AN: this chapter would have sad moments, happy ones and I have introduced here a few of the PLL characters, hope you enjoy and sorry for the delay.
At first glance I can seem like the stereotypical 16 years old American girl because I am a cheerleader, the leader of the Student Social Chair that means I am the one in charge of all the parties done in Anchor Beach, I hang out with popular people and have a lot of admires and I am at this moment in a underage school party with my best friends consuming alcohol and pot.
But I am not the normal kind of girl.
I have two moms, one black and the other white.
No legal father but I have a biological one.
Five siblings and they are not biologically related to me. My older brother is working in NY orchestra and his twin sister is working as professional photographer in L.A; my other sister is currently in NY finishing her degree to be a lawyer; the second brother just left the house with a son and her girlfriend to be a wrestle and study and my other brother is in his last year of high school.
No boyfriend yet because I am secretly in love with one of my best friends.
And now that you know all this things about me…I am Francesca Danielle Adams Foster.
I am currently dancing with Sasha and Lucy in Ash's party and I have drunk what my mama would have said it was too much. I can see Marcus from here, he is talking with other girls and they are laughing at him. He has curly brown hair, dark brown eyes, brown skin and he is taller than normal 16 years old boys. He has a great sense of humor and is very confident about himself…not like his twin, Patrick that is shy and reserved but with great sense of humor and is very compassionate, he is my other best friend.
I focus on dancing and flirting with other boys but half an hour after that I start to feel dizzy so I grab Patrick arm and everything that happen next is dark.
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I woke up in a hospital and I am confuse, how can I be in a hospital for having a few drinks? Mama is sleeping by my side and mom is beside the bed, looking at me and crying. I can see them even if my vision is kind of blurry.
-Why are you crying mom?
She sobs and hugs me and that wake mama that also came to my bed and hugs me while sobbing.
-What is happening?
My moms look at each other doing that weird thing that they do that is having a conversation with their eyes and believe me, is frustrating because you don't know what they are saying.
Mama sat down on my bed and takes my hand; mom does the same seconds later.
-Ok, doctors did some text on you because you were out for 12 hours and that was not normal so …well…
Mama's eyes filled with tears again and she stops talking, mom continues.
-In your system they didn't just found alcohol –she almost kill me with that look- but they also found that you…that you have leukemia my love.
At hearing those words I felt a strange thing in my stomach and my vision got blurred again, this time for tears, I also zoned out of the room into my own thoughts: I have cancer, I am sixteen and have cancer, I would have to stop going to school because I would have to stay in the hospital having chemo…I…wow"
-Frankie, my love, how are you feeling?
-is…is ok mom, I trust the doctors; they would make me feel better with chemo, radiation and all of that.
-Yeah…eh…you would have to stay here for a month and every two weeks you would have intense chemo (if you want it, of course) but in between those weeks they would process your cells so they can eliminate as much cancer cells as possible and then you would go home, take some pills and that is: entering and leaving the hospital until you found a donor baby.
Lena, after explaining all of that, hugged me and cried. I understand them, I really do, I am their baby and I am in risk of dying but they have to have hope.
-Is ok mama, I know it would be hard and my life would completely change but I have you, all my family, I would be ok.
-Yeah baby, she is right and she would find a donor soon, you would see.
-Do they…do they know?
-Your siblings? Jude knows, he is outside with Grandma Sharon and the rest of your siblings would be here in a few hours so you can tell them.
Jude entered the room few moments later and ran to me and hugged me, he cried in my shoulder and for the first time since they told me I have cancer I cried. I cried because I don't like to see them suffer about me and they would do it through all this process.
I hate that Callie and Angie have to get out of work to come here.
I hate that Brandon have to take a fly and take days off work just to hear the news.
I hate that Mariana would have to fly too and miss college.
I hate that Jesus, Emma and Aiden have to come all the way from Florida to hear this.
But at 9p.m, after I took two naps and barely ate, they entered the room.
Callie and Angie entered the room first, holding hands and with worried expressions; Mariana was seconds behind them with the same look and Jesus entered minutes later, I could see Emma waiting outside with my nephew and Brandon entered with Lou (to my surprise) but stopped in his track when he saw me in bed with IV.
