Frankie rolled his eyes, disregarding her “It’s just hockey” comment. He knew that even thought they were best friends, they still had their differences. Most of the time, those difference brought them closer, always giving them something to talk about. But sometimes it caused lots and lots of fights when they were younger. None of them huge fights though. They usually were just the simple silent treatment for the rest of recess and then hugging it out hone they had to go back to class. “Oh. Oh yeah. Happy Birthday,” he laughed and kissed the top of her head, remembering that he had only sent her a small birthday on her special day. “Why do you have to be older than me? It’s not far. Even if it’s only, what? Six months?” he thought out loud, trying to do the math in figuring out how many months were between her birthday and his December birthday. Frankie looked down at her when she began talking about her dad. He knew that he had a really tight bond with him and whenever she talked about him, he listened. Her dad was an uncle to him. Heck, he was best friend’s with Frankie’s mom. “Did he really? Wow. That’s so cool,” he smiled, laughing when she took the hat atop his head and placed it on hers. Normally, he wouldn’t let anyone do that. But, it was Sav and he really didn’t mind when it was her. “That’s your car!?” he gasped, his eyes bigger than before. “Shotgun!” The blond boy yelled as he went into the passenger seat, immediately doing up his seatbelt. “Well… it depends. How good of a driver are you?”
“Oh gee, thanks,” Sav rolled her eyes as he kissed her head. She chuckled at his question and shook her head, “Well, my dearest Frankie, I can’t tell you why you’re younger than me for I am not your parents. I did not conceive you.” She looked up at him and raised her eyebrows, “You’ll have to bring that up with them. I mean- if you really want to get into that subject.” She pursed her lips and counted in her head. She smiled to herself, loving the fact that she could hold the age difference over his head, “Seven months, actually, kiddo. Which means someone has to wait seven whole months to get their license. Which sucks, honestly.” She took steady breaths as she transitioned into the subject of her father. It was touchy, a wound that hadn’t yet healed. She fought to keep her thoughts light every time he was brought up which seemed to be daily. “Meh, not really,” she shook her head, “What is cool, though, is the fact that there’s an unused part of the studio that’s practically dedicated to the Vega name. Dad trained there, then taught there. I do the same. It’s not home but it’s close.” She watched his eyes widen and couldn’t help but crack up as he ran to the other side of the car. She stepped up into the driver’s seat and started the car. She was already more than comfortable with driving. “How good am I?” She glanced over at him and half-smiled as she slid her Ray-Bans on, “Better than anyone you know!” She put the car into reverse and pulled out of the parking lot, headed for the studio. “Now you do know I’m making you paint,” she said, the smile permanently set on her face as she rolled her window down and put the radio on.
Frankie let out a sigh, turning his head when he hear the all too familiar soft voice of his best friend. “Well, they fucking let up a good lead and I hate them! Jesus,” he fussed, gesturing to the tv with his head down. If there was one this he didn’t like doing, it was losing, even if it only was a hockey pool. The sound of jingling soon filled the young boys ears, immediately making his head pipe up in the direction where the sound came from. His eyes set on Savannah, holding a key chain with a car key on it. “What!” His eyes widened. “Since when did you get a car? Let alone learn to drive?!” he said, confused and excited all in one. He glanced at the tv once more, tempted to press the button on the side of the tv that would bring it to life again. “Nope, nope. Get me out of here. Yes, I’m ready let’s go. I can’t look at that thing for another second.” Dragging his feet to the door where she stood, he spun her around and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. As they began walking, he grabbed his snapback from the hook, setting it atop of his head. “I have to admit. I’m really excited for this. I haven’t been to a dance studio in a while. Matter of fact, I think the last one was my mom’s during spring break,” he said as they finally reached the parking lot and looking around at all the cars. “So… which one’s yours?”
Savannah couldn’t help laughing at the anger in his voice. She shook her head and crinkled her nose. “It’s just hockey,” she stated firmly. Being from Miami, the sport wasn’t necessarily one of her favorites. Her grin grew even wider at his reaction to the jingle of the car keys. He looked like a puppy who’d just heard his name called from across the room. “Yeah,” she giggled, “Since like… three weeks ago? When I turned sixteen? You know, cash prizes from dance competitions really add up.” She let her hand drop back down as she shrugged. Rolling her eyes, she patiently waited as he forced himself away from the TV. She spun and fell into his grasp easily, wrapping an arm around his torso as he left his resting on her shoulders. “Psh, you’re staying the night with me, Frankie. You should be excited no matter what,” she said, sarcasm prominent in her voice. She sighed and thought of the studio that waited for them. It wasn’t the one her dad had opened back home, but it was just as close to home as she got at SMA. “It’s kind of a special studio,” she nodded, “Dad danced there when he was my age. He was never one to stay at the school’s studio.” Sav pushed up on her tippy toes and grabbed his snapback, turning it backwards before placing it on her head. “Mine? Well,” she smirked, kind of proud of her car. She pressed the unlock button on her keys and the lights of her bright blue Jeep Wrangler, “that. Right there. That’s Sav’s new baby.” She pushed him towards the passenger side as she made her way to the driver’s seat. Once she was settled in, seat belt fastened, she glanced over at him, “Me driving.. It doesn’t make you nervous, does it?”
