Forgive My Lying Eyes @Franky

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Standing in front of the door of Franky’s home - the same place that she had spent many days and nights, Mini wasn’t sure she had ever felt so afraid. Mini knew that Franky had every reason to be upset with her, and that was what scared her so much. Mini wasn’t sure what she would do if she lost Franky, especially with her and Liv on the outs and Grace dead, twisted text messages aside. Franky was her best friend, and had been the one constant in Mini’s life - until Mini had to go mess it up by going to Australia with her dad, after that night.

But Franky couldn’t hate her, no matter how upset she was. Or at least, this is what Mini told herself, as it was the only thing that had gotten her here. She and Franky would talk, Mini would buy them froyo, and they’d make up. Or at least start taking steps towards making up. These were the things Mini kept telling herself as she straightened her shoulders and knocked on the door. That, and: Come on McGuinness, don’t be a twat.It’s Franky, for fuck’s sake. She’s your best mate.

Franky had been alone for all weekend. Just after the rave had happened and her dads were still on holiday. Leaving her alone with a few check ups from the neighbors, she was doing fine. No mishaps. No struggles. Franky waited at the stairs chewing at her nails listening for Mini to come. All her memories were coming back to her. Being spliffed up and drunk. Telling her she cared. Kissing her lips. Franky rubbed her eyes and stared down at her shoes. She couldn’t hold onto a mistake. That’s what it was. A fucking mistake that went nowhere… absolutely nowhere.

A knock sounded at the door and she stared at the shadowed figure behind the glass. It was her, she could see it was her. Franky sniffed and rubbed her eyes. How could she tell her everything that happened… how? The drugs.. the… well, Luke and Matty now. Everyone on the outs and Franky shutting herself down. After a minute and another knock, Franky stood up and passed by the mirror in the hall. She still looked worn and tired, but that was her own fault. No sleep and being a fucking idiot. She opened the door and stared at Mini’s shoes. She didn’t want her to look at her eyes. “Hi.” She stared flatly and opened the door all the way to step out. She didn’t want Mini to see what the house looked like. How spotless and clean it was. How her room was nothing but blank walls and stripped of her personality. “Let’s go then.” Franky walked down the steps past Mini and kept her head down, hands in her pockets, and held her breath. 

When Franky opened the door, she didn’t even meet Mini’s eyes. The blonde paused momentarily, wanting to say something, but there wasn’t anything she could say. She’d lost that right after she’d left Bristol. Instead, she found herself watching as Franky kept her head down, and walked past Mini, almost as if she was a stranger. It hurt the taller girl more than she would’ve thought, and it took Mini a moment or two to compose herself before she followed Franky. They walked side by side, but it felt awkward and strange, without Franky’s hand intertwined with hers or their arms linked together. And Mini didn’t have the sense tro try either of those things, and instead she said the only things she could think of to say.

"Franky" Mini began quietly, not sure if she was still able to use Franks outside of text message. Mini wasn’t sure of much in her relationship with anymore, and she absolutely hated it. Which is why she had to fix this, as soon as possible. "I’m sorry." Sorry. Not soz, not an attempt to avoid the word altogether. Sorry. The word was strange to Mini’s lips, but it had to be said. Before Mini could say, or do anything else, she had to apologize. Franky deserved that, and so much more - and Mini intended to give it all to her, but first, she had to apologize.

Her skin chilled up and she felt uncomfortable. Their usual routine of holding hands or keeping together didn’t happen. Franky’s own fault. She didn’t want Mini to see what she had become while she was gone. “Franky.” She swallowed and continued to walk. Franky hadn’t even looked at her once.. even if she wanted to. She missed seeing her blonde hair swish around with her fingers intertwined in it. She missed her freckles and the sounds of her bracelets clacking together when she clapped in excitement. “I’m sorry.” Franky stopped walking and turned on her heel to face Mini. It took all her will power to not avert her eyes and meet Mini’s. Once they met, she stared keeping her lip connected to her teeth. “It’s not your fault. No one’s fault.” She studied her face, seeing that it was a genuine apology. If what Mini said was right, then it was more miscommunication than anything. Even the messages she had sent never really sent. She wanted to break down right there and tell her everything, but she was terrified. 

Franky was actually terrified that she’d lose her again because of her faults and things she did while Mini was gone. “I-I get it, okay? I get it.” Franky looked down finally and kicked the concrete around her feet. “You left for a bit, no contact, it’s fine. I didn’t know. Things are that way sometimes.” She stared at Mini’s shoes and tried to keep her eyes focused and not teary. “It was a mistake, everything and it’s fine. Okay? I’m not mad at you… just disappointed with what happened.” 

"Babes, it was my fault" the words left Mini’s mouth before she could stop them, and she could feel a faint brush rising to her freckled cheeks. Mini wasn’t sure if, like Franks, she still had the right to call Franky babes. And admitting to screwing up wasn’t something Mini did often, even when she was in the wrong. But it was different, it was Franky, and when the smaller girl lifted her head up, Mini swallowed. She’d missed Franky’s face, she’d missed Franky. But all too quickly Franky was staring at their geet again, and Mini felt awful all over again.

"Franky" Mini said softly, reaching out to tilt Franky’s head up once more, before she pulled back suddenly. She wasn’t supposed to do that anymore. She let her hand drop slowly before speaking again, her clanking bangles making the only sound. "I shouldn’t have gone. Without telling you, I mean. Even if-" Mini swallowed, hating that the next word was so hard to get out "dad said I didn’t have time. You’re my best mate.” She glanced down at the bracelets on her wrist, the ones that seemed slightly looser now. For once, Mini couldn’t bring herself to meet Franky’s eyes, even if the girl did look up again. Even with Franky, Mini hated vunerability, and she couldn’t let her eyes show that, even if her words were already doing so.

Franky felt Mini’s hand lift her chin up and she knew she’d lose it right there. Mini stepped back. Thank god. Franky was on the verge of falling to the ground and holding her legs to her chest tightly. “I shouldn’t have gone. Without telling you, I mean. Even if-” Franky looked down, assuming she’d say something about that night. “Dad said I didn’t have time. You’re my best mate.” She swallowed at the words. Were they even mates anymore? Even after what happened? Was that possible? She sniffed. The last thing she wanted was Mini to blame herself for going off with her father. It was what she always wanted, even if Franky had warned her. They were in the same rut. No father, no mother and completely alone. 

"I said it’s okay. I understand." Franky stared, the girls were so far apart she felt absolutely uncomfortable being this far away. "A lot happened when you were gone… I-I lost it." She looked down at her hands. How could she admit this to her? To Mini.. to her best mate? Or former best mate. Her heart was starting to pound extra hard and suddenly she didn’t feel so hungry for frozen yogurt. "I fucked up… I fucked up really bad Mini… a-and I don’t know what’s next for me." She walked closer. She wanted to hug her.. kiss her cheek, or do something. She missed holding her hand and her voice telling her she would be okay. Franky was an absolute mess without Mini around. Without her family. Without her friends. She didn’t want to admit that the only thing keeping her sane and stable at the moment… was Matty. 