-Hey you!
-Frankie!
-What happened?
-Why are you here? And why you look so pale?
I look at mom pleading her to stop all of them for talking at the same time: ENOUGH!
-Thanks mom, well –I hold back tears and hold mama's hand –doctor told me I have leukemia.
-Oh my god Frankie!
Mariana sit down beside me and hug me tight, like I am going to disappear and that's probably what they are thinking but I just want to stay positive, like my moms have taught me.
I look at all their faces and cry: Brandon has an odd expression on his face, his features are consumed by pain and I hate myself for making him unhappy even if I know that he is just mad at the cancer. Angelica has Callie wrapped against her arms and is whispering sweet things to her. Jesus is trying so hard not to punch something so he just sits down beside me and Mariana and hugs us both.
-We would be fine sis, you would see.
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Two months of treatment.
Two months of being at the hospital for a full week having intense chemo that let me exhausted the other two weeks and those where the weeks where I have to take pills and have classes at home.
I am starting to give up.
I am just too weak, too tired of everything.
I just want to get back to normal.
Pam, my private teacher, enters the living room with the History Book and sit in one of the arm chairs. My mama bought a blackboard so Pam could teach me better. But every morning Pam sits down with me and we chat about her life and a little bit about mine. She knows I don't want to talk about this but she also think that is good for me to express my feelings. She is very calm that makes me relax.
-Sweetie, how are you today?
-Kind of tired but excited to learn Pam, like always – I hug her and smile at her –how are you? Is your daughter here yet?
-Yes, she came yesterday with her fiancée and my grandbabies. Your moms invited them to dinner tonight so you would meet them. You will see, Emily is such a great soul and Ali is powerful and she used to be the queen b of the school.
-I'm sure I would love them Pam, can we start the lesson?
Pam gives me the book open at the colonization era and she starts talking about how Cristobal Colon discovered our country and Spanish, Dutch and French people started taking the East Coast, I listened to her and admired her passion about this. For two hours she explained everything to me: drawing things on the board to make it clearer and telling me some personal information of the colonizers.
-Pam, before we start with French, I have to…throw up.
She knows what to do; she has done it for the past three weeks. Giving me the can to throw up, keeping me warm or giving me medicines. I love Pam and her great soul.
While I puck she goes to her bag and grabs the French book and put some CD's on the DVD player. She wants to help me improve my speaking in French so she thinks this would help me.
I finish and grab the water bottle and clean myself.
We continue with the classes for three more hours where we talked in French, saw some French clips and then she helped me with Math, even if mama is the one teaching me Pam help me do some difficult work.
Is 12 o'clock, Mama's car is on the driveway, she always come home to have lunch with me.
-Baby, how are you? Did you throw up?
I explain everything to her and Pam goes home after kissing me on the forehead.
-I am not that hungry mama, just some bites of toast please.
She makes me a sandwich: you have to eat at least this Frankie, is for your own good.
After I eat I get to sleep.
I woke up to yelling in the upstairs floor. I look at the clock and see that is 5:40 p.m. Before I can think about anything I see mom walking down the stairs with an angry expression on her face but when she sees that I am awake her face totally changes.
-Hi baby girl, you have a very long nap, mama says you felt asleep at 1:30 and the good thing is that you tolerated the sandwich. That's good, right?
-Yeah, why were you yelling at Jude?
Stef's face is one of conflict, she knows I don't like arguments or hearing people arguing and she also knows that I am very protective of my older brother.
-Because he left school yesterday to go to Noah's and you know, Mama found out. There's a very good reason for us to be mad.
When I am stressed I play with my curls but the problem is that I shaved my hair last week and now I have no hair to hold, no curls to play with. I scream.
And then I sob.
-Shh, Frankie, shh –mom run to me and before I can fall to the floor she hugs me, caressing my bald head- I am sorry, we would try not to rise our voices anymore, ok?
I nod and hug her too.
-I am so tired mom, so tired, I want this to end.
She looks me in the eye with worry, she grabs my head with both her hands and she cleans my tears.
-What do you mean baby? You mean cancer, right?
