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The sun beamed with brightness as the clouds aligned perfectly to make a decent amount of shade, the wind breeze blew so gently as if to caress one's face ever so carefully, not to mention the fresh air that felt so warm and welcoming.. It was honestly such a refreshing feeling.

Too bad Y/N was in a taxi, in the bustling road, full of traffic and angry office workers late on their daily shift of pressing their chipped keyboard and getting yelled at by their bosses and what not.

Y/N sighed deeply and leaned their head against the window. "I swear to whatever's up there, dad.. If this damn taxi doesn't move in the next five minutes, there might be a news report about mass murder on the highway." Y/N flashed their father a tired yet condescending glare. 

Y/N's father chuckled softly and waved a dismissive hand. "It's worse in America, you know this." He smirked, finding his kid's attitude to be just silly. He honestly didn't mind the traffic, if anything, it strangely made him feel welcome. He remembers how it was, back in his day. The traffic would last hours. It was comical now that he remembers it. 

Y/N groaned and crossed their arms at their father's ignorance. "Seriously? We've been waiting for an hour and we've not moved for five feet.. Why is the driver not even annoyed at this?!" Y/N's eyes paced back and forth from their father to the driver. 

"Ah. You know how it is. The driver is eh.. Used to how it is, honestly." Y/N's father shrugs and laughs. "Enjoy the ride, little one. You must appreciate the journey back to your home, then that way you will learn to appreciate being at home more!" 

"That.. I don't think your sentence is correct." Y/N lifts a brow as their father just stares out the window, kicking his feet to the Mexican radio.

Suddenly though, Y/N heard the engines of cars start and they knew it was finally time for the taxi to move.. Even if it was a little bit. 

"Yes, yes! Finally!" Y/N exclaimed. They were so ecstatic for the vehicle to finally move. They could see a bunch of other cars finally move on. Although, after what felt like a whole minute.. The car in front of them did not move at all. Y/N lifts a brow at this and peeks out the window. All the other cars moved on from the front, so why isn't this one moving?

"What the hell is this nutjob doing?! Why are they not moving?!" Y/N exclaimed, the driver seems worried about Y/N's behavior and tried to calm them down a little. 

"Eh... Please, just sit down. They probably have a problem or something..." The driver said nervously. He didn't know if Y/N understood him because, well.. They were speaking too much English and it was confusing him.

Y/N ignored this and groaned. "Seriously!—" Before they could speak further though, they were cut off by their father holding up a hand to silence them. 

"Quiet now. We can just go see the problem ourselves. Sir I hope you don't mind we'll just be out in a bit." Y/N's father smiled softly as he left the car to maybe have a word with the van owner in front of them.

Y/N is a bit surprised at their father's forwardness but he doesn't go against the idea and exits the taxi too, much to the driver's dismay. 

Y/N's father knocks at the window and clears his throat. The window was tinted. He didn't like tinted windows. It holds suspicion and it was illegal in some parts of America too. 

"Hello? Is there a problem with your vehicle? Are you having some trouble by any chance?" Y/N's father waited patiently as Y/N went and stood beside him. 

After a minute or two the driver of the van decided to finally converse with the two and rolled down his window, and finally, they get a look at the man. 

He had dark, messy hair, some unshaved itchy-looking stubble, and honestly he reeked of cigarettes. He wore a blue-ish shirt that kind of had a faint smell of vanilla scented perfume, but the most intriguing detail about him we're his eyes. So dark.. And strange.. Y/N felt strangely captivated by this. Although that was only his point of view, for his father, he only viewed the driver as a smelly, unattractive man.

"What." The driver blurted out, his voice that was so deep and gruff caught them both off guard. 

Y/N's father sheepishly laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Haha, well you see. You've been kind of parked here for a quite some time now.. Is there a reason as to why your van is—" Y/N's father was immediately cut off by the man as he laughed it off.

"Oh don't worry about it. Breaks down sometimes.. You can just wait it out with me, honestly." The man seemed to be not bothered by the fact they were holding up traffic and even seemed proud of it. The man then smirked, that was kind of Y/N's switch to snap.

Y/N was pissed. 

"Dude seriously— Just pull it over or whatever then! Are you.. You can't just wait for your van to start up again you nutjob! You're holding up tons of traffic! We did not wait that long just for your ass to break down on this damn road, and it's HOT like hell out here man! Some people are just tryna' go home and eat some of em' tacos and tamale's bro! So why don't you take your little bootleg, broke dude hotwheels edition looking ass van out of the road so we can finally get a move on?!" Y/N exclaimed. Though.. It was kind of obvious that the man understood little to no English as he gave him a confused yet judgemental stare.  

"What?" 

Y/N sighed in deep dismay. They were just too intellectual for the man, sadly..

Y/N's father pinched them slightly and gave a slight glare. "Don't snap on people like that." He then averted his attention back to the man and sighed. 

"Sorry for my kid's outburst.. But listen, could you get your car off the road, please? You're holding up traffic, if it's broken just pull over and call a tow or whatever, don't wait to fuck around and find out, okay?" Y/N's father gave a pleading expression. Though half-hearted. 

Y/N rolled their eyes and crossed their arms as they whispered to themselves. "You always take the friendlier way out.. Never fighting back.." 

The man, awfully enough, seemed to have started to feel bad. Or.. Pissed off, at least. "Fine, fine. Whatever." As he was about to pull over his vehicle he pauses as he glances at Y/N. "Tell yer' kid to watch that mouth of theirs. Much too rude. Tsk, tsk, tsk." He makes that annoying sound a disappointed parent would make as he rolled off to the side of the road, smirking at Y/N because he knew that somehow pissed them off. 

Y/N scoffed and glared at the driver. "That idiotic smug dipshit.."

"Language." Y/N's father said as he shrugged and walked back to the taxi. "It's all fixed now. Thanks to your.. Childlike way of sorting things out."

Y/N rolls their eyes. "That was not childlike, I was just using my right to freedom of speech." 

Y/N's father chuckles and shakes his head. "You're something else, Y/N L/N." 

As their vehicle finally started moving, they felt a significant satisfaction as they made their way home. Y/N glanced at the driver of the van one last time from the window and the two made eye contact. Y/N immediately looked away. Sheesh.. How creepy. They laid back in their seat and tried to brush off the entire interaction. They just wanted to be back at their family home. 

» After a while of driving and a bit more of traffic, atlas, they finally made it back to their home sweet home. Y/N smiled cheerfully as they got off the taxi and carried their luggage as their father payed the fee of the ride. Y/N couldn't help but feel skiddish as they smiled to their father.

"We're home, dad." Y/N smiled. 

Their father just simply smirked though as he opened the door to their house, and inside awaited their beloved family.

In under a minute the house was immediately filled with screams and tears of joy as the family embraced each other in warm, loving arms. 

Y/N was kind of embarrassed because it's been so long.. And everyone looked so different from when they were a kid. Especially the house. It was now painted white instead of that sweet chipping baby blue that Y/N remembered drawing over. Ah, how unfortunate. 

Y/N was suddenly snapped out of their thoughts when they felt someone hug them from behind, surprisingly them greatly. 

"Oh Y/N you've grown so much! Look at you! What a fine thing you've grown into." The sweet smelling lavender hair and the gentle voice that reached out to Y/N caused them to immediately remember who this person was. 

"Aunt Lila! Omg, heyyy!" Y/N chuckled as they hugged their aunt with open arms. 

"You've changed, but you're still that same silly little critter aren't ya?" Lila said, pinching Y/N's cheeks. 

"Aunt Lila stop—" Y/N was blushing in embarrassment, when they suddenly felt something hug their leg. Y/N looked down, only to be greeted with the cutest little kid ever. I'm sure you know who this kiddo is. 

Y/N smiled warmly and squatted down. "Awee, hey there!" Y/N chuckled as they patted the kid gently on the head. 

"Do you like my son? He's just the cutest isn't he?" Lila smiled warmly upon seeing Y/N interact with his beloved son. 

Y/N smiled softly. "Uh, yeah. He's much more tolerable than the kids back in the states." Y/N shivers upon the memory. "They're the worst." 

Y/N's father was currently having a typical crying "I missed you so much" scene with Y/N's mother as the two hugged it out like in some kind of telenovela or something. 

Everything seemed to be going so swell. Everyone was having fun, and things were beginning to feel like home again. Y/N can't help but wonder, what could go wrong now?

Unfortunately though, as if the universe decided that one day full of happiness was too much, the door was suddenly kicked open, revealing a massive figure dressed in a heavy coat yet with familiar clothing, and a certain scent. 

Y/N's eyes widened as they realized who the hell was at the door. It was the same douche from earlier. Dear God. What is he doing here?

The man from earlier smirked as people greeted him inside, he placed some beer on the table and spoke with his deep voice as he conversed with the people. Y/N could only make up a bit of what was being said.

"Hey, hey! So, where's these.. Where are the 'balikbayans' at?" He seemed enthusiastic. 

'Don't tell me he has some sort of relation with the family me and dad don't know about..' Y/N thought in their head as they glanced at the man and attempted to hide themselves into the crowd. 

The man conversed with some people a bit more before someone suddenly pointed at Y/N's direction, causing the man to smirk and try to approach Y/N.

Dear God. He's approaching! Y/N panicked and turned around, trying to act like they never noticed him.

The man suddenly tapped on their shoulder and greeted him.

"Hey. Are you the fella returning from the states?" The man said, taking a sip of his drink.

Y/N breathed nervously, sheepishly turning around. Acting uninterested. "Who's asking?"

The man looks surprised and smirks, playfully hitting them. "I didn't know you were that kid that was coming back from America!" He grins. Eyeing Y/N up and down. 

"Excuse me.. For my actions earlier. If I had known, you know I would have been more.. Nicer." The man speaks with his thick accent which honestly sounds alluring silly. 

Y/N rolled their eyes. "It's whatever. Anyhow I see you probably managed to get your van 'fixed', hm? What was even wrong with it in the first place?" Y/N taunts, pouting slightly, an obvious dislike for the man was noticed. 

"Lack of gas.. Or, I mean, I ran out of gas." The man chuckles. Seeing that the kid was still upset from earlier. "Forgive me. I am not always like that, really! I can be a charmer at times." He smirks.

Y/N is reluctant to let this guy befriend them easily. "Charmed." They say, flashing a dead panned expression. "Anyway do you just plan to try to get a rise out of me all day or do you wanna talk to dad too? Because you'll probably get more of a reaction from him more than me." 

The man laughs. "Not very likely. Anyway, we are conversing, no?" He lets out a hand. "I'm Frank." 

Y/N sighs, they were cold, not rude. They roll their eyes as he takes the man's hand and shakes it firmly. They notice how massive Frank's hands were. They felt rough and calloused, yet warm and welcoming. Frank rubbed his thumb on the back of Y/N's hand. It was soft and quite small, he honestly found it cute.

Y/N blushed faintly and shaked the thought away as they crossed their arms. "So," they blurt out, eyeing the man. "What's your relation with the family?" 

Frank hums in acknowledgement to this question. "No direct relation. You know miss Lila?" Y/N perks up from the mention of his aunt. "She's a close friend of mine. She invited me over and I couldn't say no to a party. Reminds me of the good old days.." 

Y/N hums. "So miss Lila is the reason you're here.. Well.. You know I hold great respect for miss Lila.." Y/N sounds agitated. "I hope you do the same. She's a brave woman, and her kid is wonderful!" 

