A/N: This is a quick chapter, mainly to let all my readers know I haven't forgotten about you. In June, my motherboard fried. I still haven't been able to get it replaced. But I don't want you guys to feel like I abandoned the story, so right now, I am at the library, doing this up so you guys will know I am still alive! As usual, REVIEW! I love reading your reviews.
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"I just don't know how to tell him," Jonathon said as he slowed down his pace to allow Frankie to catch up. "Every time I try, something happens that stops it. I am actually happy about that , though. I want to tell him how I am feeling, but when I get that chance, I start feeling so sick." He kicked a pebble down the park sidewalk.
"It sounds to me like you guys just need to be locked in a room together, where no one can get in…or out," Frankie replied, a smile on her face.
Jonathon let out a chuckle. This actually felt nice. He needed someone to talk to about what he was going through. Sure, he had Ms. Tebbitt, but it wasn't the same as another person, his own age, who could possibly relate. He wasn't sure how she could help him, but it was nice just to get this stuff off his chest.
"I don't think that would be worth it. I just want to be able to tell him, and, if it doesn't go as well as I want it to, I can run."
Frankie smiled. "I think it will go better than you could imagine."
He looked at her. "Why do you say that?"
"Timothy is a romantic. I love him to death, but he does seem to live in his own little world sometimes. If you want my advice, you need to do something over the top to get his attention, romantically. I mean, you are a good looking guy, and, if I wasn't trying to get with Max, and you weren't gay, I would jump all over you."
His cheeks darkened as he smiled, embarrassed. "What do you mean, over the top?"
Frankie stopped and sat on a bench next to the pathway. " I mean, you need to do something to show that you really want to be with him. Sweep him off his feet. Prove to him that you love him."
Jonathon sprawled himself out on the grass, thinking. He didn't know what he could do. "An example?" he asked.
Frankie shook her head. "I can't tell you that. It's something you need to figure out for yourself." She stopped talking as her cell rang. She held up a finger, and answered the phone.
He flipped over onto his stomach and stared off into the wooded area behind them, lost in thought. He knew one thing that could get Timothy's attention, but he wasn't very comfortable with coming out of the closet yet. He had to do something that would get Timothy to notice him, without endangering himself.
As he stared off into the woods, shafts of sunlight filtered through gaps in the foliage, a flash of purple caught his attention. He looked over his shoulder. Frankie was still talking on the phone. He got up and walked to the edge of the trees. Looking around in the dim light, he spotted a single purple flower, that he didn't recognize, growing at the base of a tall oak tree. He reached out for it, when he heard Frankie call for him. He turned around and ran back to her, thinking about the strange flower.