-Of course I mean cancer mom…
After she hugs me one more time I go up to my room and changes clothes, I put on a flower dress that mama bought for me a week ago and put a scarf on my head. When I turn around I see Jude on the door, with tears in his eyes. He has been so protective of me this past two months, almost never leaving my side. He is scared and I understand him.
-Beautiful scarf sis, they are here now. You want to come down now or in a few minutes.
-Now
I go downstairs and into the living room where I see Pam on the sofa with a little girl with dirty blond hair, almost light brown, blue eyes and toned skin. Beside her is a blond woman with blue eyes and pale skin and holding this woman hand is who I know is Pam's daughter, Emily, because they have the same skin color and dark brown eyes. Mom and mama are on the loveseat watching the other little girl that is walking around them, touching everything around her. The girls are identical twins but the mother dress them in different colors so they can know the difference.
-That little runner must be Lily, right Pam?
She gets up and hugs me, with a huge smile on her face and holding Grace.
-yeah, there she is and this is Gracie. Say hi to my friend Grace
The little girl let out a shy Hi and hides her face in her grandmother's shoulder. I touch her dirty blonde hair and smile at Pam.
We have a good evening and dinner, even if I don't eat that much. Jude keep looking at me trying to know if I am ok, but I feel good for the first time in months.
-Alison, Pam told me you are an English teacher? –The blonde nod, smiling at me- I love English, and I can't wait for moms to hire my English teacher.
-You don't have one yet? – I said no and she looks at Emily that nod at her like encouraging her to do something – We have a friend, well she and her husband are writers and he used to be English teacher of us, they are not working so maybe they would want to teach you online. I would talk to them tomorrow and tell something to Pam.
-K'
After ten more minutes of great chatting I start to feel dizzy and my throat is just closing. I grab the table and look at mama with fear in my eyes, I start hyperventilating and I see Jude running upstairs and I know he is going to grab my oxygen mask from my room.
Mama makes patterns into my back and gives me instructions: Breathe baby, in and out, I know is difficult but you have to…c'mon baby, wait until your brother is here. JUDE!
Pam, Emily and Alison are trying to calm the babies and two minutes until this asthma attack I feel the mask on my head and I breathe, medicine enter my throat.
-Frankie, we have to go to the ER, I know this happened before but you didn't have leukemia.
I protest but start walking into the porch, Pam hugs me and her daughter and fiancée too.
-I would see you in two days Frankie. Hope everything goes right.
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Everything was wrong. The cancer was spreading even if I was in intense chemo and that makes my siblings, all of them, to start a campaign so I would find a donor. They even went to local TV. Moms left work to stay with me and Marcus came to the hospital after school every day for the past month.
Today we are watching TV lying on my bed and he grabs my hand, rubbing my knuckles.
-You can't leave me, you have to stay alive, we have lots of things to do Frankie –he looks at me and kiss my cheeks – the day you told me you have cancer I was going to ask you out on a date and I still want to but…but I don't know if you want to date in this condition. I love you Frankie, I have loved you for years now…
-Wow Marcus, I…I am in love with you too but…but there's a possibility that I don't find a donor, that I can die…and…I have no hair, I'm always tired, have been in this hospital for months now…I just want to be normal again Marcus,
He hugs me and after half an hour of crying on his shoulder he separates from me and grabs my face with both his hands and kiss me hard on the mouth, his hands going to my waist and his tongue demanding entry to my mouth and I let him and is the best kiss I have ever shared. I feel butterflies in my stomach and when we broke it we smile, he puts his forehead into mine and I see him start crying. I hug him and kiss him one more time.
-Listen, you are not going to lose me, I am going to fight this, I would find a donor and then we would be a normal couple. But…
-NO! I want to be with you Frankie even if you are sick I want to be with you.
-Ok…is going to be hard, you know?
-I know, but we will make it work, I promise baby.
So, I started to fight for being alive, to not give up on anything. We spent two hours watching movies and kissing and when moms came to the room and he left I told them I was with him and I was happy.
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Half a year later I finally found a donor, it takes a lot of money of campaigns and talking on TV and intense chemo and being really, really bad that I almost died twice but doctors have hopes in me and they think today would be great.
Marcus and I had a few dates; we went to the movies and have homemade dinner at his house twice but until know we just kissed, both too afraid of what the future might hold for me.
