Chapter 4: woods are fun

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I got up at 12 so I have a little time before frank gets here.

I put on my favorite ripped black skinny jeans and a long sleeve plane gray shirt with my gray converse.

I do my hair and makeup, by time I'm done its already one and frank should me coming any time now.

I hear a knock on my door and answer it.

"Hey frank, come I for a minuet I just have to grab my phone" I say leaving the door open for him to enter.

I come back to see him looking around and smiles when he sees me. "ready?" he asks

"Yep, let go" we walk out the door and I lock it behind me

"So where are we going?" he asks

"Ill show you" I say with a smirk as we walk on the sidewalk

"Are you planing on killing me?" he asks playfully

"Maybe, maybe not you'll just have to trust me" I say with a laugh

"Fine, I trust you" he says looking at me with another fake smile. I wonder what's wrong with him?

We cut threw the woods and into the clearing felled with green grass and beautiful flowers.

"Wow" frank breaths

"I know right, Ive been coming here since I was 6 with my friend" I say Laying down in the grass

"What happened?" he asks sitting by me

"She killed herself" I say sitting up cross legged

Franks pov:

"She killed herself" she said sitting up and losing her beautiful smile

"Oh, I'm so sorry" I say

"It's fine, it's been years since she died but it still hurts" she says picking at some grass

"It'll be ok, I promise" I say and hug her

"Thanks" she says softly hugging me back

For the rest of the day me and her just stayed there talking about random stuff, and after a while her smile came back and I felt myself smile to.

"Hey look he can have a real smile!" she says making me confused

"What?"

"You never really smiled before" she says

"Yea I have"

"Yea you have but they weren't real ones"

"How do you know that" I ask

"Because you can tell in your eyes is someone is truly happy or not" she says

"Well you just make me happy" I poke her side

" I'm glad" she laughs

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