Chapter 4
The day before the movie, I was in the car with Frenchy at what they called "Lover's Lane." I'd called her earlier and she'd sounded a bit less than happy.
"What's wrong, honey?"
Frenchy sighed. "You wanna know why Doody broke up with me?" She paused. "It was because he… we fought a bunch."
"He better not have hit you," I growled.
"No…" she replied, her voice thickening. "We had another one this morning, and he… he said such awful things…"
I held her close as she started to cry.
"He… he called me all sorts of names! I…". She buried her head in my chest as she told me what he'd said.
"D-Doody… hates… me!" she sobbed.
"Frenchy…" I cooed. "Nobody could hate you… you're sweet, you're so bubbly and cute and it's… your happy smile… that special, heartwarming smile is so contagious." I kissed her forehead. "You have such a big, warm heart," I said softly. "And when it stops, I'll be right there punching it to start it again." I sighed. "I heard stories about you at school. Stories of how nice you are, how pretty you are. This is probably the worst time to say this but…". I wiped her tears and smiled.
"I… I really like you, Frenchy."
Frenchy just nodded as she started crying again.
"Shhh… sweetie," I whispered. "Shhh…". I gently rocked her, stroking her hair. "Just relax… it's okay."
Frenchy sniffled. "You are just so sweet through all of this," she sobbed. "You are so supportive of me…"
I wiped her tears again and looked into her eyes. She just looked so heartbroken… I couldn't take it. A tear rolled down my face as I gently whispered… "Francesca…". I stroked her neck. "Nobody hates you."
She smiled and leaned in, gently kissing me as she grabbed my hair softly.
I returned the kiss softly but deeply… she tasted like peaches and, very very slightly, cigarette smoke. Her lips were so soft… I planted little kisses across her jawline as I stroked her cheek.
"Yes…" she shuddered through parted lips.
As I kissed her neck, she let out soft, happy moans, gasping just as softly when my breath went over her delicate skin. She moaned again as I gently nibbled her ear.
"Oh my God…" she whispered.
By the time we'd gotten back to her house, she seemed to be in a dreamlike state… 'cause she was smilin' just like a Cheshire Cat.