Two weeks ago they did the transplant and it seems that I am finally ok. I am still shore and still recovering but thank god it is the summer and I can spend lots of time with my parents and siblings and boyfriend. Until know I felt useless but I am finally having strength.
-Frankie, can you came down here please?
I go down there.
-Why are you packing the cooler? Why you all have a bag?
-Well, we also have your backpack, I packed it yesterday while you were with Pam, we are going camping for a week and Marcus and Patrick are coming with us. Well and Lou, and Angie, and Emma and Aiden and Noah, and Zach, and Patrick girlfriend. I don't know if I like that all of you have partners already.
We all laugh and I clung into my mother's necks, giving them the biggest hugs I can form because this make me feel stronger, this make me feel like I can be normal again. Soon I am changed and in the back seat of mama's SUV with Marcus and all the bags. Callie, Angie, Patrick and Dona are on Callie's car; Jude and Noah are with Zack and Mariana in Zack's car and Jesus and Emma are in their own car with Aiden.
-Ok, why aren't your moms coming?
-Because they are in North Carolina visiting my aunt and uncle with my sister. Are you happy?
-Yeah, so happy –I kiss him and he kiss me back only to be interrupted by my mom coughing, I laugh –ok mom, no PDA, I understand.
She gives me a smile and continues driving, taking mama's hand. From here I can see their content expression, something that I had not seen in months, they were always stressing and worrying about my condition but finally they can't stop doing that and enjoy themselves.
After two hours' drive we finally arrive to the camp, we choose the big clear near the lake: Jesus and Brandon goes with Aiden to find wood, Mama puts the cooler and the bags with the food in the camp table and the rest of us start setting the tents: Patrick, Dona, Marcus, Noah, Jude and I would share the biggest one. The rest of them would share with their partners individually but we all stay close to each other, this is time for family.
When Jesus and Brandon return to the camp, Marcus, Noah and I start trying to made the fire but mom came behind me and told me: can you sit on the chair and relax, even if you are better we don't want you to be this comfortable baby, it can be dangerous.
I smile at her and nod, sitting beside Mariana that grab my hand and put it on her heart: you don't know how glad I am that you are ok, you have no idea how many days I have spent praying for you to be good, watching our old family photos and wanting to be back. I love you more than life Frankie.
She stands up and gives me a hug and I let some tears scape.
-But to hell with all this crap, help me pick furniture for our new apartment; you have that great taste baby sis.
I spend half an hour with her until mama call us to have dinner. I sit between Jesus and Brandon, Marcus in front of me beside his brother and Noah, he blows me a kiss and I blush. He smirks.
God I love him.
-Frankie, this vacation is for you, to celebrate that you are ok, that you would be fine forever and because of that everyone wanted to give you a speech: I would start. –mom clears her throat and look me in the eye –my little girl, the last one of my babies, I still remember how tiny you were and how you would look at me with those hazel eyes that are like mine and I would kiss you and you would not complain, now you do and even if you would not believe it, I am glad of that because that means you have an opportunity to live, and thank god because I would be so, so sad without my pumpkin pie.
I try to hold my tears and smile at her, she smiles too and looks at Callie and she sings a song to me with Brandon, Angie and Lou and then Jesus just hugs me and tell me he loves me and Mariana gives me a full speech and the last one is my mom.
"I just have to say that I would never forget the day you were born because that changed our lives completely and made our days brighter my sweet baby girl"
After a few minutes we get back to the laughing and joking. After half an hour Marcus took me apart and starts crying: I am so happy that you are ok, so, so happy.
-I know baby, but you have to promise to me that you would stop reminding me?
-Ok –I kiss him and he put his hands on my waist and I get my arms around his neck and he gave me access to his mouth so my tongue slid through his teeth but after a few minutes mom is behind us: Guys, I can see your tongues from here, you are still my baby Frankie so please, stop that and go to bed.
I roll my eyes and get into bed next to Marcus, after months of fighting now I can be me, and free.
I spent the next two days hiking, fishing, swimming and splashing, sunbathing and singing by the fire with my siblings and friends but in the ride home I start to feel exhausted but it was nothing because when we get home I take a nap in my bed, drink some warm tea and take pills that doctors gave me in case I felt like this.
