So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
~Sarah McLachlan
Angel (Revisited)
Frankie smiled softly as she looked into Bianca's eyes. She felt the pull of desire, but she fought it back. As much as she wanted to kiss her, to let go of everything Proteus had ever said, she knew she couldn't. To do that would put Bianca in danger, and she couldn't bear that. She cleared her throat as she pulled the punk shirt out of the pile of clothes she had just folded.
"Well, you'd better get going; your mom's probably freaked." She held out the shirt to Bianca. An idea struck her. "Hey, after you get changed, you want me to give you a makeover? I could do your hair and stuff...your mom'll have a cow!" Bianca grinned.
"Yeah! Just let me get changed. I'll be right back." Frankie sat down on the bed as Bianca shut the door to the bathroom. Why am I leading her on like this? I should just push her away completely, but I can't...am I falling in love with her? She didn't even have to ask the question; she knew the answer. She was broken from her thoughts by her cell phone ringing. She answered it, knowing who was on the other line.
"Yeah?" She said into the receiver. The ever-familiar computer-voice responded.
"You need to get rid of your little girlfriend. I need you to do something."
"What do you want?" She asked, a little shocked at her newly grown nerve.
"I'll call back in five minutes. She'd better be gone." She heard the click, and put the phone away just as Bianca emerged from the bathroom.
"Wow." She can have the shirt. She looks amazing. Bianca blushed.
"So, you ready to give me that makeover?" Frankie thought briefly of what Proteus had said, and considered telling Bianca that she had to go. When she looked into the girl's hopeful eyes, however, she couldn't help herself.
"Okay." They situated themselves so that Frankie had access to Bianca's hair, and Frankie started to work her magic. Bianca's head was tingling from the frequent touches of Frankie's hands. She thought back to when the girl was painting her nails, and she thought, Man, I wouldn't care if she totally sucked at this...I'd want her to do my hair and nails all the time...
Frankie was about halfway through with Bianca's hair, she heard her cell phone ring. She felt her heart sink into her stomach.
"Shouldn't you answer that?" Bianca asked. Oh, Bianca, if you only knew...
"Nah...they'll call back later." They'll be ticked off, too... She shrugged and continued with Bianca's hair.
When she finished her hair, she added the finishing touch: The huge hoop earrings she had received from Proteus. She didn't even know why he thought she'd like them; she wasn't a jewelry person, really...
"There ya go. Good luck with your mom." Bianca smiled.
"Thanks." She said as she pulled Frankie into a final hug. "I'll call you when I'm done dealing with her, ok?" Frankie nodded. "Okay. I'll see ya later then." She smiled, briefly putting her hand on Frankie's shoulder before she exited the room. Precisely when she heard Bianca's car pull away, Frankie heard her phone ring again. It was times like these, when it was obvious Proteus was watching her, that really creeped her out.