Frank laughs at the adoration this kid has for their aunt, but he also noticed their voice laced with agitation. "How sweet. But anyhow I do hold some respect to her as well. She is a lovely gal." He glances around the room. "Do you drink?" 

Y/N is caught off guard at the random question. "I mean.. Not really..? Why?" They lift a brow, suspicious.

Frank grabs a wine glass and hands it to Y/N. "I want to know you better. What do you like to drink?" His strange way of getting to know Y/N more was kind of silly and weird, but I mean.. Why not though, right?

Y/N takes the glass and holds it in their hand for a moment. They don't have a lot of experience with drinking, so they don't know to be honest. They recall the first time they ever drank an alcoholic beverage. They hum. "I guess.. Regular red wine is nice." 

Frank laughs and slaps the kid's back. "Red wine huh? Not much of a drinker are you? Well then, cheers to red wine and a nice warm whiskey." He says, clinking the glasses together as he chugged his drink, Y/N was puzzled. They didn't have anything in their glass, should they be putting something and drinking with him?

Frank notices Y/N's reluctance and chuckles, taking the glass back and patting them gently. "Take it easy now. I'll be seeing you around, Y/N." 

The way Frank said Y/N's name and had it perfectly roll on his tongue sounded so... Different as to how they've heard people say it before. Maybe it's his accent or his voice but they just can't help but feel squimish upon hearing it.

"Um. Yeah, I'll see you I guess." 

Frank waves nods goodbye and disappears into the crowd. Huh. So he thinks he can just cheer down a drink and think we're in good terms now? No way! He'll have to try harder than that. 

And as the party continues, so does the longing feeling of curiosity within Y/N. They wonder what Frank might bring into their life. Because he certainly is bringing a burden into it at the moment.

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Y/N leaned against a wall, sipping on their half empty cup, lost in thought. Frank's unexpected appearance and his peculiar way of making amends left Y/N feeling a mix of annoyance and curiosity. While part of them wanted to dismiss Frank as an irritating presence, another part was intrigued by the mystery he seemed to carry with him.

Watching Frank mingle with the family, Y/N couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to him than met the eye. 

As the night progressed, Y/N found themselves drawn into conversations with other family members, catching up on lost time and sharing stories from their time away. Yet, every so often, their gaze would drift towards Frank, who seemed to be at ease among the crowd, laughing and chatting with anyone who approached him. Despite their initial reservations, Y/N couldn't help but feel a growing curiosity about Frank. 

Distracted by their thoughts, Y/N barely noticed when Lila approached them, a warm smile on her face.

"Y/N, dear. You still feeling energetic or do you feel like laying it off soon? Because you're starting to look exhausted honey." Lila said softly, smiling at them.

Y/N sheepishly forced a smile upon their tired face. "Oh I'm fine! I mean, I missed how the parties would last hours here, you know? I can handle a few more hours, trust me."

Aunt Lila chuckled, placing a gentle hand on Y/N's shoulder tense shoulder. "If you say so." She pauses for a moment, observing everyone in the party. She then looks back at Y/N. "Honestly I might have to go home soon though." She spares a glance at her tired son tying to keep up at the couch. "It's definitely past skid's bed time and it isn't healthy for him to stay up.. And neither is it for me." She sighs. "I'll have to go soon. Enjoy the rest of the party, Y/N. We're glad to have you back. Tell your father I said goodbye!" Lila then gives Y/N a short yet loving embrace, waving goodbye as she carries her son and greets goodbye to some people as well before ultimately leaving the house. 

As Lila walked away, Y/N felt a pang of guilt for not noticing her exhaustion earlier. Watching her leave with her sleepy son, they realized how much had changed since they'd been away. From the family dynamics to the unspoken stories. 

Left alone once more, Y/N took a moment to collect their thoughts. Deciding to take a break from the crowd as they wandered towards the quieter parts of the house. More preferably the balcony upstairs, I mean, if it was still there at least. 

Y/N sighed, relived to notice that there wasn't much people up here except closer relatives which were much too busy to pay any attention to them. Y/N slyly walked into the balcony and leaned against the railing, taking a blow of the cold nightly wind.

Y/N pauses as they stare into their city which they had lived in as a kid, making notes on what changed and what stayed. The differences were great and this amused him, over the span of ten years everything seemed to have changed, they wish they could have appreciated their home more as a kid.

Y/N was suddenly snapped from their train of thoughts though as they heard a heavy pair of footsteps approaching. They groaned. Great, company. 

Turning around, Y/N found Frank standing at the entrance of the balcony, a contemplative look on his face. For a moment, there was an awkward silence between them, the noise from the party muffled by the closed glass door.

"Didn't mean to intrude," Frank began, his voice softer than Y/N expected. "Just needed a breather from the crowd."

Y/N decided to just brush it off and take their eyes off the guy. Although they were still pretty annoyed their peaceful alone time was cut short. "Whatever. Same here I guess."

Frank hummed and took steps towards the railing, leaning against it with a comfortable distance from Y/N.

Y/N's eyes widen a little, they felt the railing push out a bit as Frank leaned in, they decided to stop leaning on it just in case the big guy accidentally breaks the damn thing. 

Y/N nervously glances at the older man, speaking sheepishly. "Careful there, big guy. Wouldn't want to be responsible for breaking the balcony."

Frank let out a slight chuckle, the tension in the air dissipating slightly. "I see," he conceded, adjusting his stance. "Didn't mean to scare you a bit." 

Y/N shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the lingering tension. "No harm done. Just didn't expect you to be the balcony-crashing type."

Frank raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips. "And what type did you expect me to be?"

Y/N chuckled softly, meeting Frank's gaze. "Honestly? Still trying to figure that out."

There was a brief pause as both seemed to size each other up, curiosity evident in their expressions. The city lights shimmered in the distance, casting a gentle glow on their faces.

Frank sighs and starts rummaging through his pockets a bit, as the wind blew past them Y/N noticed a lingering scent of booze and that vanilla perfume. Y/N lifts a brow, wondering what might he be searching for.

After a while Frank finally pulls out what appears to be a pack of cigarettes. Of course. Frank searched his pockets a little more and sighs. "Shit. Hey, uh. Do you have a lighter?" Frank looked at Y/N, awaiting their response.

Y/N was reluctant to fulfill Frank's request. He did have a lighter, it was a Zippo lighter. Although they don't smoke he just has it because they thought it was pretty cool. Y/N sighs. "Whatever man." They hand the lighter to Frank and lightly brushes theirs fingers against his.

Frank smiled, placing his cigarette between his lips as he tries to block the wind with his hand and the other trying to light up the cigarette. Once lit up Frank handed back the lighter and blew out some smoke. "Thanks."

Y/N places the lighter back in their pocket and grimaces upon smelling the smoke from the cigarette. It wasn't a comfortable scent. Y/N waves a hand from their face and turns away, taking a few steps back, Frank lifts a brow at this. 

"Don't you smoke?" Frank asked, taking the cigarette between his fingers.

Y/N shaked their head. "I don't. The smell sucks ass man." Y/N sighed, furrowing their brows. 

Frank takes note of this yet smirks. "Why is that? Don't you.. Why do you have a lighter then?" He smirks. "You're sounding like a hypocrite." 

Y/N takes slight offense to this and flashes a slight glare. "Can't people just have stuff without indulging in the main activity?"

Frank chuckles slightly. "That's like if someone had a basketball yet they didn't play the sport whatsoever. You have to admit, it's weird." He blows out some smoke.

Y/N rolls their eyes. "I guess.. I indulge in a different activity when I use my lighter, then." Y/N states, pouting. 

Frank lifts a brow. "Arson?"

Y/N's eyes widen and even they sound shocked. "W-What?! No— Of course not—" Y/N places a hand in front of their mouth and furrows his brows, they can't help but suppress a smile. What an idiot. "I do tricks with it, man.. I'm not a criminal." They roll their eyes and shoot Frank a tense glare. 

"Ah. I see." Frank chuckles sheepishly. "May I see these.. 'Tricks'?" 

Y/N pauses for a moment, smirking. They have been practicing these tricks for a while and never really showed anyone. I guess it was their time to shine.. Or show off, really.

With a flick of their thumb, Y/N sparked the Zippo lighter to life, the flame dancing at the tip. With practiced ease, they began to perform a series of intricate tricks, flipping the lighter between their fingers, passing it behind their back, and twirling it in the air. The flame remained steady throughout, casting a warm glow on their face.

Frank watched with genuine interest, his initial skepticism replaced by fascination. As Y/N executed each trick flawlessly, Frank found himself impressed by their skill and dexterity.

After a final flourish, Y/N extinguished the flame and hid it back in their pocket with a triumphant yet smug grin. "You have to admit, I'm pretty cool, no?"

Frank chuckled, nodding appreciatively. "Impressive. I've never seen anyone do that with a lighter before."

Y/N shrugged modestly, their cheeks tinted with a hint of pride. "Just a little hobby of mine."

Frank hums in acknowledgement. "Do you wanna see what I can do next?" He smirks.

Y/N lifts a brow, interested as to what Frank may have in store for them. "Eh sure. Like you could do anything cooler than me." Y/N keeps their cocky grin and watches Frank as he searches for something in his pocket.

Frank grinned as he felt what he was looking for in his pocket. "You might have to back off in case I might mess up, which is honestly, very unlikely." He flashes his own cocky grin and with a flick of his wrist, he throws something in the air and catches it flawlessly back in his hand. Y/N takes a moment to process what he just caught and realizes it was a knife. 

"Woah, careful there bud, I'm not tryna' get stabbed over here." Y/N backed off slightly, nervous.

Frank chuckles. "You won't get hurt, you know I wouldn't even try." He takes the cigarette from his other hand and offers it to Y/N. "Hold it for me, yeah?" 

Y/N is reluctant but takes the cigarette anyway, watching Frank with caution and paranoia that he might somehow slip up and that would be Y/N's end. 

Frank held the butterfly knife and tweaked it a little, seeing if the screws were just right. Not too loose, not too tight. Once checked he grins. "Now watch me, sugar." 

With a confident flick of his wrist, Frank began to manipulate the butterfly knife with a fluidity and precision that was mesmerizing. The blade danced between his fingers, flipping and twirling in a series of intricate maneuvers that showcased his skill and control.

The knife moved gracefully through the air, catching the ambient light and casting a dazzling display of reflections. Frank's movements were smooth and calculated, each flip perfectly timed and executed with ease.

Y/N watched with a mixture of awe and apprehension, their eyes locked onto the spinning blade as it moved effortlessly through Frank's fingers. Despite their initial concerns, there was an undeniable beauty in the way Frank handled the knife, a testament to his experience and dexterity.

After a few moments of impressive display, Frank caught the butterfly knife with a flourish, closing it safely and tucking it back into his pocket. He reclaimed his cigarette from Y/N with a triumphant smile.

"There you go," Frank said, exhaling a plume of smoke. "No injuries, just like I promised."

Y/N let out a breath they hadn't realized they were holding, offering Frank a reluctant nod of approval. "I have to admit, that was pretty impressive. But also a little terrifying."

Frank chuckled, taking another drag from his cigarette. "Life's full of risks, but it's all about trust, right?"

Y/N smirked, rolling their eyes playfully. "Trust is earned, not given, big guy."

Frank nodded in agreement, his eyes meeting Y/N's with a hint of sincerity. "Fair enough. What does it take for me to finally gain yours?"

