A/N: This chapter is named after 'The Sea is' by Los Campesinos.

"Frankie, how was your week?"

'Don't respond, don't respond.. There's a cute boy looking..'

Frankie glanced in Cam's direction before allowing her thoughts to continue.

'Okay, there's a cute boy listening.. Not looking..'

Her arms crossed her chest in a rebellious manner, trying her best to look as badass as possible. 'I hate the world, I hate people, I'd rather be anywhere else but here…' Her mind trailed on further, wanting to act exactly the way Cam did. Although, only two out of those three thoughts were true. She didn't hate people, and she certainly didn't hate the world. The universe had only been overly cruel very limited times in her life. There had to be something beautiful lurking on this planet somewhere. She still had time to laugh, to live, and to love. There was no reason to mope around just because her brother and mother were gone; she was going to live a life great enough for all three of them. They wouldn't want her to be some melancholic soul due to her mom's own mistake. She wanted to be joyful, happy, anything that would keep her life positive. Breathing was a pleasure; eating was a luxury; being able to dip your toes into the ocean was amazing.. Everything was amazing.

Campbell clearly didn't think like this. There was always a cold and disappointed look on his face, and she wished she could guess what had happened to the boy to make him think like this. Why couldn't everyone see all the magnificence in this world like she did?

The therapist was staring at her. The whole groups' eyes were on her. Frankie had even seen Cam catch a quick glimpse of her. They all expected her to speak; she had never denied responding before. This was out of the ordinary and her father would for sure be informed. It wasn't as if he'd understand the call, anyway, considering he'd be completely wasted-as usual, but Frankie didn't want the rest of the kids finding her weird; she could feel a panic attack in the process.

"I picked a patch of flowers." She blurted out, realizing how childlike and foolish she must've sounded. She could have swore she saw Campbell scoff at her for the reply, and a frown became present on her lips. She hadn't meant to say something that stupid, but it was the first thing that came to her mind other than the people currently located around her; judging her. "They were yellow. I picked out my favorites to put in my hair." Frankie added with a light sigh, finding an abrupt interest in the pair of sneakers on her two small feet. "I like accessories." She said confidently, a small grin sneaking onto her berry flavored, lip glossed covered mouth. She didn't care if Cam found her naive due to the fact she barely knew the guy; she liked flowers, and there was nothing wrong with it.

A certain raven-haired boy promised to meet her outside of the building once the session was over. Frankie didn't show how much she appreciated Zig on the outside, but she truly did. He was one of the only people she really hung around. Of course, she spoke to a couple of girls in her classes, but they never really got her as much as Zig did. Of course, this value didn't go anything above a friendship, which the other problematic teen would have been greatly dissatisfied by. She had hinted that she didn't want to create anything above their current relationship status, but Zig continued to keep pushing towards it, which made Frankie feel like the bad guy in the process. Once in a while, she would give in, and that would end in brief, meaningless kisses. Which also made the situation worsen, because she was technically leading the older boy on. It was all one giant mess and all Frankie wanted was for Zig to see her as just a friend.

She greeted the familiar face with a bright smile, wrapping her arms around his neck. He smelt of his regular cologne, and she was well aware that it was only to hide the scent of weed. "Hey, Ziggy." She mumbled into his shoulder before pulling away from the quick embrace, glad to be out of the therapy room. She couldn't make an idiot of herself in front of Zig, considering he was too blinded by his feelings of like to notice it.

"How was it?" He asked, clearly interested in how the session had really been. He showed real attentiveness in what was going on with Frankie, and she admired that. It was too bad that he had too much of a similar personality to be 'boyfriend material'.

"I made myself look stupid. It was-" She was cut off by another foreign and undetectable voice.

The words "Who is this?" caused Frankie to twirl around, catching Campbell Saunders in her sight. Her heartbeat stopped for a moment. The utterly adorable boy was still talking to her after the vacuous event that had taken place minutes before?

