Chapter 10~ A Dream

 

- - - - -Robyn- - - - -

           

“Flight 28 is ready to board,” The lady announced clearly over the speakers, “I repeat, flight 28 is ready to board.”

            Frankie turned his head to face me. “Robyn, you know I will come back. I promised,” Frankie assured me.

            “I know. Now go on before you miss your flight,” I forced a smile.

            “California, here we come!” Jesse screamed, “C’mon Frankie! We got a plane to catch!”

            “Give me a sec, Jester!” Frankie shouted back.

            “Love you lots,” I smiled again at Frankie.

            “You too,” Frankie forced a smile and hugged me tightly. He had his arms around me and looked into my eyes. “I know I won’t forget about you, but you can’t forget about me, okay?”

            I laughed while looking down. “You know I won’t.” I gave him a wink. He pulled me closer and our lips touched lightly.

            “Guys! We gotta run!” Greg yelled at us. He had his girlfriend, Lane standing beside him. He pulled on Frankie’s arm and started to drag him across the floor, leaving Lane behind. I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn’t seem to get the words out. I dropped open my mouth a couple times before I finally worked up the courage to speak up.

            “Frankie! Wait!” I screamed at Frankie from a distance. He turned around and saw me holding up my hand. I jogged closer to him.

            “I know this is bad timing, and I know I should have said this before…but I don’t want you to go,” the words burst out of my mouth without letting me know. I bit my lips. Frankie took a deep breath and showed me a look of disappointment.

            “We already talked about this before. I can’t back out now. Singing is my dream,” Frankie gave me a puppy face. I held tightly onto his hands. He looked like he was almost mad at me for even bringing up the subject.

            “You can’t go. California is on the whole opposite side of the country,” I pleaded, hoping that Frankie wouldn’t go. But inside, I knew that the odds of Frankie staying with me and missing out on a chance to become famous were a million to one.

            “God Frankie! We gotta go!” Matt screeched in Frankie’s ears. Frankie took one more look at me and slipped away from my grip. I watched as I let him go off to California. I was sorry that I even tried to keep Frankie from going. I tried to understand that his Dream was important to him, and that it was what he wanted most.

            “You okay, girl?” Lane waved her hands in front of me.

            “Huh? Oh…yeah, I’m good,” I replied softly.

            “Hey, it’s their dream. If I can make it without Greg, you can make it without Frankie,” Lane started to giggle.

            “Yep,” I let out a sigh.

            I caught a cab to bring me home. I stared outside the window most of the way home. It started to rain. It was the beginning of my day, and I could already tell that it was going to be a gloom day.

            I scattered myself on my bed and blinked my eyes. Maybe Morgan was right about Frankie. Maybe Frankie was another Josh after all. Maybe he was just there to help me get through my depression. The pieces didn’t fit, though. If Frankie was there to help me get through my depression, he did a pretty good job at it. But by having Frankie leave made me even more depressed. It just didn’t connect.

            I closed my eyes and thought of the time when I chased Frankie for my candy. I remembered when I fell asleep in his arms and when we first kissed. I woke up the next day, thinking that Frankie was a whole dream. I thought that the whole house-sitting job was fake. I even thought that the Singing Contest was a dream. I wanted to scream and wake up all over again, but then I looked at my garbage and saw the Prozac bottle of pills in there. Maybe some parts of the whole Frankie thing wasn’t a dream.