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A / n: I haven't been able to update as much as I want to, however I'm still here! I just have to try and make the best of things and be productive on my days off, which is quite the challenge might I add! Don't forget to R&R lovelies! :)


Chapter Three

Diary! Diary... I'm still so excited from last nights events, I don't even know if I can calm my charge long enough to write! It's just... I'm feeling voltageous!

Okay Frankie... just breathe. Just breathe and relax... it's so uhh-mazing I can't!

*taking a brief pause to calm down*

Alright, I just got back from walking Watzit, now that we've both wound down from the walk, I'm charging in my bed.

Let's start it back from the weekend just past. The doorbell rung and my daddy set down his new book on the normie mind down to answer the door. He said that he saw Heath Burns. So he asked him what his intentions were, and in his own 'teenaged awkwardness' as daddy reported, asked if I was home. He didn't like the fact that he had something called a tent, that he wanted to pitch it and have me in it, but he explained that it was all for a very good cause. Again, my father is so skeptical!

After giving him a million and twenty questions...

Well wait, remember the last entry when I was telling you about my secret desire to be in the changing weather? Well, Heath set up the tent contraption in the backyard and he came up to my room to get me. He felt bad when he grabbed my hand and ran – to realize that was all he grabbed and the rest of me was still standing in place. He blushed and my hand totally flirted with his... silly hand.

So I follow Heath and his apparent excitement, he ushers me outside. But I remember the feeling in the air... it was the same feeling from when I was a little ghoul. That... damp feeling in the air, right before it rained. He brought me outside and into this tent. He zipped it up and there were sleeping bags and pillows... and so I lay down and looking up, there's a clear plastic looking out into the starry sky... and that's when it happened.

No, not what daddy was suspecting of Heath, hahaha.

But... I saw it. I was in it for the first time ever!

I was in the rain, but fully protected from it. I watched as the... oh what were they called? The raindrops! I watched as the raindrops hit the clear plastic and trickled down. I could see the shadow of the rain on the outside of the tent too. It was voltage! The whole thing just... it was uhh-mazingg.

All thanks to Heath, for bringing over his tent, so I could be in the rain with him. Isn't that clawsome?!

I looked over to see Heath sound asleep after I stopped buzzing from all my excitement. So as thanks, I kissed his cheek and settled down listening to the rain all night.

Thank you Heath, for making something I've always dreamed of – happen.

Lots of Love,

Frankie Stein