“What the fuck!” he stood up from his bed, shouting at the tv. The Bruins had just gave up a goal to make the game tied at two. “Great. Great! Now my pool is gonna be all messed up! Whatever. I’m not even gonna watch this,” he said, turning off the tv and throwing it down on the ground. Looking at his watch, he realized that Savannah was going to arrive soon so he slipped on a pair of basketball shorts and a blue v-neck. He made sure that they could get dirty, seeing as though they may be painting. Hearing at knock at his door, he smiled and ran a hand through his hair, giving it his signature messy style. “It’s open!”
Sav tossed everything they’d need for an overnight trip to the studio in the back of her new Jeep. She’d gotten it for the first time and was still getting used to the fact that she was old enough to drive. Slamming the back shut, she walked from the parking lot to Frankie’s room in Bowen. She could hear his shouting from the stairs and laughed to herself, questioning how the other kids in the hall handled his loud mouth. Spinning the keys around her finger, she rounded a corner to find his dorm. The route there was practically programmed into her mind. She tugged at the bottom of her shorts and the hemline of her white v-neck as she walked, instantly regretting the white when she remembered the massive cans of neon paint that waited for the studio walls. Loudly, she pounded on his door and ran a quick hand through her hair before she heard his voice. Once Frankie told her that it was open, she grabbed the handle and pushed the door open, peaking her head around. “Peek-a-boo,” she laughed, slowly stepping in. She beamed in his direction and shut the door behind her, leaning against it as she studied his expression. “I’m assuming, by the yelling, that the Bruins aren’t doing to well, and that I need to get you away from a TV before you go insane?” She held her keys up and shook them so they jingled slightly, “Ready?”
Get on you, what? Who said that? … KIDDING.
OKAY OKAY. IF YOU DONT THINK THE NOTEBOOK ISNT ONE OF THE BEST LOVE STORIES IN THE WORLD THEN YOURE WRONG. OKAY. I admit. I read it.
Castration. Cast-ra-tion. The Notebook? God, Frankie. And you say you don’t believe in love. I’m tellin’ you… It’s just a matter of time before you find your Allie, and I’ll get to say I told you so.
True, true. I’ll try to get Valentine Frankie to bring his A game today. Oh… Uh. My, uh.. mum reads his books.
Get on that, Benson. Right. Your mom. Mhm, I’m so sure.
Alright. Two kisses on the cheek. No promises on the dumbass remarks though, babe. After all, I am Frankie Benson. Meet you in a few. Hey. That’s what all the girls say before they fall for me. You watch. Our life could soon turn into a Nicholas Sparks Novel.
But you know, I get Valentine Frankie.. Remember? Okay, hold up. How in the hell do you even know who Nicholas Sparks is?
Oh yes. You’re just a genius. I’ll give you two kisses on the cheek! One on each cheek! I’m free now… I mean, if you are? Ahh, yes. I guess you’re right. I’d probably break your heart at one time or another.
Are you sassing me? Was that sarcasm? Watch it, Benson! Two kisses and no dumbass remarks, got it? I’ll be over in a few. I’ve just gotta get my stuff together. You break my heart? Oh, babe. I don’t think so. I’m not stupid; I know you too well. Falling for you is actually the most absurd thing I’ve heard in a while… You’re… You’re Frankie.
I like the way you think! And plus.. I do still own you that big hug from what I did the other night. This’ll for sure make up for it. Let’s do it, Vannah. Well, I’m sure you wouldn’t hurt me. Maybe one day I’ll sweep you off your feet and then I’ll just walk away with you thinking, “Damn. I’m in love with my idiot best friend Frankie Benson.”
Because I’m brilliant, Frankie. You know that! That you do. And a kiss on the cheek! Just let me know when and I’ll come pick you up! Bull shit. You sweeping me off my feet? As if. That would require you to actually, you know, feel something. That would require full time Valentine Frankie. You said it yourself, you’re not changing.
And that’s why we’re best friends, Vannah. Late nights in the studios were my favourite because we got to run around and dance our pants off. Not literally. Our forts were the greatest and sleeping in them were even better. I would love for us to bring them back, yes! Well, it’s who I am now and I honestly don’t see myself changing anytime soon. You’re just lucky that I haven’t risked our friendship and make you one of those many different girls I walk the halls with.
Well… why not all three? The studio that my dad danced at in high school is down the street. They renovated most of it, and there’s a room they don’t use anymore that basically belongs to me… I need to paint it. You could help paint and we could stay the night and build a fort! Whaddya say, FrankieB? I’d bring the food, you bring Valentine Frankie. It’d be fun! You wouldn’t dare try anything with me. You know I’d snap your wrist if your hand got too close. I honestly think you’d try something if you didn’t know I’d do that…
Yeah. You’re right. I don’t do relationships. Good call. Inseparable is an accurate description of our relationship back then, I agree. Late nights at in our family’s dance studios, fort making, sleepovers. Ah, the good ol’ days. Things chance, yeah. So do people. Prime example; myself.
I know you better than you know yourself. Ugh, late nights in the studio… and the forts. God, I miss the forts. I kinda miss being a kid sometimes. It was easier then. Of course, we could always bring back fort making and sleepovers! Yeah, yeah. You’ve changed. I know. I’m reminded everyday when I see you walking down the hallway with yet another girl.