Hearing that things had been going so badly, that she felt so awful, so lost, made Mini’s heart sink to the bottom of her chest. A small part of her had been hoping that Franky was doing okay when she was off in Australia, and hearing that she wasn’t made her feel even worse. At the very least, Mini wanted to hug Franky and tell her that she’d be okay, that they’d work everything out together. But she wasn’t sure if she could hug Franky anymore, not after what had happened.

Mini bit her lip, willing herself to keep the tears at bay. Franky had seen her at some of her lowest points, but Mini still hated people seeing her as anything less than strong, even Franky. But everything had gone to shit, and Mini had needed Franky, and vice versa, but Mini hadn’t been there. “I’m here now, babes. Suppose I should’ve been here sooner, but..” She trailed off, wondering if she’d ever be able to fix things. Fix herself, fix Franky, fix their relationship. Mini watched Franky walk closer, and the blonde found herself wanting to hold the smaller girl close once more. But she didn’t, opting instead to reach for Franky’s hand. Mini didn’t know if she could work any of this out, but she wanted to try.

Mini being here now didn’t bring all the bad memories out of play. It wasn’t her fault, sure her dad did what they had expected but they couldn’t imagine much out of it. It was just nice to see her again. There was no need to tell her about Matty or Nick; same story, different day. She wasn’t even sure if she should continue on about what had happened while she was gone. It was dead and over with and Franky needed to get past it by herself. She reached out and grabbed Mini’s hand. Warm and fitting into hers nicely. She squeezed slightly and moved closer for any type of embrace. She missed her more than anything and it was a terrible feeling to have lost her for that period of time. 

"Just… you’re right. You’re here now. A-And, forget what happened to me. It’s not important now. I just… I missed you and it’s my fault for going out of control." Franky let her thumb graze over Mini’s hand while she looked down. "We just need to talk about you… what happened? With your dad… with… with us?" Franky was desperate for some answers. Anything would do. Mini could say she was off her head at the time and she’d accept it. 

Mini didn’t know how to answer either of Franky’s questions. She didn’t want to tell Franky that her dad had all but disowned her when he found out that she was bisexual, because Mini was still dealing with it herself. As for what happened between her and Franky - well, that was something else. Franky would probably be freaked out to discover that Mini had been thinking about kissing Franky, touching Franky, since their first year of college. Even before Twelfth Night. Mini didn’t regret the night, just the day after, but she didn’t want to think about what would happen if Franky didn’t feel the same way.

She stiffened, trying to appreciate the feeling of Franky’s hand intertwined with her own, because she had missed that feeling. But with thoughts of that night and the day after, thoughts of Australia and her dad running through her mind, Mini was finding it hard to appreciate anything right now. “Dad kind of…fucked me over again” she closed her eyes, willing the tears away, before opening them and giving Franky a small smile “You were probably expecting that, weren’t you?” She didn’t want to sound bitter, but Franky knew Mini’s history with Gregory - as much as the blonde had told her, at least - and she probably had been expecting it to happen. Deep down, Mini wondered if she had been too.

Franky looked down at their hands laced together. She knew it. She really knew her dad would do it, but she wouldn’t make Mini feel that way. “You were probably expecting that, weren’t you?” She looked at her with a small sigh. Why the fake smile? Franky wished Mini just took her mask off for one moment… maybe it was because they weren’t alone at the moment. Like, really alone. “It’s okay…” She wanted to offer some comfort, it was all she could do really. “Going on a walk was a mistake.” Franky nodded to herself.

"We can go back to mine, we didn’t even go that far anyway. I-I just want you to feel more comfortable and.. well." Franky half shrugged. She knew how hard it was to break down Mini’s walls, even harder to break down her own. But if they were alone, things could maybe be easier for the two to talk about what happened. Maybe Mini would take her mask off for a moment and let her guard down. 

It’s okay… Mini didn’t believe that, and she doubted Franky did either. A small part of her wanted to confess everything, from the way she felt about that night to why her dad left her, and everything inbetween. She couldn’t do it though, not now anyway. Franky was the only person Mini would ever let her walls down for, but she didn’t want to do it, not until she knew they were back to normal. And there were some things that Mini doubted she’d be able to tell Franky, even if and when they went back to normal.

"Your place sounds good" Mini nodded, wishing she was already there. She’d missed the Fitzgerald place, missed Geoff and Jeff and everything to do with Franky. Right now, nothing sounded better than going back to Franky’s and curling up on the bed, watching movies and pretending for a few moments that everything was okay. Mini glanced down at their linked hands once more, a small, genuine smile forming on her lips. "Let’s go, yeah?"

Forgive My Lying Eyes @Franky

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Standing in front of the door of Franky’s home - the same place that she had spent many days and nights, Mini wasn’t sure she had ever felt so afraid. Mini knew that Franky had every reason to be upset with her, and that was what scared her so much. Mini wasn’t sure what she would do if she lost Franky, especially with her and Liv on the outs and Grace dead, twisted text messages aside. Franky was her best friend, and had been the one constant in Mini’s life - until Mini had to go mess it up by going to Australia with her dad, after that night.

But Franky couldn’t hate her, no matter how upset she was. Or at least, this is what Mini told herself, as it was the only thing that had gotten her here. She and Franky would talk, Mini would buy them froyo, and they’d make up. Or at least start taking steps towards making up. These were the things Mini kept telling herself as she straightened her shoulders and knocked on the door. That, and: Come on McGuinness, don’t be a twat.It’s Franky, for fuck’s sake. She’s your best mate.

Franky had been alone for all weekend. Just after the rave had happened and her dads were still on holiday. Leaving her alone with a few check ups from the neighbors, she was doing fine. No mishaps. No struggles. Franky waited at the stairs chewing at her nails listening for Mini to come. All her memories were coming back to her. Being spliffed up and drunk. Telling her she cared. Kissing her lips. Franky rubbed her eyes and stared down at her shoes. She couldn’t hold onto a mistake. That’s what it was. A fucking mistake that went nowhere… absolutely nowhere.

A knock sounded at the door and she stared at the shadowed figure behind the glass. It was her, she could see it was her. Franky sniffed and rubbed her eyes. How could she tell her everything that happened… how? The drugs.. the… well, Luke and Matty now. Everyone on the outs and Franky shutting herself down. After a minute and another knock, Franky stood up and passed by the mirror in the hall. She still looked worn and tired, but that was her own fault. No sleep and being a fucking idiot. She opened the door and stared at Mini’s shoes. She didn’t want her to look at her eyes. “Hi.” She stared flatly and opened the door all the way to step out. She didn’t want Mini to see what the house looked like. How spotless and clean it was. How her room was nothing but blank walls and stripped of her personality. “Let’s go then.” Franky walked down the steps past Mini and kept her head down, hands in her pockets, and held her breath. 

When Franky opened the door, she didn’t even meet Mini’s eyes. The blonde paused momentarily, wanting to say something, but there wasn’t anything she could say. She’d lost that right after she’d left Bristol. Instead, she found herself watching as Franky kept her head down, and walked past Mini, almost as if she was a stranger. It hurt the taller girl more than she would’ve thought, and it took Mini a moment or two to compose herself before she followed Franky. They walked side by side, but it felt awkward and strange, without Franky’s hand intertwined with hers or their arms linked together. And Mini didn’t have the sense tro try either of those things, and instead she said the only things she could think of to say.

