* 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖎𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖙 !

frankie freese. nineteen. psychology major. town confidant.

[freeseyourbrain]

𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅... 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍?

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄!

aka The Confidant aka the local bathroom therapist.

BASIC INFORMATION

full name: Francesca Danielle Freese

nickname(s): Frankie (preferred)

age: Nineteen

date of birth: April 11th, 1979

hometown: Cherry, California

current location: Cherry, California

orientation: Lesbian

religion: Raised Jewish, doesn’t practice

occupation: Student & Ice Cream Scooper

living arrangements: Lives in her parent’s pool house

language(s) spoken: English, some Hebrew

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

faceclaim: Diana Silvers

hair color: Light Brown

eye color: Brown

height: 5′10

FAMILY

father: Scott Freese

mother: Mrs. Freese

PERSONALITY

sun/moon/rising: Aries/Cancer/Pisces

label: The Confidant

likes: eating ice cream until her stomach hurts, rain falling on her skin, grunge music, comfy flannels given to her by her dad, playing therapist for the gang, 3pm naps, starting fires, & vinyls playing in the background

dislikes: being in the band, meat (vegetarian queen!), tequila sunrises, cold weather, axe cologne, & the literal murderers in town

positive traits: trustworthy, analytical, protective, nurturing, & empathetic.

negative traits: sensitive, pushy, evasive, suspicious, & blunt.

BIOGRAPHY

CHILDHOOD:

Born to Scott Freese, the ice cream man himself, and his wife Felicity, Francesca Danielle Freese was brought into the world on April 11th, 1979. Scott had really been aiming for little Frankie to be born on a colder spring day because, “how cool would it be if little Frannie was born on a cold day? Like a true Freese!” 

Childhood was probably when Frankie was at her happiest, considering all that would go down following high school. It was one of the few times in her life when she didn’t have to worry. All Frankie had to do was eat ice cream, go to school, and worry about what would be served for lunch. The downside was that Frankie cared a lot about school. She was one of the smartest kids in her grade, but it came with being unable to make friends. Outside of her parents, she didn’t really talk to many people.

TEENAGEHOOD:

That all changed in middle school. Most gifted and talented kids end up burning out at some point, usually college, but Frankie’s burn out happened in homeroom the first week of middle school. She knew she needed to make actual friends and honestly, math and science just no longer became a priority to her. 

By the time Frankie had gotten to high school, she was with the gang, smoking a blunt a day, and playing bathroom stall therapist. Frankie had always been about being the shoulder to lean on, probably because she just really wanted friends. If listening to them made them want to befriend her, then it was worth holding all their secrets in. 

But… Frankie came to love playing therapist. So much so that she began skipping classes and posting up in the second floor girl’s bathroom, dishing out advice for a small fee. Cash, weed, whatever you had, Frankie would probably take it. 

ADULTHOOD:

Frankie skated by on a B/C average when she graduated high school. She was lucky she was even able to pass exams when she never went to class, but she got that diploma and out the doors she went. She never had a desire to go to college, not when she knew she could just inherit Frost-EE Freese. It was her easy way in life to just inherit a business. She moved into her parents pool house, much to their dismay, and just coasted by at the ice cream shop.

The night her and Cristiano found Lux’s body though, all that flew out the window. She couldn’t just… skate through life, could she? That summer she made the executive decision to go to C.C.U.. Lux had so much life to give, she was so young, and after finding out what she did, Frankie just couldn’t let Lux’s legacy die as one of the many girls who have perished young in the town. 

PERSONALITY:

Frankie’s a bit of a wild card. Need a drink? Call Frankie! Need a smoke sesh? Call Frankie! Need to get something off your chest? Call Frankie! She’s spent her life trying to make friends, so she’ll jump at the opportunity to hang out or just vibe with almost anyone. That doesn’t negate her from having standards or morals, though. The popular crowd? Eh, she’s not into it, but she might show. And anyone who has a problem with anyone in the gang, has a problem with her.

Even if she doesn’t consider someone a friend, she’ll still make an attempt at playing therapist. Even for free! She just has an undying need to help others, even if they aren’t viewed as a “great” person.

pinterest board | google docs | mixtape pt. i | mixtape pt. ii

[freeseyourbrain]

👁⚠️

👁️: do you ever blame her for the candy girl’s reign?

