A / n: Hello again! You guys are the best, I have to say! I've never really gotten so many amazing reviews on a story like this before so thank you, thank you, thank you! So despite having some ideas on my mind for yes – my co – writer and I (it's been me for this story more or less), would you guys like to see any specific pairings in a future story? I'm personally trying to bring some originality to this section instead of y'know, the usual couples everyone writes about xD but I was going to post this on a poll on my profile but I thought just putting it in an author's note would be better xD

Leave that and your thoughts in a review if you'd like! I'm hoping to have this story done soon as I kinda hinted. Also will post my 'Heath and Abbey Playlist' at the end of the story. =] So stay tuned for all that good stuff and we'll see who actually reads these author notes XD Here's the next chapter!

Let It Burn

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It'd been a good couple months and Heath had tried everything to even get within five feet of Abbey long enough to talk to her. She would purposely avoid him and each time hurt just as much as the last, in conclusion – it hurt like hell and didn't stop. She wouldn't acknowledge him in the hallway; she sat as far away from him as possible in the classes they shared and what not... it was beginning to get way too much to bare.

All of this happened, was happening and Heath still had no clue of what he did that upset her so badly. Even if she told him and that was it for them – fine, but at least then he'd know. Not having Abbey hurt him yes, but not knowing what the hell he did wrong to lead to their end – was driving him utterly crazy. "Hey Heath," Frankie gave a soft smile as she caught up with him on her way home. They lived in somewhat the same area (as did Jackson/Holt also), about a few block's difference or so, close enough for one another to walk home. "how are you feeling?" She asked him out of caring and concern. She didn't quite know the details; Abbey acted as if it never happened meanwhile Heath was much more saddened.

Even his goofy, aloof nature had a damper to it. Heath just wasn't the same. He wasn't his normal self and everyone could see it. Heath Burns was so far from himself, it was unsettling.

"Honestly? Like shit." He told her simply, shrugging his shoulders. "Frankie… I just don't get it. She won't even talk to me long enough to tell me what I did that was so severely wrong in the first place. Not knowing… it's just driving me farther up the wall. I'd rather know what happened, to at least have the closure if we can't work it out. Y'know what I mean?"

Frankie took a moment to think, tucking some hair behind her ear as she walked along side Heath. "Yeah, I think I do. I mean, if Jackson and Holt broke it off with me, I'd kinda want to know why at least."

Heath nodded, "That's my point, but… Abbey knows how to make me suffer. She just won't tell me and not being with her hurts so bad and… I don't know what to do, Frankie. I'm… out of ideas to even try anymore. I'm not giving up… just taking a small break I guess. I don't know, I just don't know."

Frankie let out a soft sigh; she wasn't sure what to tell him. Despite knowing Abbey – she had no clue what the ghoul was looking to accomplish by making Heath feel worse than he ever could feel in the next three lifetimes. "She hasn't really talked to us Heath, the ghouls and I. If she does, it's nothing about you guys, and if we ask – she doesn't even acknowledge it or just walks away… I have no idea what's going on, but it seems serious."

Heath gave a solemn nod, "Yeah, it's serious all right. I just… man, I just want to know what happened… that's all."

Frankie looked to Heath, "Would you… like to tell me what happened last time you saw her?"

Heath gave a shrug, "Sure, couldn't hurt." He took a moment to think to himself and a deep breath before reciting it. Looking around to see that it was only he and Frankie on the entire street, he didn't want to reveal his intimate details to just anyone. "Okay so… she was wearing this gorgeous, sexy sweater dress. It had a zipper and what not, anyway so we're kinda… kissing one another…" his cheeks flamed, hoping his hair wouldn't as well. "and everything was fine, we had a really good time when we went out that night, I really mean it when I say it went great. And… for some reason she seems to enjoy the back of my car," his cheeks blushing harder, "for, y'know… intimacy… but anyway, so we're… doing just fine." The way Heath blushed while explaining his story, Frankie thought was so adorable. Very sweet indeed. "And well… I ever so lightly pressed on her stomach – usually she likes me caressing her stomach, but then she starts freaking out, going on about scrambled eggs and loving and protecting them and then she gets out of my car, slamming the door. Naturally worried, I got out of the car, then she basically breaks up with me right in the driveway of her home and leaves me there, thinking what the fuck did I do now? … and that feeling hasn't exactly gone away. I have no idea; I've surfed through so many options Frankie."

Frankie nodded along, giving him her full, undivided attention when he was explaining himself and what had happened in the last seeming moments of his relationship. "Okay… well maybe her stomach was sensitive?"

Heath nodded, "I thought about that. I wondered if maybe she was getting pre… period cramps or something like that, or maybe she just wasn't feeling well at the time. She hadn't been for the longest while; she's still not feeling that great, I can tell by just looking at her." It was remarkable how well Heath truly knew Abbey, inside and out. Frankie was just trying to figure out why Abbey would end something so good, so quickly? "But she didn't feel sick on our date; I kept asking her all night. She told me to take 'pills of chilling'." He said with a chuckle, but then it came again, the saddened expression that so wasn't Heath. "She seemed really happy, almost excited to tell me something… but then, just… that, and end. That's it. I have no clue… d'you know what I did wrong Frankie?"

Frankie shook her head, "I'm sorry Heath, but I'm just as clueless. I can't help you come to any other conclusions than what you've already come to."

He sighed, "I really hope to just… figure it out, be with her again and everything's just, back to normal. I miss her so bad Frankie. Without her, it's like there's no purpose for me. I feel that… crazy about her. I really do love her Frankie and every second apart is just, torture. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't… focus… I have to do something."

Frankie nodded her head, "And something you will do. I have an idea Heath, but I won't say anything in case it can't happen… but I'm gonna try okay?"

Heath gave a nod and appreciative smile. "Thanks Frankie, you're amazing." After a few minutes of walking in silence, they soon had to part ways. Frankie gave him a light hug, reassuring him things would be okay, but as he walked alone, he didn't seem to think so.

He pulled out his house key, shoving it in the lock, having to fiddle with it for a few minutes first, the damn thing always got stuck. Finally entering the home, he glanced at the note taped to the wall. He chuckled, that was his mother's doing alright, making sure to grab his attention right off. He sighed, reading the note.

Okay son, focus! xD Alright, now seriously speaking… I think that what's happened between you and Abbey, needs to be fixed darling, you need at least the closure and if Abbey ever loved you, she'd grant you at least that and because she doesn't seem to be granting that to you I think she's trying to hold on. And that she doesn't want it to end any more than you do… but somehow… something has to be said, y'know? So dad and I will talk about it… see what you haven't already tried, poor thing… and we'll talk about it soon. Dad and I are out and about, running errands and crap like that, so we'll be home soon.

Lots of love,

Mom and dad

Heath heaved a heavy sigh; the only thing he wanted to do was fall asleep and not wake up, so he'd attempt that until his parents came home. He was feeling as if Abbey would never talk to him… but at this point, what did he really have to lose?

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