"Franky" Mini began quietly, not sure if she was still able to use Franks outside of text message. Mini wasn’t sure of much in her relationship with anymore, and she absolutely hated it. Which is why she had to fix this, as soon as possible. "I’m sorry." Sorry. Not soz, not an attempt to avoid the word altogether. Sorry. The word was strange to Mini’s lips, but it had to be said. Before Mini could say, or do anything else, she had to apologize. Franky deserved that, and so much more - and Mini intended to give it all to her, but first, she had to apologize.

Her skin chilled up and she felt uncomfortable. Their usual routine of holding hands or keeping together didn’t happen. Franky’s own fault. She didn’t want Mini to see what she had become while she was gone. “Franky.” She swallowed and continued to walk. Franky hadn’t even looked at her once.. even if she wanted to. She missed seeing her blonde hair swish around with her fingers intertwined in it. She missed her freckles and the sounds of her bracelets clacking together when she clapped in excitement. “I’m sorry.” Franky stopped walking and turned on her heel to face Mini. It took all her will power to not avert her eyes and meet Mini’s. Once they met, she stared keeping her lip connected to her teeth. “It’s not your fault. No one’s fault.” She studied her face, seeing that it was a genuine apology. If what Mini said was right, then it was more miscommunication than anything. Even the messages she had sent never really sent. She wanted to break down right there and tell her everything, but she was terrified. 

Franky was actually terrified that she’d lose her again because of her faults and things she did while Mini was gone. “I-I get it, okay? I get it.” Franky looked down finally and kicked the concrete around her feet. “You left for a bit, no contact, it’s fine. I didn’t know. Things are that way sometimes.” She stared at Mini’s shoes and tried to keep her eyes focused and not teary. “It was a mistake, everything and it’s fine. Okay? I’m not mad at you… just disappointed with what happened.” 

"Babes, it was my fault" the words left Mini’s mouth before she could stop them, and she could feel a faint brush rising to her freckled cheeks. Mini wasn’t sure if, like Franks, she still had the right to call Franky babes. And admitting to screwing up wasn’t something Mini did often, even when she was in the wrong. But it was different, it was Franky, and when the smaller girl lifted her head up, Mini swallowed. She’d missed Franky’s face, she’d missed Franky. But all too quickly Franky was staring at their geet again, and Mini felt awful all over again.

"Franky" Mini said softly, reaching out to tilt Franky’s head up once more, before she pulled back suddenly. She wasn’t supposed to do that anymore. She let her hand drop slowly before speaking again, her clanking bangles making the only sound. "I shouldn’t have gone. Without telling you, I mean. Even if-" Mini swallowed, hating that the next word was so hard to get out "dad said I didn’t have time. You’re my best mate.” She glanced down at the bracelets on her wrist, the ones that seemed slightly looser now. For once, Mini couldn’t bring herself to meet Franky’s eyes, even if the girl did look up again. Even with Franky, Mini hated vunerability, and she couldn’t let her eyes show that, even if her words were already doing so.

Franky felt Mini’s hand lift her chin up and she knew she’d lose it right there. Mini stepped back. Thank god. Franky was on the verge of falling to the ground and holding her legs to her chest tightly. “I shouldn’t have gone. Without telling you, I mean. Even if-” Franky looked down, assuming she’d say something about that night. “Dad said I didn’t have time. You’re my best mate.” She swallowed at the words. Were they even mates anymore? Even after what happened? Was that possible? She sniffed. The last thing she wanted was Mini to blame herself for going off with her father. It was what she always wanted, even if Franky had warned her. They were in the same rut. No father, no mother and completely alone. 

"I said it’s okay. I understand." Franky stared, the girls were so far apart she felt absolutely uncomfortable being this far away. "A lot happened when you were gone… I-I lost it." She looked down at her hands. How could she admit this to her? To Mini.. to her best mate? Or former best mate. Her heart was starting to pound extra hard and suddenly she didn’t feel so hungry for frozen yogurt. "I fucked up… I fucked up really bad Mini… a-and I don’t know what’s next for me." She walked closer. She wanted to hug her.. kiss her cheek, or do something. She missed holding her hand and her voice telling her she would be okay. Franky was an absolute mess without Mini around. Without her family. Without her friends. She didn’t want to admit that the only thing keeping her sane and stable at the moment… was Matty. 

Hearing that things had been going so badly, that she felt so awful, so lost, made Mini’s heart sink to the bottom of her chest. A small part of her had been hoping that Franky was doing okay when she was off in Australia, and hearing that she wasn’t made her feel even worse. At the very least, Mini wanted to hug Franky and tell her that she’d be okay, that they’d work everything out together. But she wasn’t sure if she could hug Franky anymore, not after what had happened.

Mini bit her lip, willing herself to keep the tears at bay. Franky had seen her at some of her lowest points, but Mini still hated people seeing her as anything less than strong, even Franky. But everything had gone to shit, and Mini had needed Franky, and vice versa, but Mini hadn’t been there. “I’m here now, babes. Suppose I should’ve been here sooner, but..” She trailed off, wondering if she’d ever be able to fix things. Fix herself, fix Franky, fix their relationship. Mini watched Franky walk closer, and the blonde found herself wanting to hold the smaller girl close once more. But she didn’t, opting instead to reach for Franky’s hand. Mini didn’t know if she could work any of this out, but she wanted to try.

Mini being here now didn’t bring all the bad memories out of play. It wasn’t her fault, sure her dad did what they had expected but they couldn’t imagine much out of it. It was just nice to see her again. There was no need to tell her about Matty or Nick; same story, different day. She wasn’t even sure if she should continue on about what had happened while she was gone. It was dead and over with and Franky needed to get past it by herself. She reached out and grabbed Mini’s hand. Warm and fitting into hers nicely. She squeezed slightly and moved closer for any type of embrace. She missed her more than anything and it was a terrible feeling to have lost her for that period of time. 

"Just… you’re right. You’re here now. A-And, forget what happened to me. It’s not important now. I just… I missed you and it’s my fault for going out of control." Franky let her thumb graze over Mini’s hand while she looked down. "We just need to talk about you… what happened? With your dad… with… with us?" Franky was desperate for some answers. Anything would do. Mini could say she was off her head at the time and she’d accept it. 

Mini didn’t know how to answer either of Franky’s questions. She didn’t want to tell Franky that her dad had all but disowned her when he found out that she was bisexual, because Mini was still dealing with it herself. As for what happened between her and Franky - well, that was something else. Franky would probably be freaked out to discover that Mini had been thinking about kissing Franky, touching Franky, since their first year of college. Even before Twelfth Night. Mini didn’t regret the night, just the day after, but she didn’t want to think about what would happen if Franky didn’t feel the same way.

She stiffened, trying to appreciate the feeling of Franky’s hand intertwined with her own, because she had missed that feeling. But with thoughts of that night and the day after, thoughts of Australia and her dad running through her mind, Mini was finding it hard to appreciate anything right now. “Dad kind of…fucked me over again” she closed her eyes, willing the tears away, before opening them and giving Franky a small smile “You were probably expecting that, weren’t you?” She didn’t want to sound bitter, but Franky knew Mini’s history with Gregory - as much as the blonde had told her, at least - and she probably had been expecting it to happen. Deep down, Mini wondered if she had been too.

