Moments in Time: Prom Dresses and Milkshakes
Title: Moments In Time: Prom Dresses and Milkshakes
Author: Fabfan
Fandom: All My Children
Pairing: Bianca/Frankie
Rating: PG-ish
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Summary: Follow up to Moments in Time: You Had Me at Hello: 1950s.
Note: Previous Moment can be found here
Moment 1
“I’m heading home, Frankie. Don’t forget to lock up!” shouted Bob as he slung his coat over his big beefy arms and back, the material stretching tightly when he attempted to button it up.
“Yeah, alright.” Frankie distractedly waved from the counter, a tray of dirty soda glasses and plates in front of her.
He opened the door, one foot already outside, “Have a goodnight.”
As the door closed behind him, Frankie let out a sigh and picked up a wet washrag. She bent over the counter and began to scrub at the ketchup and cola stains, muttering a curse at the sloppy kids who couldn’t keep the sticky stuff on their plates or in their mouths. Her hand went back and forth, the familiar rhythm stuck in her fingers from countless nights of cleaning and closing up after a busy night. BJs was a popular hangout for the nearby crowd of poodle skirts and letterman jackets trying to act slick enough to get a peek in the kissing park after buying the skirts a malt. That night had been like every other. Hours of taking orders and delivering french fries and sandwiches in between making ice cream sundaes and filling glasses with more coca-cola.
This was her favorite time. After the kids were gone and she had the place to herself. It was quiet. Peaceful. Not like the apartment she shared with her cousins. Trey was always into something shifty and Leo was so head over heels for his gal he might as well be spouting off roses instead of words from his big mouth. David was always saying she could move in with him and his wife, but they were expecting a baby and were all over the place getting ready for it. They didn’t need her getting in the way, and she didn’t need a crying baby waking her up in the middle of the night. Here, though, she could relax a bit. Let herself think.
And there was always something to think about.
Or more, someone.
A grin took over her lips, and she dropped the rag. That someone sure was swell. The swellest girl in the whole state. Bianca Montgomery was something else, that’s for sure. Frankie could recall the first time she ever saw the younger girl. At the movies. Bianca’d been out with some square, but by the end of the show, she was snuggled up with Frankie in the backseat of Trey’s car. They’d kept in touch since then. Bianca lived in Pine Valley, one town over from this place, so they didn’t get to see each other all the time. They went to the movies sometimes, and Bianca made use of the phone number Frankie slipped her. Frankie’s grin got wider. They were supposed to go to the newest monster flick that weekend. Trey already agreed to let Frankie use his car. The blonde’d spent some of her last paycheck on getting the thing washed so it sparkled in the light. Looked almost brand new. She was sure Bianca would be impressed by it.
Boy, it was gonna be a long few days till then.
Pushing away from the counter, Frankie ambled to the opening and headed toward the jukebox in the corner. Her fingertips skimmed the tops of the stools as she went along, and she lifted her arm to swipe at the tiny dots of sweat at the edges of her temples with the sleeve of her shirt. The kitchen got hot as hell with all those burgers cooking. It paid, though, and Bob trusted her enough to let her do what she wanted and not complain about her unreadable scrawl on the orders. Reaching the jukebox, Frankie dug into the pocket of her black trousers and pulled out a quarter. She slid it in and listened to it clink its way down as her eyes took in the selections. All night she’d been blasted with Buddy Holly and Chuck Berry. She rolled her eyes. The boys kept choosing the same songs, thinking the girls liked to hear the same thing over and over or something. Just ‘cause the boys played that stuff in their cars while driving ‘em to school didn’t mean that’s what their dates wanted to hear while trying to get romantic. They wanted something they could kiss to.
Not that Frankie ever tried those tricks.
Exhaling, she tapped a button and watched as the record was selected and deposited on the player. Within moments the music began to stream from the machine. She closed her eyes and soaked in the smooth notes for a second. She liked the fast stuff as much as the next guy, but right now, this slow music was what she needed.
She selected the three songs to follow it and slid away. Humming along to The Pretenders, she swiped up the broom at the end of the counter and began to clean the floor. Stray napkins and bits of food and dust gathered into a pile with each flick of her wrist. She didn’t pay much if any attention to it. Frankie kept humming along while her thoughts turned back to her girl. Bianca was a beauty. The kind that wound up on magazine covers and billboards. Caught her eye that night at the movies. Her eyes and that smile made Frankie’s heart feel like a pounding hammer every time she saw them. It made her insides warm up like a comforting fire was lit in her belly and the heat meandered through her blood. Frankie didn’t even need her jacket when they went out; she only needed to see Bianca’s face. And Bianca was more than pretty looks. That’s what was so special about her. She was the nicest person Frankie’d ever met. She was smart. Funny. The whole deal. The best part - she liked Frankie. Actually liked her. No funny business there.