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AN: THIS PART HAS MATURE CONTENT, IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 STOP HERE.
By the middle of the summer I feel normal again, my old shelf but probably a little more mature. I hang out with my best friends or with some of my siblings in the mall or in the beach; go on dates with Marcus and catch up on my friends at the summer school.
Today is 20th of August and I finally arrived home.
We went to L.A the 16th , in mom's car and we stayed in a hotel near West Hollywood and we spent time with Marcus and Patrick's family but the next day was the start of Jude's college life, he got accepted into UCLA so we went to campus with him. He showed me around while moms helped him get settle into his dorm and while we were waiting for some food he hugged me like I was going to disappear.
-You know you would be alone with moms in that house for the first time in ages?
-I know, but who knows, probably now I can have a dog so I would not be so lonely.
-Yeah…good luck with that –he grabbed my hand and smiled at me –I love you and I am only one call away sis, is just two hours ride so I would be there soon.
-Jude, I know, don't worry, I would be fine, I would be back in school with all my friends and hang up with them and I can't wait to be back in sports. Don't worry.
He nodded and we went back to the dorm and ate on the floor with moms. We talked about the past, about when we were little and they let a few tears run down their faces while giving him advices for his new live.
He walked us to the car and gave us hugs, kissed my forehead and we left. When I looked back I saw Noah jumping on his back and Jude smiling widely at his boyfriend, yeah, he would be ok but I would miss him terribly.
That night moms went out to dinner with Bette and Tina and some of their friends; Patrick, Jackie, Marcus and I have dinner at the Planet and then return to my room at the hotel where we watched a movie but at eight Marcus took me to the room he shared with his siblings and we started kissing.
His kisses started to increase in heat and we lay down on the bed where he positioned himself on top of me and started giving me kisses on the neck, on my pulse point and on my collarbone that send a sudden rush of wet to my lower parts. Marcus stopped his kisses to look at me and I returned his gaze. We didn't have to do anything, I trust him and he trust me, that's all we needed to know.
His hands touch the bare skin under my shirt and sent shivers all over my body that made me bite at his neck and suck, he moan and take my shirt off, we didn't care where it landed and finally, after minutes of him contemplating my body, we lay naked in bed…together.
He has a beautiful body: short brown curls, square jaw, full red lips, brown shining skin and muscled body. I start kissing his neck, his collarbone; run my tongue down his abs while he caresses my short brown hair.
After some preliminaries he is on top of me, looking at me with deep black eyes, darker than normal and he asked me if I was sure, he asked me twice but I was ready and we didn't know how much time we have so he did it and even if it hurts a little at first after a moment he starts moving himself inside me and I grab his neck and kiss him hard, trying to suppress my moans.
His skin is against mine, his sweat is the same as mine, his lips are caressing my body with utter fascination and when I think I can't have more pleasure he rubs my clit and suck at my nipples and a sudden wave crush over my body and I scream but before it gets too loud he cover my mouth with his in a passionate kiss and he pull his member out of me so he can get the relieve he needs.
After resting for a few minutes we look at the clock and discovered that it was 9:30 p.m. and our moms would be here by 11 so we get in the shower where he pick me up, put my legs around his hips and we made love again, this time he moves faster, harder, leaving soft marks on my chests and I scratch his back but he didn't even notice it.
-I love you Marcus….i love you.
He looked at my eyes and smile, saying I love you back and we came together. When we recovered he washes my body while I wash my hair and I did the same to him. At 10:40 we are ready and back into my room. Jackie is sleeping with her head in Patrick's legs while he is making out with his girlfriend, Dona.
Marcus cough and the love birds let out of each other –Seriously bro? Our sister is right there sleeping!
-Well, you were in our room doing god knows what with your girl soo…-Patrick look at his watch and his eyes open big –You have to go, Dona, I would see you tomorrow but my moms would be here in fifteen.
When moms arrive I am "sleeping" on my bed and I can feel their kisses on my forehead. That night I dream of Marcus mouth all over my body.
God, I am in trouble.
AN: ok, the last one would be the moms chapter and I would end this fic, doing a sequel. The sequel would be about all the kids adult live, I hope it wouldn't be too long.