Week Seventeen: Thursday, July 26th
Who: Frankie and Max When: Thursday evening Where: front lawn outside school What: flying!
Walking Tesla and Hugo was proving to be one hell of a job. No one could say that Frankie wasn't earning the money Wes gave her. The dogs were slightly bonkers, and had her running all over the place every time she took them walking. But, she managed to keep up with them, and they enjoyed her company it seemed. She'd never been licked so much in her life! Ha!
After the hour together had passed, Frankie returned the beasts to their owner and went back to her dorm to clean up. Tonight wasn't a date, at least she didn't think it was. She would have liked for it to be, but Max didn't seem all that interested in her. Sucked big time. She didn't know what she was doing wrong with men. Did all girls go through this when they first started dating? And did it get easier with time?
She hated her lack of experience and knowledge of this world. She'd been such an outsider for so long, and then was thrust into the normal young adult world without a clue how to navigate it. What was the right way to flirt? How did you go about telling a guy you like him? Who made good boyfriend material? All things she didn't know, and she wasn't sure who to ask. Perhaps everyone just stumbled along, made a lot of mistakes, and eventually figured it out.
Perhaps she should just stop thinking so much about it, and enjoy life. Yeah. Good plan.
She showered (steaming hot as always), dressed in some track pants and a tank top with a low cut back to allow her wings freedom, then grabbed her phone and keys. She snagged a sweat shirt that had holes cut in the back as well, something we wear if she got cold, which was often. All ready, she headed out to the front lawn to meet Max, hopeful she'd at least make a new friend and maybe improve upon her flying.