Mirage of Memory @Mini

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Grace had learnt the way to Mini’s place long before she’d even gotten back from the trip with her dad. The harder part was getting herself there. It was easy enough to see why Mini reacted in such short snappy replies, labeling the whole thing as one twisted prank someone conjured up just for some nasty fun. If she reacted like that, how would she react to knowing she was alive? It wouldn’t just be a melt-away of her anger into sudden positivity and radiating happiness. 

The walk up the small hill to her place was a bit of a labor on her legs and it hurt in her calves and thighs in a dull sort of way but she shrugged it off, the distance wasn’t far. Instead she focused on what to expect behind the door when it was knocked. Would Shelley answer it? Was she even still living with Shelley? The only other noise was the slight elevation on her Oxford’s clipping on the pavement.

Reaching the front step she took a deep breath and raised on hesitant hand to gently rap against the door before it quickly withdrew and folded up into the other hand that was loosely dangled by her side. It opened and Grace’s eyes momentarily flicked upwards towards the freckled face of Mini - had it been that long since she’d seen it? The blonde curls that enveloped her shoulders and fell down her back and the piercing blue eyes anyone could’ve recognized. “Mini,” Grace mumbled timidly finally meeting her gaze.

When Mini had first gotten the text from Grace’s phone - she’d never quite been able to delete the contact - she’d felt several things: hurt, anger, and disgust. If it hadn’t been bad enough that Mini had lost one of her best friends, some complete weirdo had decided it’d be funny to send Mini texts from Grace’s phone. Mini was all too aware of her rather harsh nature, but even she believed this was going way too far.

She’d invited the texter to her house solely to rip them to shreds, on the off chance they did show up. The blonde had struggled, trying to remember another time when she’d felt this disgusted, this furious. A few moments had come to my mind, but Mini didn’t think anyone had ever done something as awful as this. Except for perhaps Matty causing the crash in the first place, that summer, but that was a whole other thing. Now, Mini wanted to focus on getting back at the freak who had sent the texts in the first place.

The knock on the door jolted Mini to life, and she had stormed over to the door, heels tapping on the floor. She was glad her mother was out, because Mini wanted to deal with this weirdo alone. She swung open the door, expecting to see some scrawny kid she’d insulted once at Roundview, but she had never expected to see Grace herself. Because it just wasn’t possible, Grace was dead, David Blood had told them as much, they had been to her funeral. It couldn’t be Grace, because Grace was gone, and Mini had the heartache to prove it. She blinked several times, clutching at the door frame. Mini. The voice was familiar, the voice was Grace’s, but that couldn’t be right

"Gracie?"

When All You Wanted Was To Be Wanted :||: Self

Mini sat across the table from her father, pushing her food around her plate. She’d yet to have a bite, but Gregory didn’t seem to notice. Not that he ever did. Right now, he didn’t seem to notice his own food, or even Mini. His attention was entirely focused on his phone.

But Mini needed for him to listen to her, just for a few minutes. She’d left Bristol with her father so suddenly about a month back, and she hadn’t even had time to say goodbye to Franky. She didn’t get to goodbye to Franky, after what happened with them right before she left. She could only imagine what her best friend was thinking, especially since Mini had had zero contact with everyone back in Bristol, Franky and Shelley included.

"Dad" she bit her lip, stabbing at a piece of tomato with her fork. Gregory didn’t even look up from his phone. "Dad.”

Her father looked up, somewhat irritated, and Mini clenced the fork tighter in her hand. “Mini" he said "What is it?”

Mini’s mouth went dry, but Gregory kept staring at her, so Mini swallowed thickly beforr reply. “You’ve met Franky, yeah? She was one of my mates at the party. You know, when you came back in my final year of college.”

Gregory nodded slowly, and Mini straightened her shoulders. She could do this. She was Mini McGuinness, and she wasn’t scared of anything.

"Before we left, Franky and I" Mini’s eyebrows knotted together, deciding to skip over the whole story. Her father didn’t need to know all the details. “We kissed. It wasn’t the first time either.”

Mini" Gregory began, his voice sounding strained, and Mini felt her stomach knot up "What are you trying to tell me?”

You can do this a voice inside her head told her. You are perfect perfect perfect and you are strong strong strong and he loves you and he does not care, because you are the perfect daughter.

"I like girls, dad" Mini said quickly, her words coming out in a rush "And boys too. Both."

Gregory stared at her for several long moments as silence hovered over the table. Mini instantly wished she could take back her words. But she couldn’t. She had said them, and Mini never wanted to be someone who apologized for what they said or did. No more than they had to, anyway. She’d just have to take whatever her dad said. He loved her, didn’t he? Surely this wouldn’t stop that.

After several long minutes, her father spoke, and Mini sat up straighter. Don’t be a twat, McGuinness, she mentally scolded herself. She didn’t want her father thinking she was pathetic.

Mini" Gregory sighed, looking at her in a way that caused Mini to frown even more "I love you, but I think you should go back to your mum. I’m too busy to be a proper dad to you.

That never stopped you before, Mini thought, but she closed her eyes and tried to block the thought out. Her dad loved her, he wouldn’t leave her, she was perfect, wasn’t she?

I’ll buy you your ticket of course, and call your mum, but I afraid things just aren’t going to work out, Mini.” Gregory got up then, and Mini wanted to scream, wanted to cry, because she couldn’t lose him. She was perfect, just like he wanted. He wouldn’t leave her just because she liked girls and boys, wouldn’t send her back home over something so silly. He was her dad, he loved her, and she was perfect perfect perfect.

Except that maybe she wasn’t, because Gregory was gone, and Mini was left all alone, with nothing but a plate of untouched food in front of her, and the feel of Franky’s lips against hers, even now.

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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?”

He questions lingered in the air too long. Franky still felt comfortable through the silence. That was a new feeling. Her legs wobbled from her unsober nature, but she noticed Mini’s pout. It made her smile to herself. She wanted this, there was no denying. But… how? How did this work? Franky was absolutely clueless the first time she ever encountered anything of the sexual nature. Matty was a bust. Nick was… well, Nick. Luke; she mentally rolled her eyes and sunk back into the moment. This was Mini. A girl for one; someone with delicate skin and full lips.

Mini kissed her again, harder and she almost lost her breath from the surprise. Assertive? Franky swallowed with a click in her throat once Mini pulled away with that fucking smirk again. Yes. Yes that answered her question. “I..” Franky’s breathing was labored while her hands returned to the lower part of Mini’s stomach. She was softer then she ever imagined. Her vision was blurring, there was two of everything unless she focused hard enough. She was mortified she’d do something wrong.. but her instincts told her to take this slow, which she managed. Franky’s hands slowly trailed up the inside of her shirt, up her skin, to her shoulders. Her hands grabbed the shirt and pulled it over her blonde hair so slowly she could’ve made a fashion ad out of it. “I-I don’t know.. wha-how, to…” Franky stared at her lips, they were the only thing in her vision. Her hands couldn’t stop touching her sides. Their faces crept closer, she could smell her perfume; “What do you wa-nt me to do?” Her voice whispered, just a centimeter away from each other. 

