A/N: Okay people, so this is a short chapter but hope you enjoy!

Blizzer’s P.O.V.

The rest of the long weekend went by swiftly and I enjoyed myself quiet a bit. I think I was the only one of the girls that was okay through the morning Sunday but once the girls got around, we had a nice lazy day. I stayed at Samantha’s house on Sunday night as well, since we had Monday off and then Tuesday came, bringing school with it.

I went through my morning classes tired, not used to having to wake up early and when lunch came I just went to the library and read my current book, ‘Burned’ by Ellen Hopkins.

Soon though, I saw someone sitting in the chair across from me and looked up to find Frankie.

“Hi there.”

I smiled, putting my book aside, “Hey, stud.”

“How come you’re not in the cafeteria?”

I got a little nervous at his question but I tried to shrug nonchalantly, “Oh you know… not hungry.” I looked up at him through my eyelashes, a little nervous.

“Well how about I take you to this great little restaurant?” He asked, smiling lightly.

I bit my lip, trying to find an excuse but he knew that I’d been at the library and obviously not studying so… I sighed, defeated and shrugged, giving him a strained smile, “Okay, sure. Why not?” Yeah, there were a whole bunch of reasons why not.

At the restaurant I tried ordering the smallest thing on the menu, a garden salad but Frankie gave me a look and I sighed and ordered instead a panino.

It was an overall nice lunch, with us talking about unimportant things, light subjects and laughing lightly. When we got back to the school, I thanked him and waved him goodbye as we went to our next classes.

Samantha was seated in the back when I entered my last class for the day, “Okay, deary.” She said when I sat next to her, “What is this I hear about you and Frankie performing at the club on Friday? And then you doing an independent gig too?”

I laughed nervously, “Oh you only heard about that now?” She smacked my arm. “Ow!” I rubbed my arm.

“Well of course I don’t know! You never told me! I found out from Riley. You had all weekend to tell me.” She pouted.

I sighed, “I’m sorry Sam, I just… so I’m performing at the club on Friday, want to come?” I gave her a sheepish smile and she rolled her eyes.

“Fine. But I expect tickets.”

I smirked, “You got ‘em.”

As I walked out of the building I knew that Frankie and I had decided to meet up to practice our songs- yes, songs. We were doing two. We’d decided on that ‘Hate That I Love You’ song and another one we’d written together.

I’d driven my car to school today and I made my way to the studio. I’d told them ahead of time and they’d agreed to let us use the studio, since there were no classes today, oddly enough. But hey, it went good for us in turn so.

I sat at the piano, seeing Frankie wasn’t there yet and started playing a couple of chords.

If I beg and if I cry


Would it change the sky tonight


Will it give me sunlight


Should I wait for you to call


Is there any hope at all


Are you drifting by

When I think about it


I know that I was never held or even cared


The more I think about it


The less that I was able to share with you


I try to reach for you,

I can almost feel you


You're nearly here


And then you disappear 
(disappear, disappear, disappear)


You disappear
 (disappear, disappear, disappear)

And then I lie all by myself-

Just then, the doors to the studio opened and I jumped a little in my seat, my hands came down on the keys making a not so nice sounding chord.

“Hey Frankie.” I said, still a little shaken.

He smiled, “You don’t have to stop.” He dropped his bag in a seat and came to stand under the stage. I shrugged, standing up, “That’s alright.”

He hopped up onto the stage and I couldn’t help but notice how his muscles flexed under his black t-shirt and I was completely puzzled on how I’d missed that before.

He grinned at me and gave me a hug before going over to the bench at the piano and playing a few chords of his own, “So,” he said, playing a melody lightly as he spoke, “I’ve been thinking.”
“Of course you have.” I smirked, sitting next to him at the bench.

He rolled his eyes, smiling, “Are you going to let me hear the song you’re going to be singing?”

I smiled mischievously, “Nope.”

“Awe I’m hurt.”

“Yeah, of course you are.”

He gave a mock-hurt expression, “I really am.”

I placed my hands on the keyboard, over his to stop them and took them in my hands and then placed them in his lap. I put my own hands on the keys and started playing the melody to ‘Hate That I Love You’.We sang the song twice before we decided to switch to the other song.

Frankie:Everyone's around, no words are coming out,

And I can't find my breath

Can we just say the rest with no sound.

And I know this isn't enough, I still don't measure up.

I know I'm not prepared;

Sorry is never there when you need it.

And I do want you to know

I'll hold you up above everyone

And I do want you to know

I think you'd be good to me and I'd be so good to you,

I would.

Me: I thought I saw a sign somewhere between the lines

But maybe it's me, maybe I only see what I want.

I still have your letter,

Just got caught between someone I just invented,

Who I really am and who I've become

Both: And I do want you to know

I'll hold you up above everyone

And I do want you to know

I think you'd be good to me and I’d be so good to you

I can't be without you

I would

And I do want you to know

I'll hold you up above everyone

And I do want you to know

I think you'd be good to me and I'd be so good to you,

I'd be good to you,

I'd be good to you,

I'd be good to you,

I'd be so good to you.

[X2]

I smiled at Frankie, “I think we’ve got that one down pretty good.”

He returned the smile, “Yeah. I really like it.”

I sighed, looking down at the keys and playing a couple random notes, “You know, I used to perform in front of people all the time when I was younger.”

“You perform in front of people during your lessons.” He pointed out.