Y/N chuckled and leaned back against the railing. 

"Well for starters, not crashing balconies nor wielding knives would be a good start." Y/N laughs softly. 

Frank lifts a brow, taking a drag off his cigarette. "I am not crashing the balcony though?" He pauses, seemingly confused, still he grins. "Can't you trust me with a blade? I mean, you could have burnt this house down with your lighter but you didn't, and I trusted you."

Y/N smirked, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "Well, if you put it that way, I guess we're even then. But remember, trust isn't just about not causing harm; it's also about understanding and respect." 

Frank nodded thoughtfully, taking another drag from his cigarette. "Understood," he said, exhaling a stream of smoke into the night air. "I'll keep that in mind."

The two stood in comfortable silence for a moment, the soft glow of the city lights providing a serene backdrop to their conversation. The tension between them seemed to have dissipated, replaced by a newfound understanding.

Y/N's eyes are half lidded, yawning a bit as he stretched. Frank notices this and blows out some smoke. "You seem awfully tired" 

Y/N sighs and pauses for a moment staring out into the cold city, they didn't wanna admit it, but it was probably time to get to bed. 

Frank smirks slightly, sensing Y/N's exhaustion. "Looks like someone's had a long day. Maybe it's time to call it a night?"

Y/N nodded, rubbing their eyes. "Honestly.. Yeah. It's been a whirlwind of emotions today."

Frank took another drag from his cigarette "Well, it was nice getting to know you a bit, Y/N. I'll see you sometime again soon then?"

Y/N hummed in acknowledgement and shrugged. "Sure I guess. Just as long as you don't start getting annoying."

Frank nodded, extending a hand towards Y/N. "Sounds like a plan."

Y/N shook Frank's hand firmly, the gesture sealing a truce of sorts between them. "Goodnight, Frank."

"Goodnight, L/N." Frank replied, watching as Y/N made their way back into the house, leaving him alone on the balcony once more.

As Y/N disappeared from sight, Frank found himself lost in thought, reflecting on the events of the evening. He may have come off as a bit of an asshole when they first met. He hopes this interaction was enough to make up for his assholery. 

Frank took one last drag from his cigarette before flicking it over the railing, watching it extinguish as it fell. He stood there for a moment longer, the cool night air providing a moment of solitude. It may be time for him to call it a day as well.

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The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Y/N slowly stirred, the events of last night playing in their mind like a reel of film. They sat up, rubbing their eyes and taking a moment to gather their thoughts.

As Y/N made their way downstairs, the house was quiet, a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere of the previous night's party. The remnants of the celebration were scattered around—empty cups, half-eaten snacks, and the faint echo of laughter still lingering in the air.

Entering the kitchen, Y/N was surprised to find his father and most of their family already there. 

"You guys up this early?" Y/N yawned as they took a seat besides their mother, greeting her a brief morning along with their siblings.

"We aren't as late sleepers as you are." Y/N's father commented, preparing breakfast like the good old days as he worked around the kitchen. Y/N took a deep breath in. That smelled so awesome. 

Y/N's stomach growled in response to the enticing aroma of the freshly made omelettes. They couldn't help but smile at the comforting sight of their father cooking, a familiar scene that brought back cherished memories.

"Looks like someone's hungry," their mother teased, passing Y/N a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

Y/N gratefully accepted the coffee, taking a sip and savoring the rich flavor. "Thanks mom. I guess I worked up an appetite from last night."

Y/N's mother nudged them slightly. "Speak your mother tongue, child. Don't tell me the Americans have influenced you into only speaking that dang English." 

Y/N held their hands up in a defensive manner. "Ma, you know I can speak it just fine, it's just... " They pause for a moment, feeling quite embarrassed. My pronunciations.. They ain't right.. Kind of." They sigh and shake their head in defeat. "Cut me some slack mom I've been in the states for a decade of course it'd be difficult to get back to my mother tongue." 

Y/N's mother hummed, satisfied as she called out for her husband to hurry up. "As long as I can still hear you speak it loud and proud, baby."

Y/N rolled their eyes playfully and stretched as their father finally finished with their meal.

"Ah, here you go," their father said with a smile, placing a plate piled high with fluffy omelettes in front of Y/N. "Just like old times."

Y/N grinned, digging into the omelette with gusto. The familiar taste was a delightful reminder of their childhood, evoking a sense of comfort and nostalgia.

As they ate, the family continued their morning routine, the kitchen filled with the sound of laughter, playful banter, and the clinking of utensils. It was a simple yet heartwarming scene that Y/N had missed dearly.

After finishing their meal, Y/N leaned back in their chair, feeling content and satisfied. "Slayed it dad."

Y/N's father shrugged at his kid's weird slangs and sayings but he gets that it's a compliment of sort, so he hums in acknowledgement.

Y/N's mother began clearing the table, gathering the empty plates and utensils. "So, what are your plans for today, Y/N? It's been a while since you've been home. Got any special visits planned or just some family time?" 

Y/N paused, contemplating the day ahead. They had missed their hometown and the people who filled it, but there was also a part of them that wanted to explore and reconnect with the place they once called home.

"I think I'll take a walk around town, visit some old haunts," Y/N said thoughtfully. "But I'm also looking forward to spending time with everyone here. It's good to be back." 

Their parents exchanged a knowing glance, their smiles warm and understanding.

"Sounds like a plan," their father said, nodding approvingly. "Just make sure you have company when going out, okay? It's been ten years, kid. The roads and where they take you ain't the same no more." 

Y/N nods in acknowledgement, just as they stood up though, their mother suddenly called out for them. "Oh by the way, honey. Before going out, You don't mind doing some chores, right? You are family, aren't you?" Their mother smirks.

Y/N smirked, feigning a dramatic sigh. "Ah, the joys of being home. Chores and all. Alright, hit me with that list."

Their mother chuckled, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "Oh, stop being so dramatic. It's just a few things. Besides, it's good to contribute, you know?"

Y/N rolled their eyes playfully. "Alright, alright. But I've got to go around town after this. There's some people I've been meaning to see again, I didn't see em at last night's party so yeah." 

Y/N's mother laughed softly. "Whatever you say, baby." She then hands Y/N a list of actual chores to do. We have the basics down and.. Hey, these aren't so bad. Before they were about to start working though they pause. "Wait. Shouldn't they be doin' stuff too?" Y/N refers to their siblings. Which composes of the youngest, two middle children (Y/N included) and the oldest, who wasn't sharing as much joy as everyone else did with Y/N's return. (What a knob, I know.) 

Y/N's mother waved her hand dismissively. "Ah, I'll give them work later on. Just go now, don't wanna miss out on today's plans, do we?" 

Y/N raised an eyebrow, slightly amused. "Alright, playing favorites, huh? I see how it is."

Their mother winked, grinning cheekily. "Let's just call it... prioritizing."

With a playful roll of their eyes, Y/N grabbed the chore list and tucked it into their pocket. "Fine, I'm on it. But expect some teasing later about this special treatment."

Their mother chuckled, shaking her head. "I'll be waiting. Now, off you go. And remember, stay safe and enjoy your day out!"

Y/N nodded, smiling warmly. "Will do, mom. Thanks."

With that, Y/N headed out, ready to tackle the chores and then explore the town, eager to reconnect with old friends and familiar places.

As Y/N stepped out into the morning sun, the world seemed to come alive with the familiar sounds and sights of their hometown. The streets were lined with quaint shops, old trees casting dappled shadows on the sidewalks, and the distant laughter of children playing.

First on the list was to pick up some groceries from the local market. As Y/N walked, memories flooded back—playing in the streets with childhood friends, the ice cream shop they used to frequent, and the park where they'd spent countless summer days.

Upon reaching the market, Y/N took a deep breath as they surprised old faces they used to be so familiar with. They were all left with the same expression and phrase. "Since when did you come back?" But in a nice way, accompanied by warm smiles and genuine happiness at seeing Y/N again.

The local market was bustling with activity, vendors selling fresh produce, homemade goods, and crafts that reflected the unique charm of the town. As Y/N moved through the stalls, they greeted familiar faces, catching up briefly and sharing stories of the years apart.

After gathering a nice amount of what was listed on the paper, Y/N pauses for a moment. There were a few things that waren't up in the market, like milk and well.. Whatever just wasn't there. Y/N takes a step out the bustling place and looks around. If they remember correctly... There's a 7/11 near here, they could just buy the remaining items on the list and maybe even catch a snack. They grinned softly. 

Remembering the familiar 7/11 store, Y/N headed in that direction, weaving through the streets filled with memories of their youth. The store appeared unchanged, a beacon of familiarity in the midst of the bustling town.

Entering the 7/11, the cool air welcomed Y/N, along with the familiar scent of snacks and drinks. As they browsed the aisles, looking for the items not found at the local market, they couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia.

While picking up the remaining items on the list, Y/N also grabbed a few snacks that caught their eye—a bag of chips, a cold drink, and a candy bar that used to be their favorite.

At the counter, Y/N tilted their head to the side a bit. This wasn't the same cashier from all those years ago, yet again it's been a decade. 

Y/N read the name tag worn in this guy's uniform, it read 'Rick'. Y/N's eyes paced back and forth between the dude's name tag, and their face. 

Rick notices that look in Y/N's face and speaks. "You look like you're trying to place me." He sounded bored, and awfully tired. "Could I help you with something?"

Y/N blushes in embarrassment and stammers. "Oh— Uh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to stare, or make you uncomfortable, really..! I was just trying to compare you to the old cashier.. Which honestly.. Looking back at it now.. You're not similar whatsoever.." Y/N flashed a sheepish smile. 

Rick didn't seem to mind or care at all. "Mhm. Okay." Rick scanned the last of the items and before he could say the price these two kids suddenly showed up and aggressively placed some bags of gummy bears on the counter. Rick sighs, he didn't even have to look at who these kids were.

"Wait your turn please." Rick said, bagging Y/N's items as the kids jumped excitedly. Y/N turns to look at these kiddos and notice one of them was the kid from last night— Lila's kid. 

Y/N's eyes widen in adoration at the two but also flashes a confused smile. "Hey kiddo. Remember me?" Y/N places a hand on his shoulder. "Where's your mom at?" Y/N squats down to their level.

Skid smiled goofily and giggled along with his pumpkin dressed friend. 

"She is at work! But she lets me play outside with Pump sometimes." Skid smiles innocently.

I smile warmly at this, but express a contemplative face. "But... You know it's not safe to be out on your own, I mean, do you even have money to pay for—" 

"They're with me." A gruff voice said. Y/N looked up from their position, only to make eye contact with Frank's dark eyes. He had a dumb grin on his face.

"Frank." Y/N said, raising a brow as they stood up. "Wasn't expecting to see you here." 

Frank chuckled, sliding in a whiskey to the counter. "Hmm. Same. I was just takin' these little buggers where they asked." 

Y/N hummed in acknowledgement, sliding twenty five dollars to Rick. "Keep the change."

Rick nodded, not breaking his indifferent expression, as he processed the payment. "Thanks," he muttered, not particularly enthusiastic but accepting the tip nonetheless.

Frank lifted a brow and smirked. "A generous little one, aren't we?" He slides his own payment to the cashier as he chuckles. 

Y/N glances at the whiskey Frank bought and lifted a brow. "Drinking so early?" 

