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Full Circle ► Frackenzie

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“But you’re my charm.” He replied, smirking. His words came out a lot smoother than he had anticipated, and it surprised even himself. No stutter. No awkward face twitching. Perhaps his therapy was working after all. As contact was made by her hand hitting him, Freddie twisted his body away, chuckling as his hands shot up beside his ears. “Okay, okay, I solemnly swear I will not swerve!” He complied, his hands falling back at his sides despite wanting to reach an arm around her shoulders and pull her in.

Only five minutes later and Freddie was pulling on the brakes over the handle bars, bringing them to a smooth stop curbside. “I thought for sure w-we were burning rubber…?” He said, sounding convincingly confused, though he was only pulling her leg. Removing himself from his bike, he quickly removed his bike lock from the body and hooked it up to a pole before turning to Mackenzie. “This way.” He said; his lips pulled into a wide smile as he led her into the ice cream parlour. Fortunately the place wasn’t busy today. Bringing Mackenzie right up to the glass, the lanky teenager looked to her, spreading his arms as he gestured to the bins of ice cream on the other side. “You can get whatever you want, however many scoops you want, however many you want, whichever way you want it.” He enthused. Truthfully, he was more excited over the fact that he was able to do this with her than the ice cream itself. “I’ll have three scoops of cherry on a waffle cone.” He said to the woman serving them, then turned back to Mackenzie, watching her, content, as he waited for her to order.

Mackenzie followed him into the parlor. This was the type of moment that she would defiantly boast to her friends about once she got home. Mackenzie could already imagine how she would construct a text. ‘OMG! you would not believe who I ran into today!’ or something along those lines, that would seem more like some click bait title. She was still relatively new to the texting life, and most of her texts we’re just desperate attempts to fit in, but really, what was the point?

Tapping her finger against her chin, Mackenzie examined her options, each choice looking better than the other. “Hmmm...” She hummed as she contemplated, before she decided to just stick with the familiar, and get vanilla. Mackenzie told her order to the lady, keeping it simple. Mackenzie flashed a small grin at Freddie, and leaned a shoulder on the glass as she waited for the worker to assemble their order. “You've already found the way to my heart.” Mackenzie commented, without thinking too much about what she was saying. “You just have to feed me.” She added, placing a hand on her stomach. How Awkward! She would defiantly be hitting her head against the wall over the comment later, but right then, she didn’t care.

Once the woman handed over Mackenzie’s plain cone, with two scopes of plain ice cream, she made an excited face. Gladly accepting it. “Ooh! Thanks!”

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The idea of the bike suddenly combusting had the teens eyes widening just a beat before his lips began to stretch into a wide smile, a laugh shortly following. God, he missed this girl. “I bet stranger things have happened.” He replied after she finished again. “Maybe not as funny–’cause let’s face it, if it happened like in the cartoons it would be hilarious and people would be awestruck seeing us burnt to a crisp, but we wouldn’t be grossly burnt or anything. Just in need of a shower.” He added, shrugging like it would be no big deal at all. However, as a silence fell over them, Freddie watched as Mackenzie internally debated what he assumed to be her safety with him. He, too, kept quiet, sitting idly on his bike as he didn’t want to pressure her into this and then have it blow up in his face by the two of them falling off for whatever reason – not that he expected that to happen. He was pretty confident in his biking skills, though less so than his skateboarding skills.

Snapping himself out of his own head and back to the present, Mackenzie was like a magnet to his attention, her words filling him with every happiness. Another laugh left Freddie, joyous and light, unlike anything he’d ever sounded like back at the asylum. “I p-promise! Maybe if it was just me I’d go a little crazy, you know, do some swerving.” He said, eyes growing together playfully like it was risky business. He didn’t want to make it seem like he put her up on a pedestal, because he didn’t, but she was the person he cared about the most and therefore he felt the need to be more careful with her for blatant fear of losing her or being the one to actually cause harm. Once Mackenzie was seated and positioned on his handlebars, Freddie used his foot to give them a little momentum forward and then began peddling off down the road; the ice cream place wasn’t too far ahead. Sitting behind her, the wind filled his nose with her scent – the scent he would never forget and never not miss and then out of nowhere the thought hit him: did this count as a date?

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Mackenzie laughed. “Honestly, with my luck, it’s probabloy going to.” She said. “Be careful, Masterson, because I”m a bad luck charm.” Okay, so maybe that wasn’t entirely true, but she couldn’t help but think back on the past. The countless moves because her father couldn’t keep a job. The asylum all together. And the amount of people who died. But she didn’t let the thought cross her mind to much. Only a few seconds. She was happy, and things like that didn’t deserve to be in her mind.