“I think the obvious choice is... yeah? Like, I think had it not been for Lux’s death then we wouldn’t have had to deal with Candy, but now that we know it was that girl Grace? It just seems like maybe she was looking for people to fuck with and we were easy targets, but I don’t hold some vendetta out for a dead girl because of it.”

⚠️: would you have betrayed her?

“I may have no been Lux’s #1 fan, but I wouldn’t have betrayed her. Sure, we weren’t friends but I wasn’t looking to bring her down either, you know?”

[freeseyourbrain]

🔪💋👅

🔪: who do you think killed lux lewis?

“I think Lux Lewis killed Lux Lewis. That’s just... kind of how suicide works?”

💋: did the two of you ever lock lips? did you want to?

Answered here!

👅: reveal one awful thing you thought about lux.

“She was a raging bitch, but like, I don’t hold her against that since she clearly needed therapy or like, a real friend.”

[freeseyourbrain]

😢

😢: did you cry at her funeral?

“I think I like, shed a tear or two, I’m not a maniac but I’m really not much of a crier. I’m kind of in tune with my emotions and shit.”

[freeseyourbrain]

💋💄🎞

💋: did the two of you ever lock lips? did you want to?

“Why? The idea of girls making out get you going? No, I never kissed Lux and yes, like any human in Cherry with a decently sized brain I wouldn’t have minded to lock lips with the She-Demon herself.”

💄: if you could have changed one thing about Lux, what would it have been?

“I guess her willingness to open up. I think we all could have helped her or gotten to know her better if she just let us see the real her.”

🎞: do you think she was really murdered?

“Yes. Dude, I found the body, what kind of question is that? She so was not murdered.”

[freeseyourbrain]

🎧

🎧: what song reminds you of your relationship with Lux, and why?

“I think Safe in my Garden by The Mamas and the Papas will always remind me of Lux. I didn’t really have a relationship with her per se, but like, every time I hear it I can’t help but think of her.”

[freeseyourbrain]

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐘 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐋.

𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥!​​ 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧: wait is this fucking play about us but make it the fact that rebel without a cause may have been major inspo for me writing casey dfdfdgd  𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘: the drive-in bby 

The last thing Casey had been expecting that night was to have a meltdown over a movie. A meltdown over Lux… maybe. Possibly on the cards. A meltdown over Zahra’s birthday gift tucked in his back pocket… yeah. Probably. A meltdown over James Dean? No. He looks at the other man’s face on the poster with the same kind of scrutiny afforded to when he’s deeply engaged in a book. There’s no doubt that what Casey’s wearing is far more modern - he wouldn’t be caught dead in those shoes, thank you - but there is something eerie about looking at it. Same pop of red in the jacket. Same cuffed jeans in a different colour. The only reassuring thing is the tagline. He certainly didn’t come from a good family - ha. “Is this like one of those who wore it better things?” He asks with a gestured finger point to the poster, finally tearing his gaze away from the poster to look at the person who had come to stand near him. “‘Cause I’d… win, right?”

— ☏ —

Rebel Without a Cause wasn’t Frankie’s movie. In fact, it probably didn’t even crack the top ten, but she was familiar with the piece. Felicity Freese did have an incomparable obsession with dead men. James Dean, Buddy Holly, her 8th grade math teacher, so Frankie had been forced to sit through double features of Rebel and East of Eden against her own will. It made one wonder why she’d even show up to the drive in if she had seen the movie more times than she’d like to admit. Well, for the vibes, of course! “You’re shitting me, right?” Frankie scoffed, turning her head towards Casey. “You’re like, a total smokeshow Casey. Way more than James Dean because he’s like... dead and stuff,” she tried to emphasize her point by waving her hand around, gesturing towards Casey’s ensemble. 

“Unfortunately, it does look like you’re playing dress up. Just a little. Un poco. But, I’m sure you’ll still get all the babes if that’s what you’re worried about.”

[freeseyourbrain]

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄.

𝐖𝐇𝐎: harvey hargrove the third & open

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓:​​ harvey doesn’t know why he’s here so he’s drinking beer and trying to pretend like it’s not weird 

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: the arcade @ the drive in!