Frank shaked his head, waving a dismissive hand. "Ah, no. It's for later of course." He laughs softly, taking the plastic bag and walking besides Y/N, gesturing for them to take the lead as the kiddo's followed behind.

Y/N sheepishly walked out the store, pausing outside for a moment. "So. Uh, where are you guys headed to next?" 

Frank hummed in thought. Glancing at the kids who were happily eating their sugary treats. "They're probably good with wherever at the moment, where are you going? Might you need a ride?" Frank grins.

Y/N pauses for a moment. "I think..." They take a look at the list. "The bakery down the street. That's where to next, is that okay?" 

"Yeah. Of course. I wanna get myself something warm anyway." Frank unlocked his van and everyone got inside on their own accord, sitting wherever they deemed comfortable. Though it felt like Y/N didn't have another choice but to sit besides Frank because it was a van and there wasn't any seats left at the back but empty space, where the kids sat.

Frank started the van, the engine roaring to life before settling into a steady hum. The drive was filled with casual chatter from the back—Skid and his friend excitedly discussing their plans for the day, their voices echoing with youthful enthusiasm.

Y/N knows they shouldn't be taking rides from strangers but... If the kids trust him, that should mean enough for Y/N, right?

Y/N reasoned that if the kids felt safe with Frank, it was probably okay. The van cruised smoothly through the town's streets, the scenery passing by in a blur of colors and memories.

Y/N's gaze is averted to the many old and new stalls from the street.

Frank notices Y/N's attention being diverted to the shops and buildings so he chuckles, finding it to be strangely cute. 

Y/N felt a mix of caution and familiarity as they settled into the passenger seat beside Frank. The streets of their hometown passed by in a blur, each familiar landmark triggering memories of days gone by.

"Still remember the way around?" Frank asked, breaking the silence, his eyes focused on the road ahead.

"Yeah, most of it," Y/N replied, a hint of nostalgia in their voice. "It's been a while, but some things can't change too much."

Frank hums in acknowledgement. "I see." He glances at Y/N, grinning softly. "You know you shouldn't really be taking rides from strangers."

Y/N scoffed playfully, shooting him a playful glare. "Is that a threat?"

Frank laughs and shakes his head. "No. I'm just warnin' ya, you know? Some people ain't as sane as I am." He smirks. 

Y/N is reluctant. They roll their eyes playfully. "Uhuh. Yeah, sure you are." 

Frank chuckled, the sound deep and warm, filling the van with a sense of ease. "Believe what you want," he said, his eyes glint mischief. "I'm just looking out for you." 

Y/N playfully rolled their eyes. "I don't need someone looking out for me anymore. I'm old enough to fend for myself." 

This intrigued Frank. As he thought about it, Y/N never really told him how old they were, did they? 

Frank clears his throat, glancing at Y/N. "Now that you mention it. You never really told me your age, did you?" 

Y/N pauses for a moment. "I guess not." They glance at Frank. ".. Why do you want to know..?" They teased a little, though it was all banter. 

Frank chuckles sheepishly. "I thought I ought to know. Just so I don't do anything I regret." 

Frank's answer was quite interesting to Y/N. They smirk. "How old do you think I am?"

Frank paused for a moment, deep in thought, glancing at Y/N. "Well, you've got a cute face, your body still seems fresh, you're awfully short yet you seem mature. I'd say twenty something." Frank laughs softly. "Twenty five or something at least, right?"

Y/N chuckles slightly and grins. "How about we both say our age at the same time? How's that? In a count of three okay?"

Frank shrugs. "I mean, sure I guess." He grins.

3...

2...

1...

...

Nothing but the chatter of the kids from the back filled the van.

The two goofs glance at each other and burst into soft idiotic laughter. 

"Seriously man?!"

"Hey— You didn't say anything either!"

"Guilty as charged but you still agreed to do it, you know!" 

Y/N shakes their head and crosses their arms. "God. You're so stupid." 

Frank fakes a sad expression. "And you're so mean. Why are you so mean to me?" He grins.

Y/N rolls their eyes and playfully hits him. "Shut up loser." 

Frank laughed heartily at Y/N's playful banter, the atmosphere in the van light and jovial. "Ouch, hitting below the belt, are we? I'll have you know, I've still got some fight left in me!"

Y/N chuckled, shaking their head in amusement. "Sure you do, old man." They leaned back in their seat, feeling surprisingly comfortable despite the playful teasing.

Frank chuckled softly, he relaxes a bit. "All jokes aside though, seriously. How old are you?"

Y/N hums for a moment. "Old enough." They smirk.

Frank sighs, Y/N is just not taking him seriously are they? He then places a firm hand on Y/N's knee, it was a friendly yet tense interaction. "Ah, come on. Don't be like that." Frank rubs a gentle thumb on their knee. "Please?"

Y/N chuckles sheepishly and blushes at Frank's sudden intimacy. "Jeez you're so annoying." They pout slightly.

Frank doesn't respond and keeps his hand there. Strangely it feels like a taboo for Y/N. They sigh. "I'm twenty one..."

Frank grins smugly in victory. "Sorry if I may have made you a little uncomfortable." He takes his hand back to the wheel. "Still a baby bird then hm? I'm envious... I'm twenty nine and I wish I still beamed with youth as much as you." 

Y/N  smiles sheepishly and relaxes again. Honestly it was too soon for the two to get intimate whatsoever. "Tough luck." 

Frank chuckles at this and adjusts to his seat. "How mean."

The van continued its journey through the familiar streets, the bakery now in sight. The kids in the back were still immersed in their own world, their laughter and chatter adding to the cheerful ambiance.

As they approached the bakery, Y/N felt a wave of anticipation. This was another place filled with memories, from the scent of freshly baked bread to the friendly faces behind the counter.

Frank pulled up in front of the bakery, parking the van with practiced ease. "Here we are," he said, turning off the engine. "What are ya planning to buy anyway?"

Y/N paused for a moment before hopping out of the van. The fresh air hitting them in the face yet again. "Pan dulce.. Conchas.. I think some Pandesal also." Y/N stretched and fixed their posture as they made their entrance to the bakery. 

The warm aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries enveloped Y/N as they stepped into the bakery. The familiar sights and smells brought back a rush of memories, reminding them of simpler times.

The bakery was bustling with customers, the display cases filled with an array of delicious treats. Y/N couldn't help but smile at the sight of their favorite pan dulce, conchas, and pandesal, neatly arranged on the shelves.

As Y/N made their selections, they exchanged greetings with the staff. The atmosphere was lively, filled with the sound of laughter and conversation, making Y/N feel even more connected to their hometown.

Frank followed close behind, letting the kids choose their own preferred snack.

The warm atmosphere of the bakery seemed to seep into everyone's spirits. Y/N could see the kids, Skid and his friend, eagerly pointing at various pastries, their excitement palpable. Frank, too, seemed to be enjoying the lively ambiance, a subtle smile playing on his lips as he watched the kids make their choices.

Y/N finished selecting their items, opting for a mix of their childhood favorites and some new treats to try. With a bag full of delicious baked goods in hand, they approached the counter to make their purchase.

After paying for the items, Y/N turned to the door, waiting for Frank and the kids to purchase theirs.

Y/N took breathed in the smell of the tasty treats and moaned in delight. "Oh yeah. That's the stuff."

Frank chuckled softly and pressed a firm hand on Y/N's back. "Well now, shall we get?" 

Y/N nodded and let Frank guide them outside. The warmth of the older man's hand was comforting and quite nice, to be honest.

"So, what's next on the agenda? Any more unexpected stops on our little adventure today?" Frank said, smiling softly as he held his bag of pastries in his other hand.

Before Y/N could answer, their phone started ringing, as if on cue. "Ah. Uh, hold on a moment alright." 

Y/N walks off not that far and engages in conversation with their mother who called them. "Are you done baby? It's quarter to twelve I need to get some things cookin' soon you know." 

Y/N sheepishly spoke as they ran a hand through their hair. "Oh, yeah. Yep. We just got the bread and stuff. I think that's all."

"We? Who are you with?" Y/N's mother asked, promptly humming to her question.

"Mister Frank. Aunt Lila's friend or whatever, you know him right? He offered to give me a ride. Is that okay?" Y/N replied, wondering if maybe they did the right thing.

"Ah I see. Alright. Get home as soon as possible. Love you, stay safe." 

Y/N greeted goodbye to their mother in response and walked back to the trio. "Home." Y/N paused briefly. "That's next on our little agenda. Although I would have loved to hang around a little more." 

"I understand." Frank said, unlocking the van as the group entered. "Frankly, I think it's time for these little critters to get home soon anyway. And you know it's quite a shame you can't join because we were actually planning to go trick or treating some time later." 

Y/N seemed surprised at Frank's idiocy and playfulness. "You can't be serious? It's the middle of April." 

Frank smirked. "I'm dead serious. The kids love to trick or treat despite it being awfully distant from Halloween. The people around here has already gotten used to it too, I'm sure." He glances at Y/N as he reversed the car out of the lot. "We're baggin' bags everyday, I'm telling ya." 

Y/N rolls their eyes playfully and crosses their arms. "Well honestly I'd love to join your... Trick or treating antics in the middle of April." Slight chuckle. 

The soft hum of the radio and the innocent chatter of the kids filled the van, creating a comforting ambiance. The tranquility of the ride allowed Y/N to reflect on the day's events, from reconnecting with their family to the unexpected encounter with Frank.

As they approached their family home, the familiar sight brought a sense of warmth and nostalgia. The kids' laughter and excitement seemed to amplify, their youthful energy infectious.

Frank pulled up to the front of the house, the engine coming to a gentle stop. "Well, here we are," he said, turning to Y/N with a friendly smile. "So when do you plan on joining us?" 

Y/N smiled softly. "Give me your number and I'll call you when I'm ready." 

Frank is surprised at how forward Y/N was. He smirked slightly. "Sure thing. Just a moment sugar.." He grabs a scrap piece of paper from the glovebox as well as a pen, wasting no time to jot down his number. "I'll be expecting your call, see ya sugar." 

Frank hands the kid his number and salutes them before promptly scurrying off. He beeps his horns a couple of times, waving his hand out the window as Y/N playfully rolled their eyes, entering their house with their groceries in hand. 

They sigh, they didn't expect to be so tired just from that, though they can't call it a day yet because they still have their trick or treating for later. For now Y/N just wanted to rest a bit though. Number in hand, Y/N shoves it into their pocket.

Inside the house, the familiar warmth enveloped Y/N, instantly making them feel at ease. They're gonna have to recharge for now.

Chapter Text

Frank watched as Y/N entered their house, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The brief interaction had left him feeling a mix of emotions, but it was a welcome distraction from the thoughts he seems to be always receiving.

Frank sighed and shaked his head. He seemed to be always up to no good, he just can't seem to be rid of a habit he's taken too strong of a hold to let go of.

The playful chatter of the kids at the back fell to Frank's deafening ears. He could only hear his tremendous thoughts at the moment. He wonders, just exactly how Y/N would look so scared against their will... He suppresses a smirk. He knows it's wrong, so very, very wrong. But what can he do? He's lost his self control long ago, as stupid as that sounds.

Frank's thoughts darkened, the line between right and wrong blurring as he entertained these dangerous thoughts. The guilt that usually accompanied such thoughts seemed to be overshadowed by a twisted curiosity, a part of him that he had tried to suppress but seemed to resurface at the most inconvenient times.