FFranky was still for several seconds, before her fingers began to trail across Mini’s skin once again. Mini herself did the same to Franky, sneaking long, slender fingers under Franky’s shirt, feeling the other girl’s skin against her own. And then Franky was pulling Mini’s shirt over her head, and the blonde’s breath caught in her throat, a tiny breeze now washing over her half naked torso. Franky spoke again, and Mini frowned momentrarily at the question, considering.

She’d experimented with girls before, of course, even before her kiss with Franky. She’d done things with Liv, mainly, but there’d be any other girls besides her two best friends, the current and the former. But never like this. Mini, in her bra and skirt, blonde hair pooling over her shoulders, looked down at Franky once more. The other girl was stuttering, from alcohol or fear or something else entirely, Mini wasn’t sure. She recalled Franky’s question from earlier, and Mini wondered why she hadn’t bothered to ask Franky the same thing. Slipping one of her hands down until she found one of Franky’s, she held it before speaking. “Franky" she said softly "Do you want this?”

Ballet Flats and Tarnished Heels @Mini

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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.

Masks :||: Nicola

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?”

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Party Crash @Mini

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Okay, this was a terrible idea. Crashing Mini’s father’s party just to see how her best mate was doing after these two weeks without her? She was desperate and the fact that Mini hadn’t reached out yet meant something was wrong, very wrong. She tried to blend in, but it wasn’t working well with a red dress and her short stature unable to adjust to the shoes she decided to wear. The more Franky tried to blend, the more she stuck out. In this case, most people tried to chat, most older men that were too handsy but she kept off in the corners. Mini’s face didn’t make an appearance, which concerned her that she might be at the wrong party, then Gregory appeared. Franky hid behind her drink and watched carefully, waiting for Mini to make her appearance, which followed soon after. Of course, she looked gorgeous. She was always smiling and glowing when speaking about her father, but put in the same room as him..

Franky noticed straight away how skinny she looked, how different her face was. Just after two weeks? She knew Mini worked hard on her figure, but something was wrong and in that instant she pushed through the crowd and grabbed Mini’s wrist. Franky tugged, not giving her a second to explain or say where they were going. She tugged Mini through the crowd into the back room, the closet. Great, a closet full of fucking coats and a small seat for people to try on shoes. Franky closed the door and pushed the coats to one side sitting her down roughly. Before Mini could rant or push out of the way, Franky held the handle behind her back. "Mini.. well.. I’m here, and what the fuck have you been doing to yourself," with the thin line of light protruding from the bottom of the door and small window in back, she could see everything she needed. 

Mini followed her father around the party, flashing smiles and accepting drinks and making small talk when needed. It was easy to pretend she was enjoying herself, and she certainly looked the part in her tight black dress, but Mini wasn’t having fun. Far from it. She hadn’t be okay for a while, since her fight with Franky. Mini hated arguing with the other girl, and topped up with the stress she felt whenever her father around, and her newfound eating habits. No, Mini felt nothing like the glamourous girl she was pretending to be. But tonight was her night, her night with her dad, and Mini figured pretending would be the next best option. She might even start to believe it herself.

Suddenly, the blonde felt someone grab her wrist and tug on it, and she quickly turned to see who it was, a frown on her face. Franky. The smaller girl was leading Mini through the crowd, away from the party, and the blonde’s eyebrows narrowed. “Franky, what the fuck?” Her question went unanswered, and before Mini knew it, she was sitting down on a seat in the cupboard, Franky in front of her and standing in front of the door. Mini’s eyes flashed at Franky’s question. Mini.. well.. I’m here, and what the fuck have you been doing to yourself. Mini placed a hand on her stomach, sneering at Franky. “So you suddenly care?”

That pose, she knew that. Hand over her slim stomach, trying to hide the fact that she was getting too thin to have energy to stand. Franky glared. The girls were at a stand off. “So you suddenly care?” That was already enough to set her off, but she let her nails dig into her palm instead. Franky had to calm down or this wouldn’t go over smoothly. Mini was in defense mode. “Suddenly?” Franky shook her head. "Try always," she removed her hand from the handle and crossed her arms. She tried not to notice it, but it was impossible. Her wrists were thin and if Franky assumed right, her ribs were probably showing. Stress. Mini’s biggest nightmare. 

"Mini, why are you doing this? Don’t say it’s my fault, cos this, this is you." She lightly grabbed Mini’s wrist and pulled it away from her stomach. Her fingers clasped around the girls wrist. "Stop doing this," she dropped her wrist and leaned against the closet door. “I don’t know if you’re doing it for him, but he’s not worth it, Mini. You know that. I know that, the fucking world knows that. And you’re pissing about. Just stop,” her voice shook. Franky was nervous that the out lash would turn around on her. No matter what she said, Mini would never believe her father was a shit dad. But, then again Franky could never agree to say the same about her mother; slowly, she was starting to see it though. 

I don’t know if you’re doing it for him, but he’s not worth it, Mini. You know that. I know that, the fucking world knows that. And you’re pissing about. Just stop. Anger flared up inside Mini, and the blonde got to her feet. How dare Franky waltz in and say those kinds of things about her father, especially when she hadn’t spoken to Mini in two weeks. The two weeks that her dad had been here, Franky hadn’t been, so Mini was really not in the mood for the smaller girl’s bullshit. It wasn’t as if Franky had a fantastic family either (biological, at least, as Mini had no complaints towards Geoff and Jeff), so what the hell did she get to back her claims on?

Besides, Mini didn’t see what the huge deal was. So she was eating less. But she was going to be thinner and prettier and finally perfect, which was something Mini assumed her dad wanted and boys wanted and girls wanted. It was certainly something Mini had wanted. Franky could stay out of it. "I’m fine" the blonde spat "Nothing’s wrong. Not with me and not my dad. So please, stay out of it and get the fuck out of my party.” Mini made sure to emphasize the last bit, as if to remind Franky of another time, when they weren’t friends and Mini could eat as little as she pleased and work out as much as she pleased without anyone questioning her.

How small could she feel at this moment? Besides Mini towering over her in her shoes and natural stature. Franky flinched, just like a year ago. She hated that feeling. Being walked all over, it enraged her. Franky’s fists clenched. In a second, she could’ve shoved Mini against the wall and… well, she wouldn’t know what to do after that. God, she was fucking angry. "Mini!" She yelled, feeling like a child throwing a tantrum. "Sit. Down." Her teeth felt like they would break under pressure. "I’m here for a reason. I’m here to make things right, but you’re fucking stuck in your twisted fantasy that your dad is perfect and you are perfect. Look at yourself, you’re going to fuck up your life, more than ever just for a shit dad that pisses off when you need him most. I wanted to be there for you, but you never let me in anymore!" Franky huffed, trying to catch her breath, but just like she didn’t want, she was getting worked up. 

"I’m tired of you.." she didn’t meant that and regret filled her eyes once she looked at Mini. "Not you.. this, the fighting, you being so.. damn stubborn." Franky sunk, letting her head rest on the door behind her. She wasn’t going to let Mini leave until this was settled. How many times did they need to fight over pointless shit? What were they even fighting about? "You’re the one that made me feel crazy and you know what, fine. You win, I’m mental. Seeing my dead mate everywhere," Franky waved her hands sarcastically and crossed them. "So now what? Do you want me to piss off for good so you can wither away and be alone again or do you want to settle this in a fucking closet like mates."