Harvey doesn’t know why the fuck he’s here, so he’s been drinking beer and trying to pretend it’s not weird. Nobody said it was working - it’s not - but the saving grace of having the Southsiders play nice for the night? At least it means that every dirty look he’s been at the receiving end of will probably result in no more than a sneer, instead of thrown fists… At least it means that his Dad will probably nod, and say ‘Good job,’ when he got home from the gathering he was forced into on the Southside instead of continuing the fickle game of sighing and cold shouldering his only son.  That’s how it had been since they had all found Lux’s car. Silence, unless he was being lectured; tension, unless Harvard had enough energy to sigh and point at whatever he needed from Harvey. It was understandable. He knew that his son was hiding something, and Harvey knew he knew… at least he thought it was probably something to do with the broken window on the ‘77 Beetle instead of the gun that was hidden beneath Harvey’s - 

The panic probably would have crashed over him if the sound of the movie starting to his left hadn’t done it first. His eyes flickered toward his car that was parked in a row - the Camaro tonight, with Libby Logan as it’s unmovable front-seat accessory - but he knew he’d just get antsy if he went to try and watch the movie with her. There was too much to look out… Too much to think about. Too many Southsiders to silently piss off with nothing more than the presence of him and his family’s history. 

So, instead, Harvey ventured his way into the arcade. He felt like a little kid again as he swept his eyes over game cabinets, and felt the sparkle of their sounds in his ears. When was the last time he had even carried a quarter? He didn’t know, but after shoving a $20 into the change machine, he wasn’t sure his pockets ever felt so full. 

“I got next game –” Harvey kept his words simple as he slipped one of his coins on top of the machine - his eyes focused on the other’s game… Just as they totally ate it, and ‘GAME OVER!’ danced across the screen. 

“Damn, dude. I was kind of expecting you to last longer than that,”  What was he supposed to do but laugh? “Maybe you should just take my quarter. Practice a little before a Hargrove totally kicks your ass at Pac Man.” 

— ☏ —

Frankie had seen Rebel Without a Cause more times than she’d like to admit, so twenty... thirty... forty-ish minutes into the movie? She just wasn’t vibing with it anymore and she was always so antsy anyways. The past year made it difficult for anyone to stay in one place for long and Frankie found herself in the bowling alley, the drive in, and now the arcade. She wasn’t much of a gamer, but even she succumbed to the joyous feeling of slipping a coin into a game and hearing the adventurous yet ear aching music start up. 

“Motherfucking shit!” She exclaimed, hitting the side of the Pac Man game she was playing. She had just started when her little Pac Man got eaten by a ghost in an instant. Her eyes darted immediately towards Harvey, an accusatory look on her face as if he had caused her lost. 

Frankie reached for the quarter Harvey had laid on top of the machine, toying with it in her hand. “Oh, shut it, you’ve got fingers that would even give the Jolly Green Giant a run for his money. I doubt you could even use the controls without fumbling,” was it a challenge or an insult? Definitely both. She flicked the quarter back over to him. “And I don’t need your charity, pretty boy.”

“Since you’re so confident, show me what you got.”

[astoldbyteller]

HAPPY LUX DAY.

A year of mourning, and a year of chaos. A year of facing the demons that won’t quit knocking at the Gang’s door… and you wanna know what I wanna know? Just what makes the Gang tick about their least favorite ex-blonde. So, for this Meme Day? It’s all about Lux! Pin this to your bulletin board if you feel like participating in the Q&A, and don’t forget to ask as many questions as you send out. Ciao!

🎧: what song reminds you of your relationship with Lux, and why? 

💋: did the two of you ever lock lips? did you want to? 

😱: what’s the biggest secret you ever told Lux? do you think she ever told anyone?

🧣: what season reminds you the most of Lux?

👖: did you ever let her borrow anything of yours? did she ever give it back?

🛒: what was the best gift she ever bought you?

💄: if you could have changed one thing about Lux, what would it have been? 

💍: fmk: lux, [blank], [blank] 

👅: reveal one awful thing you thought about lux. 

👾: what’s the worst thing that lux ever did to you?

🤨: what’s the worst thing you ever saw lux do to somebody else? 

🌶: did you ever get so mad at lux you felt like you wanted to kill her? 

🎞: do you think she was really murdered? 

🍸: what’s your favorite drunken memory with lux? 

✨: did you feel charmed by her? 

😡: are you mad at her for dying? 

😬: imagine you didn’t know she was going to end up dead that night. would you have helped her if she reached out to you? 

😢: did you cry at her funeral? 

😁: are you happy she’s gone? 

👁️: do you ever blame her for the candy girl’s reign? 

 🔪: who do you think killed lux lewis? 

 🔥: if she asked you to commit a crime with her - would you do it? 