Playfully hitting him, she laughed again. “No Swerving! Or I’m moving back to New Hampshire.” A threat, but not a legit one.

She was glad he tied up her hair at that moment. Freddie probably wouldn’t appreciate a face full of her hair, and she intended to keep him around. She liked Freddie, obviously.

Mackenzie took in every detail her eyes could catch of her new town. She saw her neighbors homes, some of hem we’re outside. They looked normal. Everything looked normal. It was nice.

Once they arrived, she hoped off the bike, and turned to him. “Ah! Look at that! No flames.”

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Pursing his lips and moving them to the far right of his face, a smile was embedded in the awkward expression he took on upon hearing her mocking, in which no offense was taken. “T-Tell me something I-I don’t know.” He joked back with a playful roll of his eyes – before chuckling as he sat down on his bicycle seat and put one foot on one of the peddles. “Yeah, it’s still standing.” He informed Mackenzie, though he wasn’t thrilled about the new paint being chipped variously along the body of the bike. Two weeks ago, Freddie had spent all day in the sun making sure the color was distributed evenly, earning a harsh sunburn on the back of his neck in the process that had only begun to heal recently. His dad would probably be more disappointed than he was despite it not being a big deal at all – Kyle Masterson had always preached to his son that if you were going to do something, you did it right and that was that. No if’s, and’s, or but’s.

At her acceptance of his offer, Freddie’s eyes lit up with sheer excitement. He didn’t mind being her tour guide for the day – in fact, he wanted her to get to know the place he was from; he wanted to share things with her. “Not to, um, be r-really, um…. old school…” Breaking to clear his throat, Freddie glanced down to his handle bars as if to imply that she could sit there while he pedalled the two of them to what he considered to be the place that served the best ice cream in town. There was also the small pegs attached to his back wheel, but he assumed standing might be less comfortable for the ride. “I p-promise I won’t c-crash us. Biking is one of the few things I’m actually good at.” He said humorously, but honestly, perking his brows at her with an exaggerated, flirtatious smile that he attempted to sell the idea with.

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A small smile formed on her face, as she eyed the bike, her eyes catching some small paint chips. Maybe they we’re from his reckless biking, or something else, but she decided to say something about it. “You never know though, you could have the misfortune of it spontaneously combust... Like in cartoons!” The idea of the bike just randomly bursting into flames was, for some reason, very funny to the teen, and it showed because she had to press her lips together to contain a giggle. “But, you know, that is very unlikely.” She added on, with a quick shrug.

Mackenzie began a silent debate with herself the moment he mentioned their form of transportation. She did trust him, and she had taken rides with people on the handle bars, but he did crash the bike not five minutes ago. And she really did not know how his biking skills we’re. “Ah, what the hell!” She thought to herself, gathering ever ounce of free will she had, and treading forward.

Once she was standing near his bike she smiled. “Promise you won’t crash?”

#sorry if theres like random letters in this? I suddenly lost all my ability to type #but imma proof read this the best i can lol #also sorry for slowish replies its the last week of school

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“Y-Yeah – I m-mean I hope so.” Because if this was a dream, waking up from it would then make it a cruel nightmare. Overwhelmed with happiness, Freddie’s smile almost stretched as far back as his ears as he looked Mackenzie over twice before she reached up to clean off some of the dirt that scuffed his face. “I-I wasn’t very, um, graceful, was I?” He asked, chuckling. His mom’s words about being home for lunch were already forgotten and replaced with the idea to spend the rest of the day with Mackenzie instead. Bolingbrook wasn’t particularly known for entertainment, or anything else that would normally catch one’s eye – it was simply a Suburban town that teenagers and kids alike had to learn to make the best of. “Neither did I – b-but – wow! I-I just… I’m still trying to believe this is really happening.” He said, tossing his hands half way up into the air before they fell limp at his sides again; his gaze falling to the grass before drifting over to his bike – crap, the bike!

Eye brows nearly climbing to the top of his forehead, Freddie dove to pick up his source of transportation, wide eyes inspecting every chip of paint. For the most part the bike was fine, no serious damage was detected. He breathed a sigh of relief, holding it by the handle bars next to him as he turned back to the girl, the corners of his lips hooking into another smile as his eyes met hers. “Do… you, um, want to g-go get ice c-cream or something? My treat.” He offered. Thank God he wore the pants that he’d forgotten some money in the pocket just the other day after a water gun fight with his friends. Ice cream was also more low key than a fancy dinner date, which meant less pressure for the male – although he wouldn’t mind taking her to a restaurant, too. Anything that would permit them to spend more time together was absolutely a-okay with him.