Mini flinched at Franky’s words, because they were sudden and Franky was saying them, and they hit Mini in all the places where they hurt. But she was Mini McGuinness, and she was going to stand her ground, and quite literally this time. Mini straightened herself out as she eyed Franky, tilting her chin a little upwards as more words come out of her best friend’s (if they were still that) mouth. I’m here to make things right, but you’re fucking stuck in your twisted fantasy that your dad is perfect and you are perfect. Mini almost laughed at that one, because the blonde thought many things about herself, but perfect was not one of them. But her dad? Mini knew she kept making excuses for him, but she knew it’d be worth it in the end. Her dad had to stay this time. He couldn’t fuck off again. He wouldn’t do that to her.

I’m tired of you.. Mini’s eyes briefly flashed with hurt, but Franky corrected herself before the taller girl could say anything about it. Mini remained silent until Franky was done, done yelling about Mini being stubborn and Franky herself seeing Grace everywhere and whether or not Mini wanted to settle this. Mini wanted to leave, but she couldn’t. Because Franky sounded so worried, about herself and about Mini and about their fight. And Mini? Deep down, she knew she needed Franky. The blonde shook her head, fighting to keep back angry tears. “Franky…the Grace stuff, I’m sure it’s fine, alright? None of us are okay with her death yet. Just don’t freak, yeah? You’re fine, and I’m fine.” All lies, lies Mini knew Franky wouldn’t believe, but she had to try, because the past few weeks, the past few months had just made Mini tired and sick of it all.

Franky shook her head through Mini’s words. Fine? She wasn’t fine. Both of them weren’t fine. Why was she still stuck in this twisted fantasy that everything was fucking fine! "You’re supposed to be my best mate. You’re not supposed to make me feel like I’m mental. And I’m not supposed to yell at you, but look at where we are." Franky moved around Mini and sat on the small bench behind her. Now she was exhausted. Beat down and tired of fighting. It felt like this would get no where. Just like most of their fights, Franky would give in, just so Mini would be happy. “Stop saying everything is fine,” Franky slouched and rested her elbows on the top of her thighs. Was she tearing up? Fuck, she was. At least she was good at hiding it. The thought of losing Mini for good? That terrified her. She was the only person she trusted, even more than herself. But they needed to stop treating each other like shit. 

"You’re not fine. I’m not fine." She blurted the last words and stared at Mini’s shoes. “My mum’s not what I expected. Piece of shit, just like me. Runs int he family, I guess.” Franky sighed annoyingly and looked up at Mini. “But you? You’re not your dad. You’re not a shitty person that fucks off when someone needs you okay? He’s not perfect, that’s fine, but you need to let go of him. Because… well, look at yourself? Tell me honestly that you’re bloody happy right now? I know you, I know how you’re feeling. Your stomach hurts, your cheeks hurt from fake smiling, and you don’t feel well. Like you’re going to pass out at any second, but you’re strong Mini. Well, you don’t have to be strong all the time.” Franky pinched the bridge of her nose so she wouldn’t tear up. Just so she looked exhausted rather than worried. 

No, they weren’t fine. Mini knew it, and Franky knew it, but the difference was that Franky was willing to admit it. It wasn’t that Mini thought Franky was mental, not at all, even with the Grace thing. Their mate’s death had fucked them all up, and whilst seeing Grace couldn’t have been healthy, Mini didn’t believe Franky was mental. But the other girl wasn’t fine - there was Grace, and there was Luke, and there was all the things that Franky was going through with her mother. And somewhere, in the back of her mind, Mini knew she wasn’t fine either. But she didn’t want to admit it, even with Franky there, looking at her and saying everything Mini refused to accept.

Franky’s mum wasn’t what Franky had wanted, and Mini realized with a jolt that she hadn’t bothered to ask about her mate’s relationship with her mother at all. The blonde figured that had been too caught up in other drama, but she still felt awful. But what was happening with Franky and her mum, it wasn’t the same as what was happening with MIni and her dad. No, Mini wasn’t happy right now. But she was going to be soon, once she finally achieved that perfection, and her dad finally stuck around. Mini wasn’t doing what she was doing for no reason.”Franky. About you and your mum, it’s not your fault she’s acting that way, alright? And I’m here for whatever. But with my dad…..it’s different. Stay out of it.”

There was no getting through to this girl. Franky wasn’t someone who gave up easily, but this felt like a lost cause. She didn’t want to abandon Mini, never in her life time could she do that to someone. Never to Mini. Franky stared at her best mate, soon to be something less. ”Franky. About you and your mum, it’s not your fault she’s acting that way, alright? And I’m here for whatever. But with my dad…..it’s different. Stay out of it.” Stay out of it? How could she, when Mini looked the way she did? It had been weeks since they spoke and the girl was getting thinner and thinner. Just to be perfect for a prick of a father that was far from decent. "I’m not staying out of it. If I stay out of it, you’re going to get hurt. You’re going to hurt yourself if I don’t say something, but you’re too stubborn to listen."  Franky continued to pinch the bridge of her nose, trying to focus rather than get emotional in this situation.

It was harder to become detached with someone she loved so dearly. Unconditionally, in fact. “I’m trying to protect you,” Franky stared up glossy eyed, saying Mini’s own words back to her. That had to mean something. The push and pull of their strained friendship continued to teeter too much to one side. Franky was passive, Mini was assertive. Mini was passive, Franky was assertive. The two needed to find a balance. "I’m not abandoning you. I’m not leaving you with this shitty decision and fucked fairytale you’re in. If you trust me, you’d say the truth, Mini. But you keep lying to my face.. like reality is too much for you… well, get used to it. The world’s a fucked place." Franky narrowed her eyes. That spark flowing through them and around her pupils. Bad blood. A speech she had heard too many times. 

Franky wanted to protect her. Mini wasn’t sure if it was from her dad or herself, but she knew it had something to do with her weight loss. Mini tossed her hair over her shoulder and glanced at her wrist - the one that was looking particularly thin. But that was good, because Mini was being a good girl, like Jemima had always told her to be. “I’m not doing anything to hurt myself. It’s not like I’m making myself puke or anything. I’m going to the gym, and I’m counting my calories, like always." Mini shrugged, but she still couldn’t bring herself to move back outside. Franky could be stubborn when she wanted to be, and Mini didn’t want to cause a scene in front of her dad. Her dad, who she was doing this for. Her dad, who would finally get his perfect daughter. Her dad, who threw this party for her. Her dad, who wasn’t going to leave her, who couldn’t leave her. Not this time.

Franky, just drop it. I’m fine. Maybe you’re not, but we can go out and drink and dance and forget it for a night. You can sleepover and we can talk, but not about this, because nothing’s wrong. Like always, babe.” Honestly, Mini would rather they skipped ahead to the sleepover bit, because she felt awful and unhappy and tired and she’d missed sleepovers with Franky. She’d missed Franky, and Mini wasn’t sure her best friend would stick around if Mini stuck with her dad. Because people kept leaving her. Her dad had done it before, and a small part of Mini thought that he might do it again. But he wouldn’t, would he? Which is why she could’t skip ahead to the sleepover, because she needed to go back outside and smile and link arms with her dad and talk to people who she didn’t know and would never meet again. But first, she had to convince Franky, at least temporarily, that she was okay.