💀: if she asked you to help her bury a body… would you? 

⚠️: would you have betrayed her?

😳: did you ever want to punch her? 

[freeseyourbrain]

𝐖𝐇𝐎: frankie freese & @libbylogan​​​​​

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓:​​ frankie left the ice cream van at home!

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: the drive in, harvey’s car

Shit on a brick. Frankie couldn’t bring the ice cream van into the drive in. She had actually tried that, once, and one of the Southsiders that worked at said drive in basically told her to fuck off unless she had some free ice cream for them. With no other vehicle to bring into the place, Frankie decided she’d just penny board on over, maybe catch a few minutes of the flick, and then dick around doing whatever else. Maybe smoke with Rocky or break up Mac’s tongue war with whatever blonde he was with that night (probably Kitty). 

Board tucked underneath her arm, she wasn’t about to shell out any of her money to sit in one of the clunkers for the night. Not when she knew one of her friends would be parked somewhere, she just had to find them. She perused the various cars, until she spotted Harvey’s. Date night with Harvey Hargrove didn’t sound like the bee’s knees, but she’d suck it up if it meant chilling in the passenger seat. 

She walked up, no sight of Harvey, but there was the sight of Libby Logan. Frankie tapped on the glass, attempting to get Libby’s attention. “Hey Libby, Libs, The Libster!” She waved her arms around, pointing at the doorknob to say let me the fuck in. 

[freeseyourbrain]

𝐖𝐇𝐎: frankie freese & @ofsouthsidcrs​​​​​​

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓:​​ bitch ik ur at work or wtvr but i got weed w/ ur name on it!

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: the drive in, baby!

Oh, the drive in. Frankie never cared much for the Southside versus Proper feud. At the end of the day, it didn’t fucking matter and she had learned firsthand just how screwed up Proper was. Maybe even more than the Southside. The drive in was just that to her. She had spent years sneaking in when she didn’t have enough money to watch older movies (Frankie was pretty sure they couldn’t afford to even show new releases), and with her had always been Rocky Zhōu. It’s not like their friendship became a secret, but when Rocky moved, it became harder to have regular hangouts. Balancing her friendship with Rocky versus balancing her friendship with the Gang, since neither seemed interested in getting together again. 

And when Rocky started working at the drive in, Frankie just took that as an initiative to see even more free movies. “Hey sexy lady, you got a number or some shit?” She purred, outside the projection room, tapping her short nails against the door. “Come on, the movie’s playing perfectly fine. Abandon post, Zhōu!” Then with a shit eating grin, she pulled out her cigarette case that held all of her pre-rolled joints. “You know you want it,” she said, waving the case around like a treat for a dog.

[freeseyourbrain]

𝐖𝐇𝐎: frankie freese & @alicealder​​​​​​​​​

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓:​​ bro my ball sucks, can i use yours? actually it’s not broken at all, i just want to chit chat!

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: the bowling alley xoxo

Frankie had no conclusive plan for tonight other than Rebel Without A Cause was playing at the drive in and she was showing up. Point blank. She didn’t even care that it was on the Southside of town. They said they would play nice and with all the campaigning bullshit going on, who was she to say that wouldn’t happen? She did always have the problem of giving others the benefit of the doubt. Their behavior being linked to trauma or however the fuck they were raised. When the movie was finished, it didn’t seem like anyone was leaving, rather than going elsewhere in the drive in to spend their time and always the follower, Frankie followed.

The place was dank. Like, dank beyond repair. Yet, Frankie gave some attendant her last five dollar bill, grabbed a pair of size nines, put them on, and set on her mission to find a half-decent ball. Noticing it was probably one of the few nights the bowling alley actually got busy, Frankie had to settle on a ten pound ball that felt like three pounds and looked like it had seen better days, cracks and scratches adorning the dark purple ball. There was no way this was useable.

Spotting Alice at a lane, she was quick the walk over, the cracked purple ball still in her hands. “You mind if I join you? And maybe bum your ball off of you?” She asked, lifting her ball up to show how beat up it was. “I sense that this will just go in the gutter every time,” whether that was because of the ball itself or Frankie’s lack of athletic skills? Up for debate. Seeing Alice on top of it made her remember Lux. Lux’s memorial was tomorrow. They would have to relive everything from last year once again.

