Franky's carrying Mini up the stairs, she's too drunk to walk straight. She hates it when Mini shows up at her door at ungodly hours.
Franky opens the door and lays Mini on her bed. Mini looks up at Franky and kisses her.
Franky kisses back, even though she hates the taste of vodka on Mini's lips.
She can't handle Mini drunk again. It hurts her to know she'll never be able to kiss her when she's sober.
Mini can't handle the thought of being anything but straight. Mini tries to think of all of those things with Liv as just messing around.
Mini tries to tell herself that she didn't like it.
Franky lies down next to her. Mini rolls over and kisses Franky again.
"Mini, please stop doing this to me" Franky whispers quietly, so quiet she can hardly hear herself say it.
Mini closes her eyes, a tear falls down on her cheek.
Franky can feel her breathing slowing down. Mini's asleep within minutes.
Franky draws circles on her back with her fingers.
Franky wishes this could work, but she knows it never will. She's too much of a fuck-up and Mini's too much of a control freak who can't admit anything.
Mini wakes up in bed alone, she runs to the toilet and throws up.
She remembers last night, getting drunk and wanting Franky to hold her again, to smell her sweet scent.
She remembers walking to Frankys house in her high heels that she lost somewhere after they hurt her feet too much.
She remembers kissing Franky's sweet lips. She remembers what Franky said to her.
She can't deal with this.
She throws up again, feeling the tears roll down her cheeks.
She puts on Franky's ugly red jacket that Franky manages to pull off so well and walks down the stairs and out the door without saying a word.