"I can’t," Franky shook her head and stared at Mini dead on. She couldn’t sit around and pretend everything was okay. She hated doing that. She hated pretending. She had done that for most of her life and now it was time to face it. Mini needed to realize what was wrong, but that wouldn’t be forced out of her. Franky couldn’t force anything. "I can’t do this Mini, and once you realize what’s going on you can come to me. I’m not leaving you forever, just for right now, because I can’t see you this way. I hate seeing you pretend to be happy, because you’re not fooling me." Franky walked closer to Mini and grabbed her hand, flipping it over to look at her thin wrist. "You’re still my best mate, no matter the differences we have. So if being with your dad makes you happy, fine, but don’t kill yourself over it. Then what’s the point?" She sighed, dragging her thumb across Mini’s milked skin. 

"I should go," she nodded to herself and dropped Mini’s hands from hers. The party wasn’t her scene. She only made an appearance for obvious reasons and she genuinely missed seeing Mini daily. No sleepover. No dancing. No party. She had to remove herself from this toxic environment and fast. "If you need anything, really, anything, Mini… ring me. Anytime, anywhere, anything. Yeah?" Franky tucked her lips, tired of fighting. She leaned forward and up straight on her toes to reach Mini’s cheek. A short peck on her freckled skin and that was that. "I’ll see you." Franky swallowed the lump in her throat and reached around for the door handle. 

Franky just didn’t get it. Mini wasn’t doing this to make just her dad happy, she was doing it to make everyone happy - herself included. But Franky wasn’t acting happy about it. No, Franky was scared and upset and angry. And Franky was the one who promised to be there when Mini needed her - something Gregory had never done. Something Liv used to do, something Nick used to do, something Grace used to do. But Liv and Nick weren’t in her life anymore, and Grace was dead. Mini swallowed the lump in her throat “I’m fine, Franky. I can control it. It’s what I’ve always done, you know that.”

Mini felt the press of Franky’s lips to her cheek, and she bit her lip. She was the one who usually kissed Franky on the cheek, or on the forehead, and that one time on the lips. Whenever Franky did kiss her, Mini would usually smile because they were best friends, and best friends did things like that. But now, it just made the taller girl more upset, because this time, the kiss was very different. Mini watched Franky make her way to the door, and she could still feel the pressure of Franky’s kiss. The blonde got to her feet, and in a last attempt, she grabbed Franky’s wrist, noting for the first time that comparison of their arms was rather different. “Come and dance. Please" Mini repeated Franky’s own words back to her, like the smaller girl had done earlier that night. Mini knew she was being stupid, but she wasn’t sure she’d be able to get through the rest of the night without Franky.

She felt a tiny tug on her wrist. Franky barely felt Mini’s hand wrap around it and pull back. She was so infuriated, defeated, angry, and nothing could change that. Except those words. “Come and dance. Please.” Her eyes searched Mini’s which revealed a bit of terror if she actually did leave her here right now. She knew she couldn’t leave her for good, but now with her tugging her wrist back and staring, she couldn’t even leave her here. She wanted to make an ultimatum, but those never worked nor were they fair. Franky just wanted to leave the place, drink with her mate and sit down without the pressure on Mini’s shoulders. “Mini,” she spoke softly and tugged her hand back to her side.

"I can’t.. I can’t stay here and watch you do this to yourself. I’m saying, come with me." Franky looked down at her shoes, improper shoes for this event. "Come home, Mini. Don’t stay here." She could’ve begged and pleaded, but there was no point. "I just want to have a drink with my best mate and have a sleep over, just like we always do. Chat about nothing and not fight, cos I can’t stand fighting with you anymore. I don’t want to fight anymore about shit like this."

I’m fine. The words almost left Mini’s mouth again, but she knew there would be no point. Franky wouldn’t believe her, and, the more talking Franky did, the more Mini began to doubt it herself. But how she could tell Franky that she needed her, but she also needed to be thin and pretty and perfect and that she needed Gregory. That she wanted to go and drink and dance with Franky and have a sleepover, but she wanted to spend time with her dad, make him realize that she was so very close to being perfect. Even if Franky could understand that, and Mini doubted she would right now, the blonde didn’t think it would change things. No, she had to stay here. When it came down to Franky or her dad, when it came down to her dad or anyone, Mini would always pick her father, even with the prie that came with it.

"I can’t leave, Franky. My dad-" Mini nodded at the door, the door that led back outside, back to the party, back to Gregory. "He needs me tonight, babes." The unspoken words hung in the air. And I need you. “We can still drink and we can chat and we don’t have to fight, and you can’t sleep over after the party. But I need to stay here. So you can stay here with me, or” Mini tossed her hair over her shoulder and straightened up, looking down at Franky “You can leave.”

Franky sighed in defeat. She wasn’t going to stay and the look in her eyes probably showed once she glanced at Mini’s. ”He needs me tonight, babes.” Franky could’ve rolled her eyes and let Mini storm out to her good for nothing father. She had to respect the fact that she loved her family. Franky had her own issues with family, but the unconditional love was still there, unfortunately. “We can still drink and we can chat and we don’t have to fight, and you can’t sleep over after the party. But I need to stay here. So you can stay here with me, or you can leave.” Franky made up her mind ten minutes ago. She was leaving. She didn’t want to watch Mini struggle to be happy, when she could just leave all this perfection behind and be who she wanted to be; instead of who she “needed” to be. “I have to go, Mini.” Franky looked at her blue eyes. They were glossy, fearful.

 ”It was nice to see you.” Franky smiled weakly, no teeth, no real expression. She leaned up on her toes and lost a bit of balance reaching to kiss Mini’s cheek goodbye. A flash of deja vu hit her as she nearly nicked the corner of her lips. Franky pulled back quickly and looked away. her face began to redden but she walked toward the door instead. She didn’t have anything else to say and the noise of the party drowned out anything Mini could’ve stated before Franky made her first few steps outside to the party. 

I have to go, Mini. It was nice to see you. Mini’s eyes flashed at Franky’s words, but she couldn’t say she was surprised. Franky had never been happy with the way Mini acted when her dad was around, and this party wasn’t making things any better. Mini remained silent, for once in her life having nothing to say. She felt Franky’s lips press her cheek, just missing her lips. She felt herself stiffen up even more, but before anything else could happen, Franky had pulled away and began making her way to the door. Mini watched her friend go, a million things to say running through her head, but not having the ability to actually open her mouth and speak.

The blonde waited until the smaller girl had gone back outside to the party, before pulling down her dress and running her fingers through her hair. She could only hope that her makeup still looked good as she swallowed and straightened up, placing her hand on her stomach once more. She could feel the skin through her dress, on the stomach that didn’t have an inch of fat on it. Perfect perfect perfect. Franky didn’t know what she was saying, because Mini had her dad and she was going to be perfect and she really would be fine. The freckled girl forced a smile on her face, those words repeating in her head as she made her way back outside, and began to look for her father, rather than her best friend.

