Today, Eddie is helping Frank with his garden. Poor Julie is sick, so she can't do it today.
Frank looked over at Eddie and blushed. Eddie looked back with a soft smile.
"Hey, Eddie?" Frank asked. Eddie looked back.
"Yes, Frankie?"
Frank cracked a smile.
"Umm, how have you thought about your future."
"Of course!" Eddie replied happily.
Frank became curious.
He said, "What do you think?"
Eddie thought for a moment.
"I imagine myself marrying the man I love, moving in with him, and we can live together in happily ever after."
Frank rubbed the back of his head.
"And who do you love."
Eddie froze.
"Uhh... Well, He's a painter -"
"Wally."
Eddie nodded.
Frank's heart shattered, but he wanted to know more.
"What do you imagine?"
"I imagine us cuddling at night, wrapping my arms around him and kissing his forehead softly. Him wearing my shirts and sweaters without my permission, but it's cute. I once had a dream he wore nothing but my sweatshirt and shorts and strattled my legs to cuddle me. The sweatshirt was so oversized. It was so adorable."
Frank just stood in shock.
"Daaamn."
"I get so nervous around him. That's why I'm so clumsy."
Frank wasn't amused.
"Okay... Well, I think that's all I'll need help with. Thank you, Eddie."
Eddie gave a quick nod and grabbed his things, going to the post office.
Frank looked back at his garden.
"Jesus christ."