ok so if u were reading the thunder fan fiction or whatever..i stopped writing. sorry. lol. i didnt like it. so i decided to write a frankie one!! aww gotta love frankie
anyways heres chapter 1.
Chapter 1
10 Years earlier
Abby sat in the kindergarten classroom alone on the first day of school. She had no friends, and she sat against the wall watching the other kids play. She was only 5 years old, and very shy. But along came Frankie. He sat next to her.
“Will you be my friend?” he asked shyly.
“Okay!” Abby replied.
From that moment, Frankie and Abby were inseparable. Every day Abby went to the Jonas’ house. Frankie and Abby would play games all day. Sometimes Joe, Nick, and Kevin would join them. But one day, Abby was left incomplete. The Jonas family was moving away. Nick, Joe, and Kevin were starting a band. Frankie was going with them. Tears poured down Abby’s face as she hugged Frankie goodbye.
“This is a friendship ring. I made it for you,” Frankie told Abby. He held out a small thing made out of some fuzzy material.
“We are gonna be best friends forever,” Frankie told her.
Present day
(Abby is 15 years old)
“Abby, go put on that dress I bought you. We are going out to eat at a nice restaurant,” my mom told me while I was sitting in my room.
“Okey dokey artichokey,” I replied. My mom rolled her eyes. She didn’t appreciate my “child-like” lingo. She always told me that I should “grow up” because I “would never get a boyfriend talking or acting like that.” I put on the dress my mom bought me, thinking it was a little too revealing. That might sound weird, that my mom buys me stuff that’s revealing, but it’s true. I started digging through my jewelry box looking for my cute earrings. Instead I stumbled upon something else. My finger wrapped around something fuzzy. I picked it up, the memories flooding back to me.
“This is a friendship ring. I made it for you,” Frankie told me.
“We are gonna be best friends forever,” Frankie said.
Frankie…my first true friend. If only the words he said could have been true. I never saw him after that. So I wasn’t sure we were best friends forever…or even friends for that matter. But I had seen him on television, along with his famous brothers. A single tear made a pathway across my face. I wanted to see Frankie again. I had wanted to see him again since the day I said goodbye. A few minutes later, I snapped back to reality, realizing I still had to do my hair.
After I had finished fixing my blonde hair, I looked in the mirror. I stared at my tall, muscular figure. My sparkling blue eyes were watery from the tears that I had shed.
I didn’t bother putting on makeup. I never used makeup, unless chapstick counts. I didn’t think I needed it. I didn’t want to look like those trashy teenage girls with a truckload of mascara and eye shadow on.
I walked downstairs. My mom looked up at me. “You look beautiful, but you could use a little mascara and blush,” she said. Now it was my turn to roll my eyes.
“Okay, once your father gets down here, let’s go,” my mom said.
When my father came down, and we were walking to the limo, I said, “P-A-R-T-Y partay!” I was thinking of the Hannah Montana episode with the Jonas Brothers in it… My mom turned around and looked at me as she shook her head.
Sorry mom. You didn’t get the selfish and spoiled daughter that you wanted.