Facing the Truth :||: Rich

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Mini made her way to Rich’s house, a place she had only been to several times before, at Grace’s insistence. But that had been a long time ago, a year, back when everything was somewhat normal. Thankfully, Mini remembered the route, even if it had been a rather long time since she had been here last.

She wasn’t quite sure why she had decided to see Rich in the first place. They were mates now, of course, despite all the shit that happened during their first year of Roundview, but they mainly bonded due to Grace, and later Alo. They weren’t close by any means, and most of the time they did spend together was spent bickering. It was more playfully now, but they still did it.

Nonetheless, they were going out for coffee, and Mini had no intentions of backing out. After another fight with Liv, Mini realized that she couldn’t only talk to Franky forever, even if it didn’t seem like a terrible idea now. And the blonde knew there were topics that she had to discuss with Rich, particularly one she wanted to avoid. Sighing, Mini knocked upon his door at arrival, and glanced over her outfit once more as she waited for Rich to appear.

There was a knock on Rich’s door and he knew it was Mini. “Bye Kevin,” Rich shouted as he opened the door and immediately shut it behind him. “Well well well, look who it is Queen McGuinness in the flesh,” he waved his hands from her head to her toes and gave a joking smirk. “Let’s not waste a minute, shall we?,” He spoke in a royal accent to emphasize the whole queen thing he had going. They started down the sidewalk, and Rich felt surprisingly comfortable with the fact that he was about to go hang-out with Mini. They were never close mates, but after the Grace situation they established a mutual respect for each other. The pair still joked around though, that would never change. It was their nature.

“So how’s it feel to be back in your favorite town? Starting to reminisce old times yet?” Rich stuffed his hands into his jean’s pockets and looked down at the sidewalk. It was early in the morning, but it was surprisingly bright out. Bristol had finally gotten over it’s pro-rain phase. For now at least.

“Well you’re obviously aiming for originality with the Queen business” Mini replied, folding her arms and raising an eyebrow. She had never been close with Rich, although, the two had become mates over the past two years, mainly due to Grace and later Alo. The two still bickered when they were around each other, but doing so gave Mini a bit of the sort of power she used to thrive on, even if Rich was never hurt by her jabs and always had a retort ready. It was fun, and Mini couldn’t ever imagine having a normal relationship with Richard Hardbeck.

She walked with him down the street, turning to face him at his questions. “Pretty shit, but Briz would probably get even worse without me.” She left it at that, unsure of Rich would bring up any more questions, ones regarding the topics she wanted to avoid. Like Alo. Mini wasn’t even sure if Rich knew what had happened between Alo and Mini, and if he did, how much he did now. It wasn’t as if the pair had had a huge break up, but Mini didn’t want to be questioned by her ex’s best friend why she dumped him and then fucked off to London. Instead, Mini decided to get Rich talking, something she didn’t work towards often. “What about you? Have a fab trip back to Valhalla?”

“Oh right, right! Where would Bristol be without it’s Queen Bee?” It was easy to joke with Mini because he knew she didn’t take anything he said to heart. For that matter, talking with her actually made Rich feel better. “It was more than fab, actually. Might I suggest you come with me next time?,” he teased. “I’m sure you’d fit right in.” For the rest of the walk to the coffee shop they chatted about what had been happening in Bristol since both of their returns. To Rich, it was funny how little they had missed out on. Back in college, he felt as if something was constantly happening in the small town, but now he figured that was probably all due to the fact that his college years were spent in a circle of never-ending drama. Now that the gang was all split up, everyone’s lives seemed normal…for now at least. Rich held open the door for Mini to enter the coffee shop, then followed behind. They seated themselves in the corner of the shop where nobody could overhear their conversations. A waiter came by and stood with a pen and notepad in hand ready to take their orders. It was a young bloke with blond hair and brown eyes,and he seemed to be checking Mini out. “Oi,” Rich snapped his fingers in front of the bloke’s face. “I’ll have an iced coffee with a side of stop fucking staring.” Because of the fact that Mini and Alo had dated, Rich felt somewhat protective of Mini. Even though Alo and her weren’t together anymore he acted the way he hoped Alo would if he were in this situation with Grace. 

Two iced coffees, one with skim milk ” Mini corrected as the boys eyes snapped back to her. He looked more startled, but still gave Mini an appreciative smile. “Toodles" she added in a tighter voice, watching as the waiter left before turning back to Rich. Mini was touched by his defense of her, even if she had been dealing with guys leering at her since she was about thirteen, and knew how to deal with them. "So you’ve gone from being the Prince of Darkness to being a Knight in Shining Armour. It’s a nice change, Richard.” She smiled at him, hoping he would accept this as her thanks, as Mini had never been that good at saying the word itself. Propping her elbow on the table, Mini placed her chin in her hand. “So what exactly have you been up to, Hardbeck?” Mini was curious, of course, but a part of her also wanted to keep the conversation away from herself. She didn’t want to talk about Alo or London or anything else to do with her life right now, anything Rich might ask her questions about.

And Worst of All a Disappointment :||: Self

Mini’s feet slammed against the treadmill, her eyes focused on Jemima. It had been a while since she had attended one of these sessions, but with her dad back in town, Mini figured it was as good a time as ever. She wanted to be the perfect daughter for her dad, and sliding back into a familiar fitness routine would contribute to that, as far as Mini was concerned.

"Time for the weigh in" Jemima announced, stopping her own treadmill and climbing off, before grabbing her folder and heading to the scales. Mini followed, making sure she was first in line to be weighed. It was more a habit than anything else, and back in the old times, Mini used to watch Jemima tear into the other students, ones that were older than Mini and nowhere near as thin. But now, the blonde simply wanted to get this over and done with.

"Mini" Jemima remarked, eyeing her up and down "Haven’t seen you here in a while. Still maintaining that weight?"

Of course" Mini replied with a smile, albeit a shaky one. Truthfully, Mini wasn’t sure if she had maintained her usual weight, as she hadn’t been here as much as she used to go. The blonde quickly removed her jewellery and jacket, and it was only Jemima’s stern "Mini" that got the girl to step up on to the scales.

Mini’s weight popped up on the screen, and she turned away instantly. She could feel sense Jemima stiffen, even though she wasn’t touching the woman nor was she in eyeline. “Mini. You’ve gained 285 grams. That’s really not on” Mini swallowed, before turning to face her instructor. Jemima’s eyes were narrowed, and she was looking at Mini as if absolutely everything was wrong with the girl.

Maybe everything was wrong with her.

I-” Mini began, but Jemima shook her head, motioning for Mini to get off the scales. She did so, Jemima being one of the few people Mini rarely disobeyed. She knew better than that. The dark haired woman in front of her frowned, looking Mini up and down. “No excuses. Go work. And try to remember, good girls don’t swallow.”

Mini nodded numbly, gathering her stuff before returning to her treadmill. Her cheeks were blushing furiously and tears stung her eyes, but Mini refused to give in. Instead, she let Jemima’s words ring in her ears as she turned on the treadmill and started running once more. Good girls don’t swallow.

Maybe that’s why her dad didn’t want her. Maybe that’s why he kept fucking off. If Gregory was to stick around, maybe Mini was supposed to try harder to reach perfection, maybe she was supposed to be the good girl Jemima always talked about. Maybe she needed to try harder.

And that’s exactly what she intended to do.

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