A/N: Thank you all so much! That's all I have to say, really. -Bianca:3
"Uh, Frank, hi... Listen, could I talk to you?" Hazel wasn't surprised when Frank began to walk away from her hurriedly. She knew he wouldn't want to talk. "Frank, please, I just want to clear some stuff up!" Hazel half-shouted, hurrying after Frank, who had, by now, reached his room.
"What is there to clear up Hazel? You and Leo are... - are..." He stopped, trying not to spit out the word. "dating and-" He paused once again. He didn't really know what to say. He wished she hadn't ambushed him. "And you're just... You hate me!" He turned to close the door, but Hazel was already there.
"I don't hate you, Frank, I just wish you'd let me explain!" He stopped. She didn't hate him. The thought stuck in his mind. He felt like crying. He honestly thought Hazel would never want to speak to him again.
"Uh, I-" Now isn't the time to mess up, Frank. He scolded himself. Words got caught in his mouth and his throat felt as if it were closing up. "Uh, y-you can explain..." He managed to say without stuttering as much as predicted.
"Well, me and Leo are, kind of... dating" The word sounded weird in her mouth. Of course they were 'dating', but the word made her feel somewhat patronized. "But I just wanted to say that I'm sorry... I mean, I didn't want to make you upset-" Frank sighed and Hazel bit her lip. She could tell that he wasn't falling for what she was saying. "Okay, well, in short, I'm sorry, but us two were never going to work out!"
"Why?" Frank scowled.
"You made me feel so - so... So insecure of myself. I wasn't sure how to act around you, or what to say or if I was good enough for you, Frank. It killed me. And then L-Leo came along and he just-he makes me happy, you know? And he reminds me so much of Sammy, but he's so different at the same time. He just makes me feel so happy and- and-"
"Yes, Hazel, I don't need you describing him too me."
"Sorry..." He scowl deepened and he silently shooed her out of the door, before closing it. He sat down on his bed so he could think.
Many questions raced through his mind for the rest of that day, all unanswerable and all had no point to them whatsoever.
"Hi. Can I sit?" Hazel nodded down to the bed.
"Sure." Leo said, a sad smile on his face.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Their conversations were so blunt for the past few days. After the whole 'I love you' thing, Leo had been so awkward around Hazel, she was never sure what to think of his mood. Leo, on the other hand, felt the same way, but for Hazel. He thought she had no love for him whatsoever, and she was just faking it, but he wished the thought away as quickly as it came.
"Leo."
"Do you really-" Leo didn't want to say anything. He thought, or somewhat knew, that Hazel would be offended and saddened by this.
"Do I really what?" She put a hand on his knee and he tensed. She took it off slowly. "Sorry." Hazel looked at him apologetically. He shook his head.
"No, it's fine, I just... I don't really know. I guess I'm just scared."
"Of what?" Hazel's eyes widened.
"Just... That you won't like me anymore, I guess." Leo chocked back a sob. He would not cry in front of Hazel.
"You can cry." She smiled sympathetically at him, and felt the need to cry herself. She didn't feel the tears that fell down her cheek until Leo pointed them out. She managed a small laugh whilst wiping them away, feeling stupid. She could tell Leo was about to cry.
"Honestly. I won't laugh." So he did. He just cried. Hazel didn't want to do anything, and Leo was glad about that. She sat there, looking at him, studying him and wondering what she could do to make things better, even if she knew that the answer was nothing. Nothing at all.