“You holding up okay?” She asked, placing her ball in the rack regardless if she actually used it or not. She plopped down in a nearby seat, folding her arms over her chest. “I know you and Lux were close,” close was simplifying it, but Frankie wasn’t going to press further or say something to make Alice recoil. 

[freeseyourbrain]

𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖓 𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊.

🍕

Cam had a sense, in one way or another that his parents had somehow gotten themselves involved with the Southsiders. He didn’t know how or when it happened just that it did. But just because that was a choice they made, didn’t mean that he had to follow in their footsteps. That was far too much drama and as far as he was concerned a complete waste of time. Sure CCU wasn’t the kind of school he was hoping to have ended up in, but due to circumstances outside of his control it’s where he did end up. Still it was a chance at college that he wasn’t going to waste. Cam had always remained focused on getting good grades, working hard, and maintained his plans of one day getting back to New York. Unfortunately for him, somethings are easier said than done. 

He’d just gotten done getting into yet another debate with a Southsider who seemed hell bent on making special deliveries when he’d go out on his pizza runs. Deliveries that Cam had made clear time and time again that he would not be doing. He remained unaware for how long he’d get away with saying no thanks to his parents involvement but in the meantime his answer seemed to suffice, and as long as no one else asked questions he’d be okay. Which was why he’d completely frozen in his tracks when none other than Frankie Freese approached him. “Saw what?” He asked, as he turned back, the frustration still clear as day on his face. “We were just arguing about tipping amounts.”

— ☏ —

We were just arguing about tipping amounts. Frankie wasn’t a genius by any means, but something she prided herself on was her ability to pick up on body language, facial expressions, and most notably... a lie. “Tipping amounts?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows, clearly not convinced.. For someone who had just been arguing about tipping amounts, Cameron looked fairly peeved about it and considering the amount of business they probably got? She was sure they’d make it by even if one Southsider decided to jip him a buck or two. “It looked like a bit more than just a tip,” granted, anything involving the Southside came with more baggage than one would like. Maybe the Southsider had threatened Cameron. With what? She didn’t know, but it was her only working theory. Unless...

“Oh wait, I get it,” Frankie nodded, feeling as if she accomplished the biggest mystery of all. “You’re scared about your parents finding out that you’re dating a Southsider so you’ve got to play up the whole,” she waved her hands around in the air, “we hate each other thing, is that right? A little Romeo and Juliet action, if you will.”

[freeseyourbrain]

𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖔 𝖛𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓.

Cherry felt strangely nostalgic lately. But that made sense, he’d never lived anywhere else. Walking side by side with Frankie, ice cream in hand. It felt karmically correct. As unjust as it was for two kids to get stuck with all of the weight of Lux’s death and secrets, Cris was glad it was Frankie. Imagine sharing trauma like that with Libby or…god forbid…Harvey? Cris was content where we was at. 

Cris took a piece of funnel cake from his friend, dipping it into his vanilla ice cream cone. “I mean…” He began, absentmindedly chatting while stuffing his face. “I was making a sculpture the other day. Thinking I was just…purely inspired by like femininity and the tragedies that are so often connected to it. But when I was done…it looked exactly like Lux. So…yeah I still think about her. All the fucking time actually.” He explained. “Which is double fucked because I didn’t even like her that much. You would think if we were cursed by someone’s memory it would be like…a good samaritan or a pillar of our community or something.” 

— ☏ —

“I’m sure it was a hot sculpture, at least,” Frankie snorted. Was joking about a dead girl being hot appropriate? Probably not, but Frankie had read that making jokes out of trauma was how people coped. It was how she tried to cope and arguably? Lux was hot. “I don’t think any of us did,” Frankie said, in response to Cris’ comment about liking Lux. “Maybe Mac. He loved her, but I feel like she kept us all six feet away from her,” Lux Lewis was an enigma. Even in death, no one really knew who she was or what she was like. At least, that’s how Frankie felt. “Do you ever think we could have done anything? I don’t know. Sometimes I think that maybe if I tried to get to know her more that maybe...” she shrugged, trailing off on her word.

She continued to walk, picking at her funnel cake. Despite their topic of choice, it felt nice to just be able to meander around Cherry. The sun almost seemed brighter, the water seemed clearer, and kids seemed happier. It felt like Cherry was becoming the shell of what it used to be, even with the Southsiders invasion. “Maybe we could have helped her.”

[freeseyourbrain]

𝐖𝐇𝐎: frankie freese & @castle-cameron​​​​​​

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓:​​ frankie spots cameron in a tussle w/ the southsiders!