I smiled, shaking my head. “Not the same thing, at least you should know that.” I winked.

He just smiled and I continued on, “But you know, like really performed. I miss it but I stopped after… well you know.” I blushed, remembering how I’d broken down.

He nudged my chin up slightly and smiled softly, “Hey. Don’t worry. You’ll have fun.”

I smiled weakly, “I know. I’m so freaking melodramatic sometimes…” I mumbled.

He shook his head, dropping his hand, “No, just, you went through some stuff.”

I nodded, looking back at the keys. “All right how ‘bout another round?”

Frankie’s P.O.V.

Band practice was awful today. It was Wednesday afternoon, after school and we were all just out of it. Finally, after about an hour of failure I stopped everyone. “Look,” I said, turning to them, “This is going absolutely nowhere. How about a break? For the day.”

They all grumbled agreement and we started putting stuff away. I sighed and then got a phone call.

“Hello?”

“Sweetie, it’s me.”

“Oh.” Mother. Great. “Hi.”

“I was just wanting to say I hope everything is well?”

“Everything is just swell.” I said.

“Good, good, well we haven’t talked much lately and I haven’t heard from you in a while, so I thought…”

I shook my head, “No no, I’m glad you called. But it’s just… I’m in the middle of finishing a practice.”

“Oh…” She paused, “Well then call me whenever you get the chance.”

“Sure.” We said our good byes and I flipped off my phone.

“The mom?” Asked Riley. I just nodded in response.

See, my mother, father and brother didn’t move around with the band and I. They had jobs and they just couldn’t, but they believed in me and supported me, so us four lived with Tim’s older brother, Ike, in apartments the record label company paid for. It was an amazing arrangement, and there really was no room for complaining, only thing was that the company said as soon as we left high school we had to pay for ourselves, which was fine by us. Of course, Tim’s older brother, Wyatt, paid for himself. He had to be with us because none of our parents wanted us living by ourselves. Wyatt was twenty-three now but he didn’t really mind, which was cool. Him and Tim were really close.

Once we’d finished putting stuff away we hung out for a while with Reese and then one by one, left. Once it was just Mitchel, Reese and I and those two were making out full force I just left without saying anything. I walked out to my car and turned on the radio as I made my way towards home. ‘Empire State of Mind’ was playing and I had to smile.

Blizzer’s P.O.V.

I was sitting in his lap, gently kissing him. His lips were so soft and he tasted so good… His hands were running up and down my sides, my shirt being lifted slightly in the process. I nibbled at his neck, excited by the moan I got out of him and licked and nipped some more, wanting, needing more of his reactions. My hips rocked unconsciously against his and the groan that that extracted made me moan in return.

Suddenly he pulled back so his mouth was near my ear, “Blizzer…” He groaned.

Wait. What? I pulled back and sure enough…

“Frankie?” I gasped.

I woke up suddenly, “Holy shit!” I gasped. I slapped my hand to my forehead. Well I had surely never had dreams of him like that before. Wow. I got out of my bed groggily, stumbling slightly to my bathroom and washed my face. I looked at my reflection. Oh Man. I was so out of it. My hair was a tangled mess, my eyes looked tired, regardless of the fact that I’d gone to sleep at nine- nine- last night and my face was paler then usual. Agh.

I stepped into the shower and washed my hair. After having dried off and blow-dried my hair, I dressed for the day. I put on a black skirt, tights, a dark blue button-up shirt and black heels.

It was seven thirty and my school started at eight-o-five so I had a good amount of time to wait by I decided to head out none-the-less. At school, I went directly to the library. I was reading Alice in Wonderland (no judging that is an amazing book that has many different meanings depending what part of your life your at so go away).

At about seven-fifty-five I decided to go to my locker and put things away.

There, I blushed when I found Frankie was at his locker. “Er… hey.” I said nervously.

“Hey.” He cocked his head to the side, curious, I guessed, at my odd behavior. Hey, I didn’t blush much so I couldn’t blame him.

I opened my locker, averting my gaze, and put away and took out the appropriate books for my morning classes. Looking back over at him, he’d closed his locker and now leaned against it, facing me, “So tomorrow’s the show.” He stated. I nodded in reply not trusting my voice.

“Do you think we should practice tonight?”

I nodded again.

“Blizzer?” I blushed again, remembering when he’d said my name huskily in my dream…

“Yes?” I squeaked. Damn I’d been right not to trust my voice. “Agh,” I cleared my throat, “Yes?” I was sure I was blushing furiously. Fuck.

He cocked an eyebrow, “You okay?”

I nodded vigorously, “I um, have to get to class.”

And with that I scurried off. Needless to say, I was ten minutes early for class.

Frankie’s P.O.V.

I had to work hard not to laugh at her retreating figure, but honestly, I had never seen her worked up this much. I shook my head, chuckling slightly under my breath and turning around. Mitchel was walking towards me.

“Hey. What’s so funny?” He asked, noticing my amused expression.

“Oh nothing, just Blizzer.”

“Blizzer?” He asked, smiling, “What happened?”

I waved a hand, “She was just.. acting strange.”

He nodded, “So the boys and I are gonna skip first and go get some real breakfast, wanna join?”

I thought a moment, “Ah…” Well hell, whatever I was acing French anyways. I shrugged, “Sure.” I threw my books into my bag and followed Mitchel out to the back entrance.