He knew these thoughts were wrong, morally reprehensible, and yet they lingered, a constant reminder of the darkness that still resided within him. The temptation to act on these impulses was strong, but Frank knew he had to resist, to fight against the urges that threatened to consume him.

Taking a deep breath, Frank tried to push the unsettling thoughts to the back of his head. He should just divert his attention to taking the kids home instead of being such a creep. Jeez. Running a hand through his hair, he takes a deep breath. He's definitely gonna need a cigarette after this. 

Inside, the familiar warmth and coziness of Lila's house greeted him, instantly calming his nerves. The scent of lavender scented home decor and the soft glow of the living room lights welcomed him like an old friend.

Frank watched as the kids scattered around the living room, he turns to the kitchen and makes his way there, grabbing his pack of cigarettes and pulls out one stick. He shuffles through his pockets once more and remembers he still doesn't have a lighter. He sighs. He remembers the first night he met Y/N. How convenient that was. He glances at the stove and decides to just light up his cigarette via the flame of the stove. 

Frank's hand trembled slightly as he held the cigarette to the stove's flame, the flickering light casting dancing shadows across his face. The familiar smell of burning tobacco filled the air, a comfort in the midst of his turbulent thoughts.

As he took a drag from the cigarette, the warmth of the flame seemed to seep into his bones, providing a momentary reprieve from the weight of his guilt and shame. The act was a small rebellion, a momentary escape from the reality he found himself trapped in.

Frank walks over to one of the windows in the kitchen and cracks it open, letting the smoke wander off into the outside instead of letting it linger and suffocate the kids. 

Frank stood by the window, watching the tendrils of smoke curl and disappear into the cool urban air. The distant sounds of the city and the chirping of crickets provided a gentle background noise, a stark contrast to the chaotic thoughts that still swirled in his mind.

The soft glow from the streetlights illuminated the quiet neighborhood, casting a serene ambiance over Lila's backyard. The sight was almost soothing, a reminder of the simple beauty that still existed amidst the darkness Frank felt within.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Frank tried to center himself, focusing on the rhythmic sound of his own breathing. He needed to find a way to silence the disturbing thoughts that continued to haunt him, to find a semblance of peace in the midst of his inner turmoil.

In the middle of this peace making of Frank's own mind, it unknowingly creeps back to the thought of Y/N. 

Y/N.

Y/N...

Frank's eyes snapped open, the name echoing in his mind, disrupting the fragile peace he had tried to cultivate. A pang of embarrassment washed over him as he realized how easily his thoughts had returned to Y/N.

Frank mumbles slight profanity. Sighing as he stubbed out his cigarette on the window sill. Flicking it outside the window as he grabbed a glass and decided to drink some water. Maybe he just needs to hydrate. Or eat something. After filling up his glass with some milk from the fridge he holds it in hand and searches through the fridge a little more, Lila wouldn't mind if he knocked himself out with some snacks, would she?

Deciding to settle with a half eaten pie and his milk, Frank takes a seat by the table and starts indulging himself in his goodies. He hums slightly upon tasting the pie. He has to admit. It has a perfectly sweet coat with such a soft layer that melts quite warmly in your mouth. He throws his head back. He feels like having a foodgasm.

Just as Frank was getting to the good bits, lost in his track of mind, mesmerized by the delectable treat, his phone suddenly starts ringing. His eyes shot open. 

Frank's sudden interruption from his indulgent moment with the pie was jarring, the abrupt sound of his ringing phone breaking the trance-like state he had slipped into. He glanced at the screen, recognizing the caller ID as Lila's.

Taking a deep breath to compose himself, Frank picked up the phone, "Hey, Lila. Everything okay?"

On the other end, Lila's voice came through, slightly hurried but cheerful, "Hey, Frank! Yeah, everything's good here. Just wanted to check in and see how Skid is doing. He's not misbehaving is he?"

"Yeah, all good on my end," Frank replied, his voice steady despite the lingering thoughts that still tried to creep into his mind. "He's safe and sound, though they're happily tearing through your living room as we speak, —He's with Pump." Slight chuckle.

Lila chuckled, "Sounds about right. Thanks for watching him today, Frank. I didn't wanna leave him alone and you know how busy my work gets..."

"No problem, anytime," Frank said, his smile audible through the phone. "You know I never mind doing these favors for you."

"Alright, well, I'll be home in a couple of hours. Take care, Frank, and thanks again."

"Will do, Lila. See you soon."

Frank sighed in relief and ended the call. Diverting his attention back to the pie, licking his lips. 

As Frank continued to savor the sweetness of the pie, the warmth of the food momentarily pushing away the unsettling thoughts that had been plaguing him earlier. The simple act of indulging in the delicious treat served as a comforting distraction, grounding him in the present moment.

Before Frank knew it, he had finished the dessert. Still, he felt famished. He was a big guy after all, and big guys have.. Big stomachs. He chugs down the rest of the milk and lays his head back, sighing. Lila was probably gonna bring this up some time later, but it was definitely worth it. 

Frank leaned back in his chair, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him despite the lingering thoughts that still lurked in the corners of his mind. He glanced around the kitchen, taking in the familiar surroundings of Lila's home, finding comfort in its warmth and familiarity.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Frank tried to focus on the sounds of the children playing in the other room, their laughter serving as a reminder of the simple joys in life that he needed to cherish and protect.

Frank liked the silence of Lila's home. It was a nice and comforting kind of silence. Unlike back home to his... It's eerie and just melancholic, reminds him of how depressing it's been since she left. 

...

...

Okay. That's enough thinking for today. Frank stands up and stretches slightly, groaning as he did so. It felt satisfying, yet he felt upset. Maybe because he just reminded himself of an awful memory. He mumbles profanity and decided to occupy himself with the kids instead, seeing what they're up to as he headed out the kitchen. This is what solitude does to such an old man. 

Stepping out of the kitchen, Frank was greeted by the lively scene in the living room. The kids were engrossed in their games, their laughter filling the air and dispelling any remnants of the heavy atmosphere from earlier.

"Hey, you two! Whatcha playin'?" Frank asked, approaching Skid and Pump with a playful grin.

Skid looked up, his eyes shining with excitement. "Mister Frank! We're playing superheroes! I'm Captain Star and Pump is my sidekick, Moonbeam!"

Pump giggled, waving a small toy wand around. "Yeah, we're saving the world from the evil Dr. Dark!"

Frank chuckled, kneeling down to join in on their imaginative play. "That sounds like an important mission! Do you think you guys could use another superhero?"

Skid and Pump exchanged excited glances before nodding enthusiastically. "Of course, Mister Frank! You can be Captain Thunder!" Skid exclaimed.

With that, the trio dove into their superhero adventure, the cares and worries of the day fading into the background as they embraced the joy and innocence of childhood play.

In the midst of all this chaotic playtime, the trio found themselves playing with all the items in the house, it was stupid and would probably upset Lila later on but hey, they were having fun. Grabbing a book from the shelves, Pump used it as if it were a weapon and started swinging it at Frank. 

"Oh no! Don't you dare...!" Frank chuckles, smirking as he held his stance. 

Pump smirked like a little devil and threw the book at Frank, laughing deviously, much to Frank's dismay. As Frank bent down to try and pick up the book though Skid suddenly came from behind him and started hitting his bum with that toilet scrubber thing. Welp. That's just great.

"Ah, kid! No!" Frank stepped away and checked his bum. He sighed in relief upon seeing that it was an unused one that Lila strangely keeps around. The kids laugh and run off, continuing their shenanigans as Frank went and picked up the book. Taking note of the title that was handwritten being 'Contacts. Can't lose this!' How interesting. Frank lifts a brow. Deciding to check out the contents of the book. 

Frank smirks slightly and takes a seat somewhere, flipping through most of the pages. The book turned out to be a collection of contacts, filled with names, phone numbers, and addresses. It seemed to be Lila's personal address book, a record of friends, family, and various contacts she'd accumulated over the years.

As Frank skimmed through the pages, he couldn't help but notice the detailed notes written beside some of the entries. It was like a snapshot of Lila's life, revealing glimpses of her relationships and the memories associated with each person.

Some entries had little anecdotes or reminders, like "Jaune - BFF since high school" or "Mister Wonder - Don't forget his birthday on June 15th." Others had more cryptic notes, like "Jenny from the gym - Talks too much about her cats." Or "Guy that used to work at that one burger shop - probably have to keep an eye out." 

As Frank continued to flip through the pages, he realized that this book was more than just a simple address book. It was a testament to Lila's life, a collection of connections and memories that were important to her.

Feeling a bit intrusive Frank was starting to feel reluctant. Maybe he should just put it back where it's supposed to be. Just as he was about to shut the book though, he catches a glance of a certain something. He stops the book from closing and scans a page. He stops once he found what piqued his attention. He smirks and takes his phone out. "Well, well... How convenient."

"Y/N L/N - Relative that moved to the states." 

Frank knew he shouldn't dwell on Y/N too much otherwise he'd start getting interested, attached even. But hey, a harmless phone call never hurts anybody, right?

Y/N's name was on the book, along with their address (which Frank already knew,) and their phone number which Frank forgot to exchange earlier. He dials the number and wondered, do they still have the same phone number after all these years? This seems old. Eh, why not just give it a try. What are the chances that it'll go through anyway. 

Frank sat in anticipation as the phone rang repeatedly. He wonders what he would say anyway if the call did go though. He swallows the lump in his throat.

When the ringing stopped and a familiar voice answered, Frank's eyes widened. Guess they did keep their number after all these years.

"Hello?"

"Y/N.." Frank pauses for a moment, his thought racing to what he should say to possibly make their approach seem more friendly.

"I was just checking in. You ready to get going sugar? Or are you still busy makin' yourself look awfully presentable?" Frank's grin is audible through the call.

Y/N sheepishly stammers at the other end. "I... Actually, um." Y/N pauses for a moment, they sound embarrassed. 

"I'm in the bath... I guess.. I may have lost track of time." Y/N rubs the back of their neck, sat in the tub. 

Frank's eyes widen. His grin widens. "You're bathing right now, are you?" Chuckles softly. "Must be nice. So, sugar. are you making plans of getting out soon or are you just gonna stay there a little longer?" 

Frank's playful tone made Y/N's cheeks flush slightly. "Uh, well, I could be ready in a bit. Just give me a few minutes to... uh, wrap things up here." 

"Ah, now. Don't rush things sugar. I wanna talk with you a little longer. I'm eager to see where this leads to.." Frank's voice was laced with playful banter and mischief.

Y/N rolled their eyes, scoffing softly. "Don't be so vulgar. What do you even wanna talk about?" They shift in the tub, hugging their knees. 

Frank's smirk felt audible. "For starters, what are ya gonna be wearing to the trick or treating later? Cus' I'm pretty damn sure you don't even have an idea of what to wear yet, correct?" 

Y/N paused for a moment. "Kind of..." They pout slightly. "I might just throw on a hoodie and smear some ketchup on it, then go around as Jeff the Killer or whatever." 

Frank laughed. "Really now?" He ran a hand through his hair. "Honestly I don't have a costume either. I just join the kids as is and help em' get more candy from people." 

Y/N seemed intrigued. "Really?... How stupid you must look then." Smirks.

"There you go being mean again." Frank laughs softly, shaking his head. "I remember how I used to dress up as some.. mini king as a kid..." He breathes in softly, chuckling. "I was always a little too ambitious." 