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: just somewhere in the general area of the block party?? don’t ask me about geography!

Frankie Freese was observant. She had to be. At least, if you wanted to survive in a town like Cherry you had to keep an eye out. Always have one ear open in case someone decided to jump out from behind a tree and snatch you. It was a terrifying though, but it was true. So, Frankie immediately clocked the sound of hushed words, she turned her head to the sound spotting Cameron Castle with someone. Someone she presumed to be a Southsider based on their outfit. Leather jacket, jeans, piercings, it screamed Southsider to her. She tried to listen in on the conversation, but didn’t manage to pick up any memorable bits. One thing was for sure though. This wasn’t a happy conversation. She could tell that by their body language.

Once the Southsider walked away, Frankie brushed towards the group of people she was clustered against and towards Cameron. “Hey, Castle!” She called out, catching up to him. She didn’t know much about Cameron Castle. Just that he was new to town and his family owned the new pizza place in town. It just didn’t add up to her what kind of issue he would have with a Southsider already. “I saw all that,” she stated, folding her arms across her chest. “You wanna... talk about it? It didn’t seem all that pleasant.”

[freeseyourbrain]

𝐖𝐇𝐎: frankie freese & @libbylogan​​​​​

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓:​​ frankie is attempting to rehabilitate the population of cherry

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: jillian’s little booth

As the horror started to dwindle in Cherry, Frankie had taken it upon herself to reintroduce the gang to fun. Or at least, attempt to bring them all out of their funk. Whether that meant getting drunk on the beach or just listening to their woes, she would be there to offer a beer or an ear. There was no one quite like Libby Logan though who had seemingly had her life turned upside down by the town and her mother. It rattled Frankie’s own brain. She had two loving parents that jumped at any opportunity to help her or listen to her. They were her best friends away from the gang. Maybe that was sad, but call her sentimental! Frankie loved her family. 

Libby had always been pulled away from the group in some capacity. At least, recently. It’s like she had this giant brick wall built around her and Frankie was sure that if she even took a hammer to that wall, it wouldn’t crack. However, that wouldn’t stop Frankie from talking to her. “You know,” she started, turning to Libby. They both had ended up at Jillian’s booth that was set up with an array of vintage pieces. Frankie fiddled around one of the racks, pulling out a striped shirt, adorned by yellows and oranges. It was almost reminiscent of something Libby had probably worn before, but it seemed different. Maybe because she could only picture Libby wearing something red or pink. “I think this would really suit you.”

Frankie turned her body slightly to position it against Libby’s torso, admiring the look, before Libby had any chance to protest. “I mean, you’re totally bangin’. You should start dressing like it,” and what was more bangin’ than a new wardrobe? Frankie was sure someone like Audrina or Zahra would be more equipped to help Libby with the latest fashions, but it didn’t stop her from putting out her own suggestions. 

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𝖆𝖚𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖆 𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗.

🥀 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 .

Even when it wasn’t the Archer’s event to host, Audrina was actively attentive to the needs of all in attendance. Ever so gracious as she offered to refill cups and collect their finished plates. The girl fluttered through the crowd, like a hummingbird pollinating the latest piece of gossip throughout Cherry Proper ( In the hopes she could distract everyone else from the news of her most recent beau. ) However, she was starting to find that fresh – more rugged – faces breaching their quaint little community. ❝ Is it just me, or are we noticing a certain influx of Southside riff-raff here tonight ? ❞ Audrina asked as she poured herself a drink. ❝ I’m sorry but wearing leather in a hundred degree heat is just ridiculous. Even if it is in the name of fashion. ❞ 

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Frankie loved a good party. Not so much when it just entailed Hargrove doing what Hargrove did best. Fool people. She figured this solidified all of the votes. If he somehow merged the Southside and Proper together, even for just one blissful day, he’d be mayor come election season. Frankie didn’t have much of a choice in going to the block party anyway with her dad setting up the ice cream truck on the street. She had broken away from a brief moment, to look for something to eat that wasn’t ice cream. “I think that’s.. sort of the point,” Frankie said, her brows furrowed. The last thing she wanted to hear today was more snobby of the snob. “Don’t you like, wear cocktail dresses when it’s cold out? Or is that just totally practical?” It’s not like Frankie fought for the Southside. Really, she had no loyalty to either side. Proper and Southside were just parts of town after all. Did it matter who lived in them?