Frankie twisted the end of the broom beneath the booth tables as the song started to wind down. Now, it wasn’t like Frankie made it known how crazy she was about this chick. No sir. She knew how to play it cool. Say the right things and give the right looks. A subtle touch here and there. Draping her arm across Bianca’s shoulders when the space monster showed up on screen for the first time. That sort of thing. A lot better than that boy Bianca was out with that time. Bianca fell for her moves each time.
Frankie hoped she kept falling for them. It’d be a damn shame if she stopped.
The sound of the door opening echoed in the empty diner as the song switched over.
“We’re closed!” Frankie shouted, not even glancing over at the arrival. She shoulda locked that up. Some dumb kids always forgot when they closed and thought they could sweet talk her into making their dates a burger after hours. No going, bub.
“That’s too bad. I heard you have the best milkshakes in the state.”
Frankie’s head snapped around so quickly she almost knocked herself over, “Bianca?”
The brunette smiled coyly at her from the entrance, “Hi, Frankie.”
Frankie swallowed down the stuttering confusion. “Hey.” Her eyes roamed the other girl. She was a sight. A red and white polka dot dress skimmed her figure, and a white cardigan kept her warm from the slight night chill. The smile that could knock a person flat was shining bright.
Bianca giggled and walked toward her, “I was home alone, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I thought I’d come visit you. I’ve never been here before.”
“Oh.” she twisted her grip on the handle of the broom
Bianca stopped in front of Frankie, eyes sparkling. She touched the white paper hat on Frankie’s head and playfully fiddled with the black bow-tie under the wilting white collar of her shirt. “You look cute in this. I like it.”
Frankie inhaled deeply, forcing herself not to physically react with something dumb like a blush at the compliment, “I was planning on taking you to prom wearing it, but the surprise is ruined now.”
“You can still take me. I’ll pretend I didn’t know.” Bianca’s eyes softened. Her hand grazed the side of Frankie’s neck, “All you have to do is ask, and I wouldn’t care if you showed up in that greaser leather jacket of yours.”
Frankie gulped, “You like that jacket.”
“It’s a swell jacket.” Bianca straightened the bow-tie and gave it a gentle pat.
Frankie wondered for a second what it’d be like if they actually went to Bianca’s prom together. The thing was in a few weeks. Bianca’d mentioned it the last time they talked on the telephone. Of course, no one really knew about them. Trey had an idea, but he didn’t care much about anything that wasn’t related to his current goings-on. Frankie hadn’t met Bianca’s family, and Bianca mentioned Marcus made sure not to blab about how his date was swept up by some chick. The boy wouldn’t gain much respect if the school knew he got shown up by a girl.
Frankie never went to a dance when she was in school. Seemed lame. Dressing up to stand around and listen to music? She could do that anytime she wanted. Not to mention, Frankie’d rather eat a cockroach than dance with a boy. It wasn’t said outright, but Frankie wasn’t a dummy. If she danced with the girls, there’d be looks and possibly a whole lot more than that from the town. If she went to prom with Bianca, there was no way no one wouldn’t notice.
Her and Bianca would be chased out of there like communists.
Everybody’d talk about Bianca. They’d treat her like something was wrong with her just because she liked Frankie. Frankie didn’t care what they said about her. Not like she even lived in that town. They might try to send the sheriff after her, but not like she couldn’t handle some bumbling cop. No, what twisted her heart was the thought of them doing that to Bianca. Frankie heard stories about what they did to people like them. Arrested them. Sent them away to hospitals to get treated for mental disorders. Frankie’d give up seeing Bianca in an extra special dress standing around a punch bowl if it meant not having her go through that.
“What are you thinking about?” Bianca rubbed her shoulder.
“My bets on you for prom queen.” she winked, silently clearing her head of everything but the soulful brown eyes watching her.
Bianca chuckled airily. “I don’t know about that.” she bit her lip, “It would be fun, though. To go with you. We’d dance and drink punch.”
“Have to listen to Chuck Berry all night.”
“You like Chuck Berry.”
“I like you.”
“I like you, too.”
Frankie leaned the broom against the table and peeked over her shoulder as the songs switched again. Blinking, she turned back to Bianca, “You wanna dance?”