"Really? Because I remember always remembered dressing up as a vampire or anything really cryptic in general."

Frank hummed in acknowledgement. "You sounded way more creative than I probably was at a younger age." Soft chuckle. "I think I stopped treat or treating at fifteen... I mean, not including these silly shenanigans with the kids. But anyhow, I somehow always dressed up as a king regardless for Halloween. God was I so stupid. I should have gone for something much more cooler.." 

Y/N laughed softly. "How sad." They state, laying back in the tub. "Though I gotta tell ya, Halloween in the states sure is different... I think I stopped around fifteen too because other kids always argued that you were basically too old to keep trick or treating at that point— It was so annoying man! And so, basically my childhood was cut short by some dumbass kids." 

Frank laughed. "I guess we've got that in common." Crosses his legs. "So. What do you say we wear for later? An actual costume or just get up in there and wear whatever?" 

Y/N sighed. "Honestly I'd feel embarrassed about the fact that we're just walking around trick or treating despite the fact that it's so far off from October but like, I'm down for whatever man— For the kids." They blushed slightly.

Frank grins. "Awe. You're quite the thoughtful one aren't you?" 

"Shuddup dude. Don't make me regret it..."

Frank laughed softly. "Now, now. Don't worry about it, sugar!" He sighs, grinning softly. "Maybe we could go with some sort of matching outfit? That would be pretty neat, no?" 

Y/N paused for a moment, thinking about it.

Holy shit they're actually thinking about it!

"I guess... That would be kinda cool." Y/N said, blushing faintly. "But like what would we match though? Like any of us have any specific pieces of clothing that might resemble an iconic duo." 

Frank hummed for a moment, thinking as he closed his eyes. "Well kid... Your call." He chuckles. "What do you think we should wear, hmm?" 

Y/N sighs. Of course he'd be dodging that question. They think for a moment, eyes glancing around the room. "I'm not sure.. I mean.." Y/N's eyes suddenly landed on a pink shirt. It awfully reminded them of a character with an interesting affiliation with the color pink. Y/N's eyes widen and they smile, laughing goofily. 

Frank lifts a brow and smirks, intrigued. "What's got you so giddy huh?" 

"Frank. I know what we can match with." 

"Oh? Do tell sugar." 

Y/N smirks, trying to suppress their giggles. "Ken and barbie!" 

...

...

Frank bursts into laughter, the image of the two of them dressed as Ken and Barbie sparking amusement and surprise. "Ken and Barbie? You can't be serious.. Are you?"

Y/N pouts and scoffs lightly. "Come on! You have to admit it's pretty interesting.. No? I mean— Imagine the scene, one of us, dressed with such pretty pink attire it's enough to cause a strain to the emo people— And the other! Anddd the other, dressed in a silly fruity fit! It's honestly just so iconic." Y/N seemed proud of their profound idea. 

Frank sighed softly. "Alrighty then sugar, whatever you say. Though.. who would be Ken and who would be Barbie?" 

Y/N chirped happily as they shifted in the tub. "You be Barbie and I'll be Ken~!"

Frank laughed sheepishly. Yet again he was caught off guard by Y/N. "Wait, what? But I'd prefer Ken though.. Barbie is a girl. I'm not." 

Y/N laughs at Frank's childish reply. "Dude seriously? You know you don't have to wear a dress and all that, just wear a poppin' pink attire and make yourself look real pretty man." Smirks softly.

"Fine, fine. But what about you? How will you be dressing?" 

"Like a gay man who survived the great depression and is now seeking refuge with the lesbians."

...

The two of you laugh a little at the stupid remark. Frank found it cute how you just say whatever is on the the top of your head and just say it out loud.

"Stop laughing! Stop!" Y/N giggled through the phone. 

"How can you say that stuff and not expect me to laugh or at least be confused?!" 

Y/N laughed softly and ran a hand through their wet, damp hair. "You're so stupid." 

Frank smirked softly. "And you're something else.." He sighs and shakes his head. "Alrighty now, kid. How about you finish that bath and call me when you're ready for me, sound good baby?" 

Y/N hummed and blushed slightly. "Yeah. Call you later.." Y/N hangs up and sets their phone back on the counter. The way he spoke sounded so vulgar. Y/N sighs and lays back in the tub. "I better hurry up. I can't keep them waiting anyway."

Y/N let out a soft sigh, the lingering warmth of the conversation still on their mind. The playful banter with Frank always left them in a mix of amusement and anticipation. With a determined nod, Y/N decided to make the most of the remaining bath time, ensuring they'd be ready in no time.

After a relaxing soak, Y/N quickly grabbed their towel and dried themselves up. They wonder if they had any bright and fruity clothes that would maybe resemble ken.

Y/N pauses and chuckles softly. Already picturing Frank wearing the prettiest pink just to suit Y/N's command. He didn't even go against the idea, he was just confused, nevertheless he decided to go along with it. The idiot.. Y/N shakes their head and sighs as they made their way to their bedroom. 

Y/N then spent their remaining time looking for those bright, eye-straining clothes they'd barely wear and probably keep at the back of their closet. They sigh. Man. They barely wear any of that shit. Still, with a determined face, Y/N was gonna show up looking as Fabulous as ever, even if it meant embarrassing themselves. I mean, at least Frank would be there to accompany them in their trying time, right? 

Smiling softly Y/N continued on digging through their luggage, since they haven't properly fixed them yet. Humming happily as they imagined what might happen in their silly little shenanigans later on.

With a pile of bright and colorful clothes spread out before them, Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at their own enthusiasm. Some of these outfits hadn't seen the light of day in ages, but tonight, they would serve a special purpose— To be worn exclusively as means to embarrass themselves for their strange trick or treating shenanigan in the middle of the afternoon— In April!

Dressed in their chosen outfit, Y/N couldn't help but admire their reflection. The vibrant pink shirt with its intricate designs paired perfectly with the matching pants— And an absolutely hot pair of some doctor Tins', creating a look that was undeniably bold and eye-catching.

Y/N chuckled at their own audacity. "Well, if I'm going to embarrass myself, might as well go all out," they thought, feeling a surge of excitement for the evening's festivities.

The playful anticipation of the evening's events filled Y/N with a sense of bliss. Despite the unconventional plan, the prospect of spending time with Frank and the kids promised laughter and unforgettable memories, in a good and bad way, nonetheless they were always welcome. 

With a final glance in the mirror, Y/N felt a mix of nervousness and exhilaration. "This is going to be one for the books," they murmured to themselves, a grin spreading across their face.

As Y/N made it down from their room they grabbed their phone and quickly started dialing Frank's number, wasting no time to call him, and neither did Frank waste time in answering.

"Frank! I'm done with dressin' up and I am looking so glowy! Like, I think this dress is probably luminescent so like— Literally glowing." Y/N sounded confident as they marched down the stairs.

Frank chuckled softly, finding their enthusiasm to be quite cute. "Oh, yeah? Mhm I bet. Can't wait to see you baby.. So you want me to pick you up now or?" 

"Fetch me, now! While I'm still bursting with this ridiculous amount of energy." Y/N laughed softly. "Wait— How about you? You all dressed up? Because I cannot wait to see you either! Hehe... I bet you're wearing the gayest shit ever." 

Frank laughed, a little embarrassed. "Now, now. It's not like that.." He swallows the lump in his throat. "Just... You'll see." 

Y/N smirks. "I'll see? Alright then baby, I'll fuckin' see you then." They chuckle "You better be wearing that pink like you own it." 

Frank laughs. "Yeah, yeah. Anyway, get ready because I'm on my way." Y/N could hear Frank talking to the kids and telling them to get in the van because it was time to go. Their little excited voices on the other end sounded so cute. It made Y/N smile softly as they pressed their phone against their ear. "Alright, so uh, I think we'll be there in about ten— Or maybe twenty. It's a pretty good distance away from Lila's house— But I'll see you then, I'll call you when I get there, okay baby?" 

Y/N hummed in acknowledgement. "Okay. Thanks." As Y/N ended the call, they decided to wait in the living room. Sitting on the couch as they laid there relaxing themselves before what's to come.

Their aunt saw them laying there and decided to join, taking note of their interesting choice of clothing. "My, my. Where are you going dressed like.. Such an interesting fellow?" 

Y/N laughed sheepishly. "Oh I actually have to go... Join some festivities. My friend invited me." Y/N tried to make their answer as vague and 'normal' as possible. Blushing in embarrassment. 

"But it's your first day back, are you sure you don't wanna spend it first with your family?" Their aunt lifts a brow.

"Um. I mean... Of course I want to but... I can't really turn them down, can I?" Y/N sheepishly rubs the back of their neck, forcing a small smile. 

"Is that a date?" 

Y/N's eyes immediately widen and their mouth hangs agape. They were so flabbergasted all they could do was stare in surprise at such an accusation.

Y/N's aunt smirks. They're not saying anything.. So by that logic it must be true! "Hoho. I knew it. You're bagging men already aren't you? Ha! Hey Lucia! Your kid is finally coming along to the world of meet, talk, date AND F—"

Before Y/N's aunt could finish that sentence. They quickly started waving their hands in defense. "Eh!? No, no! It's not like that at all!" Y/N blushed deeply and took a moment to compose themselves. "L-Listen auntie.. I-I'm not really into that part of life yet, alright? I mean.. I'd rather let the universe just lead me at the moment, you know? I'm pretty sure I haven't even met that one person yet.." 

Y/N's aunt lifts a brow. "Oh? Then where must you be going dressed like that? You know at your age I was already getting it on with the hunky dunkies, why aren't you?" 

Y/N shudders at the thought. "Maybe because we're totally different people auntie. And I'm just hangin' out with my friends!" 

Y/N's aunt scoffs. "Fine. Whatever you say. Just know that it's perfectly fine and normal to be doing stuff with guys at your age."

Y/N looked shocked. "Please don't—" 

"And I mean sex included, honey. Only with protection though." 

Welp. She said it. 

To avoid anymore of this terrifying situation Y/N decided to just walk out the door and wait outsider for Frank. It's a win/win situation for everybody.

With most of their energy drained from the embarassing conversation just had, Y/N takes what's left of their dignity and opens the door. With tired closed eyes they let their feet lead the way. 

Oof.

Huh. Did they just walk into something? Opening their eyes, Y/N looks up to make contact with Frank as he ginned slightly.

Y/N immediately noticed the intimacy of their distance which had them chest to chest. They quickly took a few steps back and fiddled with the hem of their shirt. "Um. Already here, huh? You.. You didn't call." They blushed slightly. 

"Eh I figured it was better to show up unannounced. Guess I was right." Frank had a smug grin. 

Y/N rolled their eyes and hit them playfully. "Still! That would have saved my ass earlier." They sigh, placing their hands on their hips when they realized... Frank is...

...

...

Frank wasn't wearing the matching outfit at all! He's just dressed in his clothes from earlier, but now equipped with sunglasses and a coat. He chuckles sheepishly. Guess Y/N finally realized it.

And let me tell you Y/N has never GASPED so hard in their entire life.

"You... You..." 

Deep breath in. 

"W.. What are you wearing?" Y/N put on a deep pout and glared daggers into Frank. "I got so into it— And You aren't even wearing the Barbie shit." 

Frank sheepishly rubbed the back of their neck. "Ah.. You see.. I was at Lila's house.. Though she wasn't home and—" 

"I don't see why that's relevant." 

