise on her arms and Mini’s skin.
Silence hung in the air for several moments, but all Mini could focus on was how close their bodies were. It was dark, but she could still feel Franky, feel the outline of her body and everything it contained. And then Franky’s hands were on her. Just under the hem of her shirt, and then across her back. Franky’s soft was toucher than she was used to, her hands not as rough as Nick or Alo’s had been. But it was a good change, and Mini felt the urge to run her fingers over Franky’s skin in return. But it had been a while, and Mini didn’t want to fuck this up. Not with Franky.
And then Franky kissed her once more, and Mini could focus on nothing else, not even the small hands on her back. She kissed Franky back, hungry for the taste of the smaller girl’s lips, the feel of them on her own. Franky pulled back all too soon, and Mini found herself pouting in the dark, even though she knew Franky wouldn’t see it. Did she want this? Oh god yes. She wanted it more than anything else. She wanted Franky’s lips on her own, she wanted Franky’s hands on her skin, going higher and higher. They dropped all too suddenly, back down to the hem of her shirt. But she could still hear Franky in the dark, and Mini found herself smiling. Franky wanted it too, and that was all Mini needed. She leaned forward again and kissed Franky, harder this time, before pulling back with a smirk in the darkness. “Does that answer your question, babes?”
Franky is not in love with me. I dunno if we’re even mates anymore.
ooc; thank you anon!! if i can find the link, i’d be more than happy to link you to where i got it from.
I am not hard on her. She just doesn’t understand.
The gap that put Grace between all her friends made most interaction hard anymore. For a start, nearly all of them thought of her as dead, save Franky. It was hard enough having to be the dead girl walking, it was harder to know that it took a toll on her friends. Her tragic end had torn apart everyone by the seams, and it wasn’t even a real event. That was what made it tragic.
It was harder to know that her closest friends probably wouldn’t believe that she was there, or that she missed out so much with everyone, or that she didn’t remember bits and pieces of memories she would’ve loved to keep. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream and she wanted to run away almost because it was her fault that the group was such a mess. That her boyfriend become a hollow projection of his old self, that Liv hadn’t retained a good bit of her spunk, that Franky was now a total mess and that Mini, she didn’t even know what had happened with Mini and it killed her.
So she dragged herself out of bed the next morning, told herself strictly in the mirror to stop moping because that’s what everyone else was doing and she was going to be strong for them, and to get her lazy bum up to go see someone. She assumed Mini was in town, so she went to see her, didn’t know if she was in, but went anyway. She could’ve picked Liv or Rich instead but Mini was the one that offered to be her friend when she came in from that prissy fucking girl’s school. It held some sort of endearing notion to it, and that’s how she made her choice. It was still hard to remember a lot of things with Mini, she remembers they fell out once, but not how. Selfishly, she was probably doing this to see if she could get back pieces of her memory too.
So she rapped on the door, looking over her shoulder to see if she could look past into the kitchen, where the curtains were drawn so that idea scratched quickly and waited there in her ballet flats, tight and dress looking as if she never left this town, while also really hoping her best friend would answer the door.
Mini had returned to home to pick up a few more things before going back to her dad’s place. Shelley and Eric were both out, much to Mini’s relief. She didn’t want to have to deal with her mother right now - or deal with anyone or anything, actually. Mini had quickly made her way to her room, grabbed a range of clothes and articles of makeup and shoved them all in a bag. She had just been making her way back down the stairs, bag in her hand, when she had heard a knock at the door.
Mini sighed, running a hand through her blonde locks. She’d just have to deal with whoever it was quickly. Her dad had promised to take her out to dinner tonight, and Mini was still hoping to sneak in a gym visit before she started working on her appearance for tonight. Mini made her way to the front door, and opened it, praying it was someone she could shake off quickly.
Instead, Mini found herself taking a sharp intake of breath at who she saw. Instantly, a million thoughts ran through her head, the most important one being that she can’t be here, she’s dead. Mini had spent a long time trying to get over the very girl who was standing on her doorstep, the girl who had once been one of her best friends, the girl that had died. Mini recalled the text messages she and Franky had sent a few weeks back. But she had simply figured Franky was…imagining things.
Mini shook her head furiously. Franky had to have been, because Grace was dead, and they all knew it. And this was just..some twisted, awful joke. Someone she had been awful to in the past had come to seek revenge in the most horrible way. That had to be it. “I don’t know what the fuck this is, but this is sick and-" Mini narrowed her eyes, trying to instill fear even though she knew her voice was breaking. "Just fuck off. Now.”
mini mcguinness meme - 10 lines/quotes
Obvs. So what?
Olivia’s the one who’s into the drugs. So. Yeah. I’ll think about it though.
Mini walked down the streets of Bristol, heels clacking against the pavement as she went over the events from the previous night, not for the first time. From the moments before Franky arrived, when Mini found it easier to fake her smile, to the moments spent with Franky, when Mini tried to get a tight hold on having ecerything, from the moments after Franky left, when Mini had played the perfect daughter and party host, even if she felt like anything but inside.
She had woken up this morning with lunch plans with her dad, but he had bailed, saying he had something work-related to do. Mini’s heart had clenched at first, but she tried to look on the bright side of the situation - at least now she had an excuse to skip lunch. Stopping, Mini turned to look at herself in a shop window, resting her hand on her stomach. She was getting closer to perfection, getting closer to being the good girl Jemima always talked about. Jemima had smiled at Mini’s weigh in the other day, but the blonde knew she still had work to do. Dropping her eyes to the pavement - she couldn’t look anymore - Mini began to continue her walk, only to ram into someone straight away. She snapped her head up angrily “What the fuck?”