Bianca beamed, “I’d love to dance with you.”
Frankie held out her hand and Bianca effortlessly took it. Frankie attempted to figure out what to do next. She didn’t slow dance that much, and she wasn’t sure what to do. It didn’t matter, though. Without missing a beat, Bianca slipped her arms around Frankie and pulled her close. Frankie’s arms fell in place, and soon they were swaying to the music. Frankie’s eyes closed as Bianca tenderly nuzzled her hair, dropping a kiss.
Breathing in a whiff of lilies and courage, Frankie pressed a kiss to Bianca’s cheek, “Be my date?”
“I already am.” whispered back.
Frankie opened her eyes and stared at her girl’s face. A subtle tremble infused her touch as she tenderly ran her fingers along Bianca’s brow, lightly brushing a strand of hair back. She wanted to say something. Say how she would take Bianca to prom every year if she could, but she couldn’t. Not with how others would see their relationship. Not with the trouble it’d cause Bianca. The words stuck to the roof of her mouth like peanut butter, though.
Sensing what Frankie couldn’t say, Bianca smiled sadly and hugged her closer, “I know.”
Frankie sent her a tiny smirk, “I’m wearing the bow-tie, and you’re in a dress. We’re dancing” She shrugged, “Give me a second, and I’ll have enough punch to fill an ocean.”
Bianca laughed, a shine coming to her eyes.
Frankie leaned into her, pressing a delicate chaste kiss to her lips, “Next time I’ll even have flowers.”
“I only need you.”
Moment 2
Moonlight twinkled through the foggy car window, cascading over the fumbling bodies and bathing them in a soft white glow. The muted chirps of crickets buzzed in the night air, and the glimmer of Pine Valley sparkled in the distance, a tiny constellation hugged on either side by rolling hills.
Bianca pushed harder against Frankie, hands diving beneath the leather jacket and digging into the starched white shirt underneath. The coarse cotton rubbed against her palms and tickled her fingertips. Her mouth covered Frankie’s, drinking in the delicious lips and hungrily searching for more.
Frankie’s hands slid along Bianca’s back, stumbling over the slick satin clumsily. A throaty moan rumbled deep in her chest as Bianca nipped at her bottom lip. She grabbed at the body against her, barely catching the edge of the powder blue dress. Kiss breaking apart, she gasped out, “Damn, honey. You’re a sight, but this dress is killing me.”
Bianca chuckled at the frustrated pout. “You don’t like it?”
“You’re the swellest looking gal in the country, but this is scarier than The Thing.” Frankie poked at a poufy satin flower sewed near Bianca’s hip, “I think it’s bigger than the car. Soon it’ll be climbing out the window.”
“It is not.” She tilted her forehead against her girlfriend’s, breathing in the fresh scent of soap and leather. The smoothed back hair told her Frankie washed up after work before driving over to pick her up. “Oddball.”
“Who you calling an oddball?”
“You.” Bianca kissed the tip of her nose, “My adorable prom date.”
Frankie’s nose scrunched up, causing Bianca to giggle, “You sure you don’t want to go to the actual dance? I can swing back around there. I bet they haven’t even gotten to the newest Chuck Berry records yet. Probably still on his old stuff.”
“Don’t you dare.” Bianca caressed the side of her face, tracing the curve of her jaw and the jut of her chin, “Right here with you is perfect.”
“Know what’d make it even more perfect?”
“Hmm?”
Frankie smirked, “You outta this dress.”
Bianca playfully gasped, “Why Frankie! What are you implying?”
“That we’d be able to breathe back here if we weren’t sharing the backseat with the Blob.” Her gaze danced mischievously.
“I don’t think it was my dress that was causing you trouble.” Bianca shot back.
Frankie’s eyebrows rose, “I don’t know about that. I’ve been having trouble since you hopped in.”
That was so sweet, “You did have problems getting the car into gear.”
“Beautiful girl like you? Thought I was taking Audrey Hepburn out.” Frankie leaned back against the car door, the leather seats squeaking at the movement.
“You would bring Audrey Hepburn to Lover’s Point?”
“Nothing good at the movies.” Which was a lie because the outdoor a few towns over was showing Forbidden Planet, and word was that the monster in it was something to see. No space monster could compare to this, though. Forbidden Planet would just have to wait.
Bianca shook her head with a smile, “You look swell yourself.” She patted the matching blue bow-tie snuggly resting at the base of Frankie’s throat, “You wore a bow-tie.” It was the cutest thing she’d ever seen.