Frank sighed. "I was just having technical difficulties baby. I'm sorry." He approached Y/N with warm intent to apologize to them.

"Oh don't go calling me 'baby' Frank! Hmph.. You're such an idiot..!" Y/N shouted at the older man.

"Ah.. No need to shout, sugar.."

"Don't go calling me sugar either!" 

"Honey?" 

"No!"

"Love?"

"Don't even dare!" 

Y/N's aunt watched this all happen in front of them. Chuckling softly. "Oh they're definitely dating... Anyway, free telenovela for me." 

Y/N sighed and crossed their arms. "Whatever. But you owe me this one. I'm not about to go change just because you didn't go through with your word." Y/N scoffed and was about to walk past Frank when their mother suddenly came in. "Honey. Where are you going?" 

Well this is getting good. For Y/N's aunt. 

Y/N sheepishly looked back to their mother and smiled, embarrassed. "Oh mom." They pause and suddenly their attitude dropped. "I'm gonna be hanging out with mister Frank and Lila's kid, plus her kid's friend I think. Is that okay...? I mean, I kinda forgot to ask you but like—" 

"Mother tongue." 

Y/N sighed. "Of course, of course! So um.. uh." They seemed to have lost their train of thought. They remember times like these. It was never easy to get permission to go out from their parents, despite being an adult. Unless...

"We will be going to explore the city once more, miss L/N." 

Y/N turns back to see Frank, smiling softly to their mother. 

Y/N's mother smiled softly yet kept her guard up. "I see. I trust them in your hands then, Frank. But remember now! That is my child you are taking along."

"Of course. I won't be doing anything to harm or upset them, miss." 

"Yeah you better not, boy. Don't go bringing shame upon yourself." 

"Yes miss. Of course miss." 

Y/N's mother was quite pleased with Frank's obedience. She smiles softly.

With one final glance and a nod of her head, Y/N's mother walks off, waving dismissively. 

Y/N swallows the lump in their throat. 

"Consider your favor owned." Frank smirks and places a soft hand on Y/N's back. "Shall we go? You're still not mad at me, are you?" 

Y/N furrows their brows slightly and sighs. "Man it's whatever." They blush slightly and head to the van with Frank, the kids already waiting inside. 

As Y/N and Frank approached the van, the kids' excited chatter filled the air, breaking the tension that had settled between them. Pump and Skid were bouncing in their seats, clearly eager to start the adventure.

"Ready to hit the road?" Frank asked, holding the door open for Y/N with a playful grin.

Y/N sighs. "I don't quite have a choice, do I?" 

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Frank grinned softly. Observing Y/N as they entered his van, though reluctant as they seem to be still upset about the fact that Frank did not in fact go through with his word. 

"Not really, no." Frank promptly replied to Kyle's question, though rhetorical. 

As Frank observed Y/N's demeanor, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt and mischief. Despite his playful tone, he knew he had disappointed them.

His response to Kyle's question was automatic, but it also served as a reminder of his own shortcomings. Frank made a mental note to make it up to Y/N somehow during their silly little event for this afternoon, hoping to regain their trust and mend any hurt feelings. "Don't be so upset now... It's not like I could have pulled a barbie anyway." 

Y/N rolled their eyes and sighed as they got comfortable in the van. Frank moved his gear to shift and pulled over the road. "Still. You got me wearing this gay ass outfit, and it was only because I was expecting you to look even gayer!" Y/N puts up a small pout. 

Frank chuckled softly, though strained as they ran a hand through their hair. "Calm now, baby. I mean, you probably exaggerated it anyway." He shakes his head, turning his attention to the road. "I'll make it up to you tonight. Just ask me what you might want. I probably will be able to provide." He grins softly, stealing a glance at Y/N.

Frank's attempt to lighten the mood didn't seem to have the desired effect as Y/N remained visibly disappointed. However, he was determined to make things right.

Y/N sighed, their expression softening slightly at Frank's attempt to make amends. "Fine," they replied, a hint of reluctance still evident in their tone. "But you owe me big time, Frank."

Frank nodded, acknowledging the debt he owed Y/N. "Consider it a promise," he said sincerely.

Y/N then diverted their attention to the window. The kids were still at the back, and we're still as lively as ever. Though at the moment neither Frank nor Kyle minded that.

"So why are we driving around? Isn't it more practical if we just walked? Like, as how trick or treating should go?" Y/N asked. Lifting a brow, interested in what Frank may have in mind.

Frank chuckled. "Right. Of course. I will actually go make some business with an accomplice of mine first. We can park at the mall and continue our task then. Sound good?" 

As Frank revealed his plan to handle some personal business with an accomplice, Y/N's curiosity was piqued. They glanced at the kids in the back, who seemed unfazed, before turning their attention back to Frank.

"What kind of business?" Y/N inquired, wanting to know more about Frank's mysterious errand.

Frank smirked in response. "The personal kind," he stated cryptically. "Wait in the car for me until I return, okay? Or... wait outside. Just wait for me until I come back. CD's got some debt to pay." His chuckle took on a darker tone, sending a shiver down Y/N's spine.

Y/N couldn't help but express their concern. "Sounds like a drug deal. Or you're probably gonna kill him," they remarked, half-jokingly.

Frank paused and then bursted into laughter. "It's not like that at all! I'm actually just takin' back a couple cash he owes me. Need to refill my tank anyway and what not," he explained, trying to reassure Y/N.

"That still sounds sketchy. Whatever. Just make that quick okay?" Y/N sighed. Sinking into the chair. 

"Yeah I wouldn't wanna waste another moment. Kids' got early curfew." Frank smirks and glances at Y/N. "I figure you too?" 

Y/N's eyes widen and they gasp, faking an offended tone, crossing their arms. "I'm an adult! Imagine having curfew at 21!" 

Frank chuckles softly. "So no? That means we could hang a little longer after I take the kids home. That okay? I just wanna know you a little more." And in that moment, Frank makes eye contact with Y/N. Y/N swallows the lump in their throat and seems sheepish.

"Yeah. Um. It's whatever. Just don't expect too much." 

Frank grinned, understanding Y/N's reluctance but also appreciating their willingness to continue the day's adventure. "Got it," he replied, his tone warm and reassuring.

As the van continued its journey, Frank couldn't help but steal glances at Y/N, feeling a sense of excitement building within him at the prospect of spending more time together. Despite the earlier hiccup, Frank knew that it wouldn't be long until Y/N eventually warmed up to him again. 

With a shared understanding between them, Frank and Y/N settled into a comfortable silence as they continued their journey. The gentle hum of the van's engine filled the air, accompanied by the chatter of the kids in the back.

Y/N couldn't help but subtly glance at Frank from time to time though. He seemed pretty focus on the road. His grip on the wheel was firm and with his precision and skill in driving, he makes it look so easy.. Except it's not!

Y/N reminisces for a moment. They remember the first time they drove a car. Their father was teaching them the basics before they could finally take a test for a license. Honestly though, they would claim that it was a pretty smooth ride... To their poor neighbors mail box. 

As Y/N reflected on their own driving experiences, they couldn't help but chuckle at the memory of their mishap with the mailbox. It was a humorous reminder of their journey to mastering the skill of driving.

Frank lifts a brow at Y/N's sudden chuckle. Though it was quite out of the blue he found it to be intriguing as he felt a smirk tug on his lips. For a moment he takes his eyes off the road and faces Y/N. "What're you thinkin' of sugar?"

Y/N's eyes widen upon realizing that they had chuckled out loud, and this causes them to blush faintly out of embarrassment. "Um. It's nothing..." 

"Ah. Come on, no one laughs out of the blue for no reason— I mean, unless you're probably a psycho or a schizo— There's no in between." Y/N perks up a little and a sudden soft laugh escaped their lips. 

Frank's smirk widened. He managed to make them laugh. That's good. Now to progressively make conversation. "Well? Are you gonna tell me of what?" 

Y/N sighed and shaked their head, a soft smile tugging on their lips. "It's stupid." 

Frank's curiosity was piqued as he watched Y/N's sheepish expression and the subtle blush that colored their cheeks. He liked that. 

"Well you know your stupidest thoughts make the best stories," Frank replied with a sincere expression. "Come on, share it with me. I promise I won't judge."

Y/N hesitated for a moment, their gaze flickering away before returning to meet Frank's. "Well, I was just thinking about the first time I drove a car," they admitted, their voice tinged with amusement. "Let's just say it didn't go exactly as planned."

Frank chuckled softly, intrigued by Y/N's confession. "Oh? Do tell," He urged. "I'm all ears." 

Y/N couldn't help but smile at Frank's genuine interest, feeling a bit more at ease with sharing their embarrassing story.

"Well, it was my first time behind the wheel, and I was so nervous," they began, recalling the memory. "I thought I had everything under control, but as soon as I started driving, I accidentally hit the accelerator instead of the brake."

Frank's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he couldn't contain a chuckle. "Oh no, what happened next?"

Y/N's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as they continued, "Well, I ended up zooming forward and, before I knew it, I crashed into our neighbor's mailbox."

Frank bursts into laughter. Shaking his head playfully.  "That sounds like quite the experience! What did your neighbor have to say?"

Y/N grinned sheepishly. "Luckily, our neighbor was understanding and laughed it off. But let's just say it took me a while to build up the courage to drive again after that."

Frank chuckled softly and turned to face Y/N. "That was definitely quite a story... To be fair, I'd like for you to hear my first disaster in driving as well." He laughs, little did Y/N know Frank's experience was far worse. 

Y/N's eyes widened with curiosity. "Really? What's the summary?" They asked, curious to hear Frank's own driving mishap. 

Frank chuckled softly. "Let's just say it involves some pretty critical accidents, financial support afterwards and a run in with the law." 

Y/N was definitely intrigued now. They chuckle. Eager to hear about Frank's story. "Go on."

Frank grinned, glad for the opportunity to share. "Alright, well, it was my first time driving alone after getting my license," he began, his tone playful. "I was feeling pretty confident, you know, thinking I had everything figured out."

Y/N leaned in, hanging onto Frank's every word.

"So, I started driving, and everything seemed to be going smoothly," Frank continued, his expression turning sheepish. "But then, I made a wrong turn and ended up on a one-way street going the wrong way."

Y/N's eyes widened in amusement, a smile tugging at their lips.

Frank chuckled nervously. "Yeah, it gets worse. As I'm trying to figure out how to turn around, I accidentally hit the curb and blow out one of my tires."

Y/N couldn't help but laugh softly, picturing the scene unfolding.

"And to top it all off," Frank added with a grin, "a police car pulls up behind me, lights flashing. Let's just say I got a stern lecture about paying more attention to road signs."

Y/N doubled over with laughter, finding Frank's story both hilarious and endearing. "Well, you reap what you sow. I guess we both had our fair share of mishaps on the road."

Frank nodded, his smile widening. "Yeah, but hey, it's all part of the learning experience, right?"

Y/N nodded in agreement, their laughter gradually subsiding as they settled back into their seats. Frank took his eyes back on the road. Although he was still very eager to continue their conversation the mall was actually just now in eyes view so it unfortunately had to be cut short. 

"Well kid as much as this conversation entertains me I'm afraid we've arrived at our destination." 

Frank's voice was tinged with a hint of disappointment as he spoke, knowing that their conversation had to come to an end for now. He pulled the van into a parking spot near the mall entrance and turned off the engine.

Y/N nodded understandingly, a smile still lingering on their lips from their shared laughter. "Yeah. I suppose you should get your drug deal going now then." Slight chuckle. 

