"Mitey?" Frank called out. His eyes grew wide and he felt tears welling up in his eyes.
"Yeah Fwankky?" a small voice called out. Instantly Frank felt better. He searched the dark for his brunette friend, although it was pitch black. A flash of lightning lit up the room for a moment, long enough for Mikey to see Frank huddled in the corner. The younger child made his way to his older companion, throwing his small arms around the terrified boy.
"Mitey why is the dark so scawwy?" Frank asked, trembling. The younger replied by pressing a kiss into Frank's forehead.
"Is otay, Fwankky. Thews nuffin in the dark to be scawed of." Mikey whispered. Frank relaxed in Mikey's arms. Even though Frank was older, Mikey always calmed him down. Frank smiled and laid his head on Mikey's shoulder. "Hey Fwankky, I'll be wight back otay?" Mikey said suddenly, standing up. Frank immediately started hyperventilating again.
"No Mitey dont weave me pweese! Dont weave me in the dawwk!"
"Fwankky, I'll be WIGHT back I pwomise." Frank was still scared. "Just close youw eyes, Fwankky. When you open them I'll be back." Frank squeesed his eyes shut.
Mikey tiptoed away. A few minutes later, he reappeared carrying two blankets, two pillows, a bag of marshmallows, and a flashlight. "Otay Fwankky. Open youw eyes." Frank opened his eyes and smiled.
"Mashmewwos!" he giggled. Mikey draped a blanket over a table and the two climbed under, settling themselves among the pillows and clicking on the flashlight.
"Otay Fwankky, we can just wait here till da stowm is over. Den thew wiw be no scawwy monstews." Mikey cooed to the older boy. They wasted no time openeing the package of marshmallows and chowing down.
"I wuv you Mitey" Frank said quietly, snuggling with the younger boy.
"I wuv you too, Fwankky." Mikey replied, pulling the second blanket over them and closing his eyes. Within seconds, the 4 year old and the 6 year old were sound asleep.
The next morning, Mrs. Way searched the house quietly for the two boys. She sighed as she realised how terrified poor Frank had probably been. The child was scared of the dark. Finally, she found them. Mikey and Frank were cuddled together under the table in a makeshift fort. A small fashlight glowed and marshmallows littered the floor. She smiled.
"How sweet," Donna thought to herself. She knelt down, clicked off the flashlight, and tucked the blanket around the sleeping pair.
"Cute kids"