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“You we’re as graceful as a swan.” She said in a mock-serious tone, and a stern nod that followed. Of coarse, Mackenzie couldn’t keep a straight face before a small smile cracked. A poker face was defiantly something she would need to work on, being in a new place and all.

When he leaped from where he stood to his bike, Mackenzie took a few small steps forward. “Is it okay?’ She asked, watching him inspect the damage. Judging by the lack of panic when he returned, she just assumed that all was well.

Mackenzie collected her honey-brown hair with her thumbs, and arranged it into a bun, which she fastened with a ponytail that found its home around her wrist. “Ice cream?“ She echoed, taking a glance back to the house. Unpacking was something she had to do eventually, but she figured that a few more moments of putting it off wouldn't hurt. And her Aunt hadn’t yet arrived to the house, so she probably wouldn’t care. Turning her attention back on him, she smiled widely, and nodded. “Yeah, sure.” She chirped. “But I don’t know where anything in this town is, so I strongly suggest you lead the way, or I will get you seriously lost.”

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He knew that voice. – He knew that he knew that voice. Freddie pushed his palms into the grass, lifting himself up slowly as he spat out a little bit of dirt that had made it behind his teeth – he hoped she didn’t see that. Finally turning over to sit on his bottom, Freddie’s eyes lit up as they came upon Mackenzie, adrenaline instantaneously waking up every part of him, willing him to stand despite the burning, dirt hidden scrapes on his nose, knees and elbow. Dusting his hands off on his shorts, a wide smile found his features before he impulsively reached forward, taking her into his arms. “I-I c-can’t believe – w-when did – w-what are you d-doing here?” The boy asked, his stutter heavy more so because of the unbelievable surprise of the situation than because he was nervous. To the contrary, he had become most comfortable with this girl than he had with any other.

Suddenly he was very happy with himself for not calling out any of his friends, although if he had maybe they would be here now to see Mackenzie in person. Surely that would remove any remaining doubt they had. – He was thinking too hard now. Freddie slowly released her, their bodies departing as he took a step back to give her some room. Here she was, the girl he couldn’t get out of his head, right in front of him looking as pretty as she always did, and he was simply a fool who stared too long. “I-I didn’t mean to, um… bombard you with questions. I – uh – I’m happy to s-see you.” He said, chuckling awkwardly as he reached behind his head, fixing his hand in his hair. He didn’t even think to assess the damage the lamp post had done to his bike.

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Being pulled into his arms forced a joyful screech to escape her throat. She wrapped her arms around him, taking in how familiar he once was, how familiar he was now. “It’s so good to see you, Freddie!” She said, pointedly ignoring the other questions, because her feelings we’re still bitter towards the move. Seeing Freddie, made it a bit easier, though. She could already tell.

“Oh my god is it really you?” She let out a little laugh as they pulled away, her eyes examining his face, before they grew together in concern. Seeming to have already forgotten about his smooth move, it took he a moment to realize where the dirt on his face a came from. Tugging on her sleeve, so it covered her hand, She gently wiped some of the dirt off his face.

The look of concern faded, though, and was quickly replaced with a wide smile. She dropped her hand from his face, then pushed up the sleep to about her elbow. “I thought I would never see you again!”

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It had been five long months since Broken had closed and Freddie had returned to his home town of Bolingbrook, Illinois. The move back alone had diminished a quarter of his general anxiety, but he still had a long way to go before he was able to cope with every day life on his own. Freddie’s parents had put him in intensive therapy four times a week as well as a group therapy on weekends, and with school having just ended, it felt to Freddie like talking to doctors was all he did any more – other than think about Mackenzie. She’d been the most prominent thought in his head since he took his first steps outside the doors of the asylum. His friends had reacted the same way he’d told her they would about them – disbelief loud in their whaaaaaat?!’s and no way!’s. Eventually, after days of teasing and re-asked questions to make sure the story checked out, the gang believed him. Owen, one of Freddie’s friends, had told him to forget about Mackenzie, that there was no point in holding onto what he can’t get back. It made sense, too, in a logical way, and although he had agreed with Owen at the time, he hadn’t intended on keeping his word. He missed seeing her every morning at breakfast in the cafeteria and spending time with her during the day. She had become his rock, and he, hers.

Now that summer vacation was here, Jane, Freddie’s mom, was pushing for him to get outside of the house more and do things independently, so simply to avoid a lecture he complied with her suggestions and stood from the kitchen table. “Be back by one o’clock for lunch, okay Freddie?” She called to him, leaning a on the counter with a hand on her hip. “Okay, mom.” The lanky boy replied softly, sticking his hands into his pockets as he headed for the back door. As he pulled it open, he heard his mom mutter under her breath, “you’re too skinny. You need to eat.” He knew she didn’t mean it in a criticising way – no one ever did when they said it like that. She worried out loud, that was all. Freddie slipped on his sneakers and stepped outside, pulling the door closed behind him before he dropped a foot down each step and pulled his bike from the side of the house. Hopping onto the seat, he pedaled through the small space between his house and his neighbours and was off to… somewhere he hadn’t thought of yet.