Frank shakes his head playfully and exits the van, laughing softly. "Not a drug deal. I'll be back in about 10. Take care of the kids because they tend to wander around when unsupervised!" And with a wave, Frank had gotten out of sight. 

Y/N sat for a moment, watching Frank walk off before deciding to take a look at the kids at the back, engaging in conversation.

"Hey kiddos. Looks like we'll be waiting a while. You guys excited nonetheless?" Y/N smiled softly at the children who were innocently beaming with life energy.

"Yeah!" Both shouted in unison, giggling. 

Y/N felt their heart swell with warmth. So cute. Even though they waren't fond of little kids these two were tolerable. Y/N takes a deep breath as they lean into their chair, closing their eyes as they took in the nice, quiet atmosphere. 

Though it wasn't long before it was suddenly broken again.

"Mister Frank's friend can we go to the mall? Pleaseeee..?" Skid asked as he carefully tugged on Y/N's shirt. 

"Oh. Uh. I mean, I don't know kid..." Y/N paused.

Y/N was torn between wanting to keep the kids safe and understanding their eagerness to explore. They glanced at the mall entrance, then back at the kids, considering their options.

"We'll behave!" Pump chirped in.

"And we won't be bad. Promise!"

What even is their definition of bad?

Y/N rubbed the back of their neck. "Let's just wait for Frank, okay? I'm not good with babysitting..."

The kids expressions faltered for a moment, humming a low "awe" as they sat in silence.

'Oh come on... Don't look at me like that..!' Y/N thought to themselves as they groaned internally.

Y/N really didn't wanna upset Frank in case he came back early and saw that they were not around the park at all. 

Well I mean... They could send a quick text. Yeah. Why not..!

Y/N pulled out their phone and quickly typed a message to Frank, explaining the kids' request and asking for his permission to take them into the mall. After hitting send, they turned back to Skid and Pump.

"Alright, I sent Frank a message. If he says it's okay, we can go inside for a bit. But you have to promise to stick close to me and behave, okay?"

The kids' faces lit up with excitement, nodding eagerly. "Promise!" they chorused.

A few moments later, Y/N's phone buzzed with a reply from Frank: "Yeah. Go ahead sugar. Just keep an eye on them and don't let them wander off. I'll be quick."

Y/N sighed in relief and quickly undid their seat belt. "Good news! Frank gave us permission." 

"Yay!" The kids basically screamed out. It echoed throughout the van. Damn were these kids loud.

Y/N and the kids piled out of the van and headed toward the mall entrance. Skid and Pump were practically bouncing with excitement, while Y/N kept a watchful eye on them.

"Remember, stay close to me," Y/N reminded them as they walked through the automatic doors into the bustling mall. The bright lights and festive decorations added to the lively atmosphere, making it feel like a miniature adventure.

As they strolled through the mall, Skid and Pump pointed out various stores and displays that caught their interest. Y/N couldn't help but smile at their enthusiasm, feeling a bit of their own tension melt away in the presence of the kids' innocent joy.

"Can we get some ice cream?" Skid asked, tugging on Y/N's sleeve.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, considering the request. "Do they even sell ice cream here?" 

Y/N paused for a moment. It's been a decade since they left but.. Was this mall ever here? Is this new? They recall an old mall that stood on the very same platform, though this doesn't seem quite the same.. it's bigger.. And just.. Not right. I guess it's innovation taking it's toll.

Y/N was snapped out of their thoughts when they heard a tired voice calling out to them from behind. 

Y/N turned around, looking for the source of the voice. An employee of the mall, looking slightly disheveled and tired, approached them. "Excuse me," the man said. "Are those kids with you?" He pointed to another isle.

Y/N lifted a brow, turning their head to face what he was pointing at. Their eyes widened as he quickly ran towards the kids, who were now climbing the shelves, presumably trying to reach something at the top.

"Kids!" Y/N calls out, standing in worry as their hands flailed around. "Ah shucks! Careful— Pump don't put your foot there! No Skid stop!—" They panicked as the disheveled Employee just followed and stood besides them.

Y/N finally brought it upon themselves to catch the kids, grabbing them by their collars as they furrow their brows.

"You said you would behave!" Y/N grunted, carefully setting them down. "You promised—" They were suddenly cut off upon hearing a guttural laugh behind them.

Y/N turned their head around and towering over them was a big, big man. He was wearing a red sweater and he looked to be in his 40s by the very least. 

"Those yours?" He asked, he looks friendly, or at least, acts to be.

Y/N sheepishly smiled up at him and stammered a little. 

"Ah. N-Not exactly.. I mean..," Y/N stopped speaking and mentally slapped themselves. 

"Sorry. Um. No, they're not mine sir. I'm just kinda looking after 'em." Y/N stated. They couldn't tell why... But honestly, they were pretty scared of him..!

The man chuckled, then hummed softly. "Well sugar they sure look cute.. Plump... Tender even."

Oh. So the man actually speaks English as well. How embarrassing. Y/N had to switch mid sentence and the man could understand it anyway. That must be insulting for the both of them, in a way.

Y/N stiffened upon hearing the petname 'sugar' roll off his tongue. It felt largely different as to when Frank would call them that. Not to mention his weird set of words. 

Y/N laughed nervously. "Ah, you think so?" They bit the inside of their cheek. The employee was no more so it's just the four of them in that isle now. The man looked like he was about to speak again until suddenly, a corny yet catchy tone broke the tense atmosphere.

Y/N's eyes widened and glanced at their phone. It was Frank.

Y/N sighed in relief and looked up at the man for a moment, who was staring down at them with such intense eyes.

"I gotta go," Y/N paused, not answering the call just yet. They squinted a little, might be rude to stare but hey, this guy wasn't hiding it either.

Strangely, his gaze felt familiar.

Y/N waved a dismissive hand before taking the kids along with them, heading to the exit. The man nodded in acknowledgement and eventually just turned away. Good grief.

Once they made it halfway into the exit Y/N finally answered the call.

"Hey. The transaction sort of ended earlier than expected, I'm heading back, I'd say you guys do the same." Frank said, his sweet, hoarse voice sounding oddly soothing. 

"Yeah, no problem." Y/N simply said, keeping their gaze on the kids in front of them to make sure they don't decide to pull a fast one and skid away.

Frank hummed in response, his breathing audible through the other end. 

A pause.

"Did you guys buy anything?" Frank asked, avoiding silence.

"Mmh. No. Well, almost but um, yeah." 

Frank chuckled. "What's that supposed to mean?" 

Y/N pouted. "It's whatever.." They mutter, looking up and suddenly meeting eyes with Frank, who stood across from them, leaning into his van.

Frank instinctively ends the call and smirks. "Just about time." He seems to be holding a sack in his other hand. Y/N lifts a brow.

"What's it for?" Y/N referred to the sack. 

"Kids." 

Y/N cringed at the reply and chuckled, furrowing their brows. "What are you? A kidnapper?" 

Frank's smirk widens. Okay.. Creepy.

"Yeah." 

Y/N rolled their eyes. "A kidnapper, Ken, A skeleton and a pumpkin. Aren't we quite popping." 

Frank chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Hmm. Seems so. Anyhow, we should get going, he pauses for a moment, rummaging through his van as he seemed to be searching for something, humming as he found it.

Frank hands Skid and Pump each a sack. They cheer excitedly and grab the sacks with pride.

"Why do you have sacks and not baskets like a normal person?" 

They begin walking, Pump and Skid mainly leading the way. 

"Better, in every way." The short simple answer wasn't quite satisfying. 

"That sounds creepy." 

Frank chuckles. "Just stickin' to my act sugar." 

Y/N stuck out their tongue and paused for a moment. That reminds them. "There was a creepy dude at the mall earlier." 

Frank lifts a brow, his expression falters a little. He hums, urging Y/N to go on.

"He was kinda obese. But he managed to reach at least 6 feet..!" Y/N exclaimed. "But nevertheless, they somehow managed to look scary. And I don't know why but he.. It's like.. I know him."

Frank seemed to be thinking tensely. Was he even listening?

"I'd advise you to not speak to that man ever again."

Y/N lifts a brow. It's common sense but.. Did maybe Frank know something to simply get into that conclusion right away?

"Sounds like you know the guy or something." 

Frank grunted. "I do. Not exactly the best guy to hang around. Even I get the creeps off him." 

Y/N chuckled. This could be good teasing material. "You sound like you're just scared of the guy."

Frank rolled his eyes. "Oh you think so hm?" He suddenly grabs Y/N by the hip. 

"Because I bet I can be scarier." 

Y/N's eyes widened. What the hell is Frank doing? Their heart beats a little faster, their breath a bit more hitched. 

"See. I can tell you're already getting real nervous." Frank whispers, leaning in closer to Y/N, they were slightly farther from the kids so they waren't exactly aware of what was happening.

"Frank—" 

Before Y/N could even mutter out a sentence, Frank pulled away and shoved his hands back in his pocket, laughing as he came to a stop, along with the kids. 

"And here's our first victim." Frank said, turning to the house now besides them. Skid and Pump giggled mischievously as they bolted to the front door, knocking like mad lads as they were screaming out 'trick or treat!' 

Y/N sheepishly followed behind the three. They were so flustered. They can't believe Frank had the guts to do just that! They pout and furrow their brows. How insulting. 

"So you're just gonna touch me there and act like nothing happened?" 

Frank smirked and glanced at Y/N. "Would you prefer I keep my hands on you?" 

Y/N held up their hands defensively and scoffed. "Ew. No thanks." They chuckle slightly.

Before Frank can speak out a word though, the door opened and without wasting another minute, a few bits of candy was dropped into Skid and Pumps open sacks. The man at the door was about to shut it when he realized Frank and Y/N was there too. He groans and rolls his eyes, offering the last bit of candy to them.

The kids smile and thank the man in a slurry, quickly walking off to the next house. 

The man shuts the door and without another word they move on to the next house. 

"No questions asked huh?"

Frank chuckles. "I told you it's like tradition sugar." 

Y/N shook their head, still trying to shake off the odd encounter at the mall and Frank's unexpected touch. The kids were already dashing towards the next house, their energy seemingly endless. Frank and Y/N followed behind, the night air filled with the sounds of laughter and rustling leaves.

"You sure you don't want me to stay closer?" Frank teased, his voice low as he leaned in slightly.

Y/N shot him a look, half-annoyed, half-amused. "I think I can manage without you groping me, thanks."

Frank laughed, his eyes twinkling in the dim streetlights. "Just trying to keep things interesting."

They reached the next house, and Skid and Pump were already at the door, their voices ringing out with "Trick or treat!" The homeowner, a kind-looking woman, smiled warmly as she handed out candy, commenting on their costumes.

Y/N watched the kids' faces light up with each new piece of candy added to their sacks. It was moments like this that made the chaos worth it. Despite everything, they found themselves enjoying the evening, the sense of community, and the simple joy of super early Halloween. 

"Two houses down," Y/N paused.

"A couple fifty more to go." Frank continued. 

"Gonna be a long night of diabetes and walking huh?" 

"Seems so."

As the night unfolded with each knock on a door and every "trick or treat" exclaimed by Skid and Pump, Frank and Y/N found themselves caught in the enchanting rhythm of the early Halloween festivities. With each step they took through the neighborhood, they discovered more than just candy-filled sacks and anticipating home owners.