Frankie felt foolish in that moment, having let her worries and jealousy cloud her better judgement. She’d convinced herself that she was merely a friend, not someone he’d be interested in or wanted to be with. Frankie was aware of her ‘conventional attractiveness’, and rarely had trouble using it to her advantage –– god, that sounded conceited. But with Will, she felt as if she had to be perfect; the only object of his eye. She felt that he was severely out of her league. “You don’t have to worry about Noah at all, trust me, Will. I promise. You’re the only one that I want.” Frankie assured him, her tone leveled and even to make sure that he knew that she was serious. She needed him to know that Will was from here on out, the only object of her affection. And as their lips moved together in sync, it was as if the world melted around them, and they were the only ones present. For a moment, and as cliche as it sounded, things made sense for a little while. His arms around her was enough to ease whatever plagued her mind, including those stupid insecurities, and she noticeably relaxed into his touch; which made it all the more painful to pull away. “Wow, that was even better than I had imagined.” She told him once they were apart, a grin on her face.
To Will, Frankie was some sort of ethereal goddess, that for some reason liked to hang out with him (probably without realising how out of his league she was). Of course, the idea that she might want him as something more than a friend was unfathomable, and yet William couldn’t stop thinking about her. He had tried to distract himself, but every time he let it wander, his mind went back to Frankie, and Will was tired of fighting that. Her words rang so simple, so true in his ears, and yet he had to blink twice to make sure that she was really there, telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. A small, astounded smile crept on his lips, and the boy sighed, heart beating faster than ever. “Of course I trust you, Frankie. You don’t have to worry about anyone either, alright? I only want you,” he replied, and then there were just her lips against his. Nothing else mattered, except the feeling of her relaxing in his arms and the taste of her kiss. He was running out of air by the time she pulled away, but he didn’t care: he would have kissed her until his lungs had given in. As she spoke, Will pulled her close, refusing to let her go out of his arms. Her words made him blush, and he nodded shyly. “Same...” he mumbled, hand going to play with a strand of her hair. “Wait, you imagined this too?” he asked, unable to keep his curiosity for himself, already feeling his cheeks warm up.