"So, how was Tina's amazing party?" Rolling her eyes at her best friends sarcastic remarks, Frankie kept walking to her locker.

"Actually, it wasn't how I expected it to be?" She trailed off tilting her head in the process. Finally reaching her locker, she held her books in one hand and unlocked the metal with the other. Shoving her books in, she turned to Keith as he let out a cynical response.

"Yeah I'm so sure, a bunch of drunk teenagers grinding up against each other, that's a shocker." Giving him a really look, she rolled her eyes in affection at the boys humor. Grabbing the notebooks she needed for her first class, she shut the locker door and the pair walked down the hallway.

"No, that actually happened. What happened after is what I'm a little concerned about." Taking a deep breath, she tried to figure out how to word her next sentence. "Steve Harrington ran out of the party, crying last night?" She said like she was asking. The truth was, Frankie didn't even know if that had even happened. Sure, she didn't drink or anything so she wasn't inhibited, but Steve Harrington crying? Yeah right like that had happened. She spent all of last night trying to figure out if she was dreaming. She thought she had just imagined talking to the crying boy on her walk down the street (where luckily her mom was waiting knowing she would be out in thirty minutes). Shrugging at Keith's raised brow, the girl continued the walk to Keith's locker before their first period class.

"Did you talk to him?" Keith asked giving her a teasing smile.

"Um, I guess...he didn't really say anything back." She said biting her nail nervously.

"I guess?! Really Frankie, the kid you've had the hots for since seventh grade came crying to you and you 'guessed' he talked to you?" Keith sputtered out as they reached his locker. Spinning the dial quickly, he looked down at the girl and gave her a look.

"I don't have the hots for him Chester." She bit out, as her face began to burn. Seeing Keith's eyes roll, the girl felt the heat move down to her chest. Yes, she did have a crush on Steve Harrington in seventh grade, but she was twelve for Pete's sake. She had a crush on Tim Curry from Rocky Horror in seventh grade too, did that mean she was going to marry him? No of course not. Five years later and Keith would not let her live it down.

"Oh, you so do Franny, I can smell your hormones going wild just thinking about him." Pursing her lips in displeasure, she ran her hand not holding her notebooks through her hair.

"So not funny Chester." She said shaking her head. Now it was the boys turn to roll his eyes. Shutting his locker, the two teens walked to their first period class bickering to each other like an old married couple.

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"Guess what I heard from eavesdropping on Veronica Locklear's conversation with Miranda Moore?" Keith gasped out from running down the stairs trying to catch up with his best friend. Turning towards the boy she laughed at his determination.

"What, that you're a creepazoid that needs to stop listening in on other people's conversations?" She asked humorously. Giving her a deadpanned stare he scoffed.

"No you barf bag," Letting out an offended scoff that Keith chose to ignore, he continued. "that your lover boy and Nancy Wheeler broke up last night." Frankie's mouth dropped in shock as Keith looked at her, excited that one of the girls he's been trying to make a move on is finally single. So that's why he was crying, she thought to herself before saying it out loud to Keith.

"Well, no duh Walsh." He said, giving her look at how slow she was being. "And now that Harrington and Nancy are over, we both have a chance with our seventh grade crushes." Trying to stifle a laugh at Keith's expense, Frankie couldn't hold it in much longer letting out a large guffaw of laughter.

"Fat chance Chester, you know Nancy thinks you're a total spaz after what happened in AP Chem last year, and as for Steve you know nothing's going to happen," trying to save herself, she continued her sentence in hope that Keith didn't notice the pause (which he did). "because I don't like him that way!" Seeing Keith's smug look, she shoved him, which did nothing to the tall teen.

The two walking outside to eat lunch, failed to notice the eyes of Steve Harrington widening from across the hall. Steve who felt his heart beat faster at the sight of the angel girl from the party, raced down the hall bumping into the various kids in his pursuit. Not stopping, but saying a short sorry as he rushed out the door, Steve's eyes searched the parking lot for the girl that's been on his mind since last night. Seeing the boy that was with her, walking by himself, Steve shook his head.

"You're okay Steve, there's no imaginary angel girl, it's all in your head buddy." He whispered, before realizing that he was in fact standing outside the school talking to himself. Shaking his head in disbelief, he walked back into the building.

"Wait for me!" Frankie Walsh yelled from behind a few people as she finished tying her shoe. Jogging to catch up with Keith, the girl realized how out of shape she was as she was already out of breath. "I can't believe you left me, you jerk." She said finally coming up to his side. Keith, who already pulled out a bag of Cheeto Puffs from his back pack, kept munching on his chips as they walked to an empty table.

Passing by Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers sitting together on the boy's car, the two teens shared a look. That's the thing Frankie loved about Keith, some how they were both always on the same wave length. Even when they were in middle school, the two kids always knew what the other was thinking. It was weird the way their friendship turned out, but Frankie wouldn't trade it for the world.

"Okay, so that was weird." She said as she sat down on top of the table. Reaching into her backpack for her travel cassette player and a turkey sandwich, Frankie settled the objects next to her as Keith sat down on the actual bench. Digging through her backpack, she let out an aha as her fingers gripped hard plastic.

"Okay, I just finished this one yesterday and I'm one hundred percent sure you're going to dig this one more than the last." She said excitedly placing the tape into the opening. Making sure it was rewinded all the way, she pressed play. The sound of a guitar riff filled the air surrounding the teens as Joan Jett's raspy voice infiltrated the teens ears. Gotta Get Out Tonight had Keith bobbing his head and hands thumping the table top.

Frankie treasured moments like this with her best friend. Since he got the job at Palace, the continuous stress from college applications, and Miss Henderson needing her to babysit Dustin constantly this whole past year, the two teens haven't been spending a lot of time together. They'd really only hang out during school (and if neither one were busy sometimes at his house during the week), sometimes she'd even go over to Palace with Dustin and hang out with him for a few seconds between him fixing the games and giving prizes out to kids.

"Why is Nancy Wheeler staring at us?" She questioned noticing the short haired girl staring at the pair. Keith, looking up from jamming out, smirked.

"Maybe she found out you were talking to her ex and wanted to give you some words of advice." Scoffing at the teen, she whipped her arm out and slapped his shoulder.

"Shut up Chester, you ditz!"

Watching her go back to talking to Jonathan, she could tell the girl was thinking hard. After a couple of seconds the two got up causing Frankie to whip her head back pretending she wasn't watching them. Hearing the start of a car, Frankie's head turned in shock as Jonathan Byers and Nancy Wheeler drove out of the school parking lot. Making eye contact with Keith, they both knew something was up. Not knowing what to do, Frankie turned the volume up higher on her cassette player, letting the music drown out her jumbled thoughts.

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