"Zig. He's a friend." The girl was swift to answer, motioning behind her towards Zig. The two boys exchanged a handshake and few words. As she observed, Frankie couldn't understand why Cam confronted her today-out of all days. Zig was around and she couldn't say anything remotely close about how nice she found his appearance to be or how much she enjoyed the way he was able to disregard the therapist's instructions. Her friend would have shown jealous on the spot and she didn't want a brawl to happen in front of any fellow patients.

The whole conversation was plain and unneeded, at least that's what Frankie had assumed at the time. The teenagers said quick and rushed goodbyes before Zig headed off with the girl and Cam hurried into the passenger seat of his mother's car.

It was late when Frankie got home after another night with Zig. She hadn't checked her phone for hours and supposed it would be a smart thing to do. Once she was settled into her bed, she found herself scrolling through all of her social networks, until she reached FaceRange. Yet another message was in her inbox from Campbell and she couldn't help but allow her eyes to squint at it. What was he doing messaging her? They had only held a few chats from the time he requested her, but it had never been anything long or heavy.

'Did you have fun with your boyfriend?' was across the screen, and Frankie couldn't help but giggle at the words; the girl wasn't sure if it was because of the pot she had inhaled or if she found it genuinely funny. The idea of Zig Novak being her boyfriend was overly hilarious and she was soon consumed into a light laughing fit.

'Zig isn't my boyfriend. We're seriously just friends. Why? jealous?'

'I don't even know you. I was just wondering.'

'You seem awfully curious for a stranger.'

'Sorry.. I'll back off.'

But Frankie didn't want Cam to 'back off'. She found the question amusing and legitimately enjoyed the attention she was receiving. It wasn't as if she got it from anyone else that didn't go by the name of 'Zig', so it was refreshing that somebody was that interested.

'I don't have a boyfriend at all, jsyk.'

'Weird.'

'Why is it weird?'

'You're too pretty.'

Butterflies. Heartbeats. Frankie was ecstatic, and the relaxing effects of the marijuana in her system weren't able to contain her excitement from those three words. She had never been called something as simple as pretty before, and she loved it. She loved everything; the world was absolutely fantastic. Although, she didn't want to overreact to the compliment, considering Cam wasn't able to see her so she could be as calm as she wanted.

'Thanks. I'm heading to bed. See you next Thursday.'

'Night. :)'

That was the first emoticon he had ever used in a FaceRange conversation with her before. Actually, she was positive she had never seen the boy smile in public-ever. His emotions were always hidden away and Frankie couldn't read him. It bothered her to no end, but there was no way she could tell him about her annoyance towards it; she barely knew him.

Thursday's session came and went. It was fairly straightforward and Frankie hadn't done anything to embarrass herself this week. Zig wasn't able to walk around with her today, which she didn't mind, because of the fact she had never had an issue with being by herself. She could think consistently without being interrupted by others. She trudged out of the building, being stopped by a firm hand gripping her shoulder.

Glancing over the limb, she found Cam being the subject, and that confused her again. Why was he always sneaking up on her like that after they left the room? Did he need something?

Without saying a word, the boy leaned over into a nearby area of grass, which contained limited yellow flowers sprouting from the disgusting, and black, dirt. He pulled up one of the stems, placing the flower into Frankie's brunette locks as gently as possible. Cam looked over the object, trying to figure out if he liked it or not. Suddenly, his brown eyes lit up. He had finally decided.

"You do pull it off. It looks really nice. I was only wondering again. Sorry." Cam said with a sly and devious smirk, not being able to help but let a low chuckle pass his slightly chapped and pink lips.

After watching Frankie stand there dumbfounded, he added, "Message me tonight. I hate doing it first. I always feel like I'm annoying you."

Before she could respond to his very few statements, Campbell Saunders was gone, and her face was blushing a red tint. Was her heart beating? Was she even alive anymore? Frankie couldn't tell, but she didn't wait any longer before ripping her phone out of her pocket and shooting the boy a FaceRange message; she was thrilled to chat with him all night long.