Yellow (Frankiana Version)

Four

"The apartment is warm, we'll be there soon," Isabella tried to comfort the girl, unsure of what else to do. Her and Diana exchanged glances and Diana sighed heavily. This was already adding up to be a long day.

She turned into the parking lot of the apartment and parked the car, not even bothering to wait for the other two girls. She took the stairs, sighing once she made it to their floor. They'd accidentally left the apartment unlocked, so Diana slipped inside quickly, leaving her muddy boots by the door and heading straight to her bedroom.

The dark haired girl changed into a pair of sweatpants and one of her favorite t-shirts. She pulled her wet hair up into a messy bun and scrubbed her face raw until all of the makeup was gone. She took a few moments to look at herself in the mirror, rolling her eyes at her disheveled appearance before heading back downstairs.

Isabella and Franki were nowhere in sight, but Diana could tell they were home by the muddy footprints at the door. She told herself she didn't care about what they were doing and headed into the kitchen.

"Noooo."

Diana lifted her head out of the refrigerator when she heard Franki's voice whine from upstairs. As much as she wanted to go see what was wrong, she forced herself to ignore it and grabbed two slices of cheese from the drawer before closing the refrigerator.

There was rustling from upstairs and the opening and closing of multiple doors, and Diana hummed softly to herself to try and drown out the noise. She set a pan on the stove and waited for it to heat up. Just as she finished retrieving the bread from the pantry, she heard slow footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Hi," Franki smiled, standing across the kitchen from Diana. The brown eyed girl turned around. Her breath caught in her throat as soon as she saw the girl in front of her. Franki was wearing another one of Diana's t-shirts, which came down to the middle of her thighs. She didn't have any pants on, or socks and shoes. Diana noticed the bandages on her feet, which she assumed Isabella had changed.

The smaller girl's hair was wet, and pulled up in a sad attempt at a messy bun. There were still a few loose stands of dark hair hanging down and framing her face. She somehow made it look cute. Cute. Diana cursed herself for using that word. Before Diana could say anything, Isabella came running down the stairs with a pair of Diana's pajama pants in her hand.

"You forgot these," she handed them to Franki, who studied them for a few moments. Isabella saw the questioning look Diana was giving her and bit her lip. "She insisted on wearing your clothes, I don't know," Isa shrugged.

"Oh," Diana mumbled. Franki pulled on the pants and patted the soft material happily. "What took so long?" The tall girl asked, trying to ignore the feeling that was arising in her stomach from seeing Franki in her clothing.

"Well I discovered that she can shower on her own," Isabella nodded once and motioned to Franki, who was still petting the fuzzy material of her pajama pants. "Which is a good thing, I think," she bit her lip and studied Diana's face.

"Thank god for that," Diana shook her head. She was still extremely confused by everything that had happened in the past two days. A clattering noise snapped her out of her thoughts and both her and Isabella whipped their heads around.

Franki stood next to the stove, with the overturned pan now on the floor.

"Hot," Franki nodded once and pointed to the pan. Isabella and Diana exchanged glances.

"Well, have fun with that," Isa winked at Diana. "This girl's got homework to catch up on." Diana glared at her, but Isabella disappeared up the stairs before she could respond.