Frankie August Was Here (updated!)
ZanarkandFayth:
Thanks guys. ^^ I haven't been able to log in because I didn't know that InSimenator had a new address. But all is well now and updates will be coming up soon.
ZanarkandFayth:
Quote from: LadyAzmodan on December 08, 2008, 04:15:23 pm
this sounds so close to a plot summary i have laying about i had thought of doing. But yours are like a million times better! wow! i think its really really good! ;D So i will just delete my own 'dysfunctional family' plot summary, and sit back and enjoy yours!
YAY!
;)
AH! Don't make me stop you from writing your story! I love your stuff, and I would feel so bad if I made you not do something. :(
ZanarkandFayth:
Two
"Yeah, guys," I said, walking into the living room to the sight of Patrick and Bonnie practically glued together on the couch. They both laughed, paying me no mind. "That's what you want to see when you first get home." Patrick rolled his eyes and looked over Bonnie's shoulder with his wicked smile.
"You like it, don't deny it," he said, shaking his head.
I groaned and covered my face, thanking God that we were only related through our mother. I was sure that the dork genetics, though on our mother's side, was also from his dad, and when the two came together they made the terrible two-some, Patrick and Antony. I'd only gotten the geekiness from one side of the family, at least that's what I assumed. I'd ever really sat down long enough with my own dad to get to know him well enough to say whether his dork-hood had been transferred over to me.
"Pat, you're embarassing," I mumbled. Bonnie turned her head to me, an eyebrow cocked. I waved her off. "You're embarassing, too, Bonnie. Just...not in a familial way." Satisfied, she went back to cuddling as far against my brother as humanly possible. Gag me with a spoon, seriously.
Vinnie grabbed me from behind and pulled me into a quick hug. He was the only partially sane one in the house; kept everything and everyone together and from tearing each other's arms off and beating them with it. "Hey, honey," he said, squeezing me hard before letting me go. He pulled away with a strange look on his face. His eyes flashed to the card holder on the wall and grinned.
"Birthday card," he said simply.
Right on time, daddy dear, I thought, remembering the almost clockwork way his mailing of my holiday/birthday cards was.
"Ah," Antony said from the table, turning to Charlie with a small smile. "Super Dad strikes again." They both laughed, their own little joke. In reality, it was pretty bad. Vinnie spoke to his dad maybe once a year, to try to convince him to come over for Christmas, but he never did, never concidered it. Why, I wasn't sure. The two, for one reason or another, had never really gotten along too well. We always had trouble tracking down Antony and Patrick's dad, he was always traveling, and after Mom left Charlie's dad for the twin's dad, we hadn't heard from him again.
Super Dad, my ass, I thought. He could never remember that my name was Francoise, not Frances. It never mattered, of course, because besides Dear Frances he just called me Frankie for the rest of the letter.
Antony pursed his lips, watching me from the table. He sighed, his shoulders dropping. "I'm only kidding, Frankie," he said, pecking me on the cheek quickly. He nodded toward the stairs. "Come on. I've got something to show you."
I smiled. I loved Antony's surprises.
We raced up the stairs, though Antony didn't stop on the way to the room that the twins and I shared. But I could never get past Jared's room without stopping and staring. The door was always locked and closed, and almost no sound ever came out of his room. My brother had become a hermit a few years before we'd all left our mom. We wouldn't see him for weeks, sometimes months, on end. I couldn't tell you exactly what he looks like, or what his voice sounds like--
"Frankie!" Antony yelled from our room, dancing in the doorway impatiently. I nodded and ran inside, completely awed by what I saw.
"Antony, this is gorgeous!" I squealed, falling on my knees and inching closer to the graffitied walls. Antony had always had a knack for the dark and twisted, having drawn things around his and Patrick's bed. I'd begged him before to do something around more of the room itself, but had always been adamant that his art would stay on one side of the room and one side only.
"Thanks, Tony," I said, leaping into a hug. He said a silent thank you that I heard loud and clear. I looked at the originals all around his bed like twisted nightmares personified in ink. I squeezed him, looking on and remembering that Jared had never even been in our room.
I wondered what he would have done if he saw what Antony had drawn on the walls. I wondered if he would have liked them--loved them--scolded him for drawing on the walls, praised him for his creativity...
...I also wondered if he just truly didn't care.
Hanomaru:
Amazing stuff! This looks like it's gearing up to be an awesome story. A+ Will read again!
hellosun:
Wow. :eek: I'll be on the look out for updates.
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