Despite having the option to call his friends from his cell phone to meet up, he didn’t. He did, however, want company though, just not anyone who could actually be around. The frustration that came with the juxtaposition of his thoughts and what he felt fuelled him to pedal harder, faster – until his hair was sticking to his sweaty face and he was panting for air. It felt good to feel like he was driving his worries away rather than running from them for once. He took a moment to enjoy his breakout of his mental cage by tossing his head back and closing his eyes, seeing his eyelids turn red under the suns light – but when he opened his eyes again, he looked to his left and saw a face that made him wonder if he wasn’t just getting carried away, or if he was now delusional as well. “K-Kenz–” As Freddie’s eyebrows pulled together, the girl effortlessly demanding his attention, the hopeless case steered his bike directly into a lamp post. “–i!” He finished in a screech as he diagonally flipped over his handle bars, landing in a face plant onto someone’s lawn.

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Five months later, and everything felt different for the teenager, and really everything was. She went from staying in an asylum full time, to daily therapy groups at 4 O’clock after school, to weekly groups on Mondays, to monthly meetings with her school counselor on every second Wednesday. It even went to no meetings at all. It was funny for Mackenzie to compare her goals to other girls. When her friend, Hannah, was worried about homecoming Queen, Mackenzie was worried about controlling her anxiety. When A girl she knew named Tia was stressed about trying to impress her crush, Mackenzie stressed about trying to make she that she kept her emotions and everything else in check. And Mackenzie didn’t really worry about dances, or boys, or really anything like that, because Freddie had left a mark that left room for no other.

She knew the chances of ever seeing the boy was slim, and unlikely, but her thoughts still seemed to always find their way to him, no matter how twisted the road was. Hannah would always get excited whenever the now-seventeen year old found herself talking about her asylum love story. She would always claim that their story belong in a movie, or a book, or something like that. Mackenzie usualy would just nod alond and listen to her friend go on, and on, and on about “ships”, and a bunch of other things Mackenzie didn’t care to learn the meanings of. How the two we’re friends was bizarre because Hannah was loud and wild. And Mackenzie was going to miss how oppisite the two we’re. Aunt Kat, Mackenzie’s legal gaurdian, was the queen of impulsive descions, and Mackenzie one year away from the joys of being an adult, had to go along with them. Her new thing, that left Mackenzie protesting was the sudden Idea to pack up everything, and move to a new place a few states away. Leaving all of the bad memories away, and getting a fresh start. Mackenzie didn’t want that, though, bad memories we’re apart of her, and so was the state. She didn’t feel right about leaving a part of her behing to move somewhere new, again. She had come to the conclusion that it was all just completely useless, and fresh starts weren’t a thing. But her aunt disagreed. So Mackenzie found Herself having a staring contest with a new house, in a new town, in Illinois. A unfamiliar places, with more than enough familiar faces. Mackenzie was not aware of how long she spent standing infront of the home, blankly staring at it as the world kept mocing around her, but one thing seemed to break her from her trance. The sound of a body hitting the ground. With a jump, her legs started to move forward before she could tell them to. “Hey, are you okay?” She called out as she approached the other. Her eyes almost widened at the sight of the familiar figure. “Oh my god...” She said, a wide smile taking of her features. “No way!”

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"I get it. Now fuck off!" Sammy snapped, slamming his hands on the table as he stood up.

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I don’t have to help you with this.

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“This is my Aunt’s twitter, so it has to be like way good.” She looked at him for a bit, tapping the phone against her hand. “As you can probably tell I suck at this whole creativity thing.

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Y-You could t-talk about all the p-pills here… makes her s-sound like a p-pill p-popper? That, um, might g-get her into t-trouble though… if the wrong p-person see’s it. How did you, um, g-get her phone?

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"Or maybe she has like a huge crush a celebrity?" A smile appeared across her lips. "So like nothing to harmful, but still funny?" She said with small shrug. "Hmm? Oh, she left it here."

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Um… I d-don’t know, if it w-was me it w-would probably be something about missing videos games. [He chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck] You could p-post about my facial hair, or… n-not, but it has to have something w-with hash-tags. I think that’s p-proper Twitter etiquette.

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“This is my Aunt’s twitter, so it has to be like way good.” She looked at him for a bit, tapping the phone against her hand. “As you can probably tell I suck at this whole creativity thing.