“Told ya I would.” She wasn’t even wearing the one from work. It took some talking and a good portion of her paycheck, but Trey went out and picked it up for her from the store in town. Bianca’d told her what color she was wearing, and it made sense for Frankie to just buy one that matched. Not that she planned it all out like those folks you hear about who go everywhere wearing coordinated outfits or something. It was an alright color, so she decided to get that one. “Got ya flowers, too. But, if I’d known they’d already be all over your dress, I wouldn’t have bothered. Do we need to water you or anything?”
“No,” Bianca rolled her eyes. They softened as she gazed at Frankie, “Thank you for being my date for prom.”
Frankie blinked, her head ducking slightly as pink dusted her ears. Enamored, Bianca swooped down and caught her lips in a tender kiss. The kiss deepened as Frankie cupped the back of her head, silently urging her closer. Bianca pressed into her, palms curling around her face. Frankie arched up, the buckle of her belt rubbing Bianca’s belly.
“Frankie,” Bianca murmured, pulling her into another kiss. Her legs nestled on either side of the shorter woman, one knee dipping into the seat as the other stretched out for leverage. “Baby.”
Frankie’s hands slipped down to Bianca’s waist, clutching at the fabric. She tore her lips free, eliciting a quiver as she attacked Bianca’s throat. She nipped and sucked lightly, tasting a path down toward Bianca’s chest. Bianca’s head fell back. It felt so good. Her body thrummed with energy, heat streaking up her spine and through her blood. Her legs began to shake when Frankie’s grip tightened on her waist.
A swift knock on the window broke the spell.
Both froze.
Someone was there.
Someone had seen them.
Oh no.
The knock sounded again.
The person wasn’t going away.
A light clicked on and shone through the steamed front window before skipping to the hazy back.
“Frankie?” Bianca whispered as Frankie carefully leaned back. Fear shot through her as their terrified eyes met. If someone saw them, that would mean someone knew about them. Knew that two women were together at Lover’s Point.
Frankie’s throat bobbed as she gulped. Blinking, she took a deep breath before steeling herself. She gave Bianca one last look before maneuvering out from beneath her and spinning around. She rolled her shoulders and held her head high, narrowing her eyes in annoyance. She swung open the door, “Hey, what’s the big idea?”
A flashlight blinded both of them, “Pine Valley police.”
Police.
The light graced Frankie’s face before landing on Bianca’s, “You want to step out of the car, please?”
Frankie opened her mouth to tell him no, she wasn’t going to step out of the car and he could get lost, when a hand touched her back gently. She peeked over her shoulder to see Bianca eying her anxiously. It was clear in her look. She didn’t want Frankie smarting off and getting herself into trouble. Bianca’s sweet lilt answered, “Of course, officer.”
Frankie clambered out of the car, offering Bianca a hand. The brunette climbed out as gracefully as she could, smoothing out her dress the second her feet touched the ground. Frankie shoved her hands in her jacket pockets, teeth clenched. Bianca stood next to her, not wavering from her spot next to her girl. Her hand dangled near Frankie’s, the tips of her fingers tangling with the blonde’s.
The officer was a young man. His blue uniform was neatly pressed, and his youthful face took them in. He looked at the car, then at them again, trying to figure it out. Eyebrows furrowed as he noticed the flushed faces, and his head tilted at the light blue bowtie.
Frankie shifted her weight from one foot to the other, ready to tell the guy to get bent, get Bianca in the car, and cut out as fast as Trey’s car could go. If he asked, she’d tell him they were trading makeup tips or something.
A chill went down her spine as he continued to analyze the situation. What if he told Bianca’s parents? What if he arrested them? They didn’t do anything wrong. Nothing to have a copper drag them out of the backseat. But, if he told Bianca’s family, what would they do? Would they take Bianca away from her? Tell her to stay away from the older girl? It’d surely get back to school, too. If anyone gave Bianca trouble for being out with her, Frankie would deck them. She didn’t care if it was a boy or girl.
“Well, looks like we have a couple of teenagers out for a breath of fresh air.” A feminine voice with a British accent cut through the silence.
All three turned to see a woman amble across the empty parking area, tired lines creasing her forehead and clever brown orbs hitting each of them.
Frankie stiffened as the woman joined them. The cop tugged at his cap, “Chief, what’re you doing here?”
“I was on my way home and decided to swing by and see what was happening in this part of town. I like to stop by when I can, keep an eye on our youths.” She answered. Tipping her head, she continued, “Now, Officer Lewis, if I remember correctly, you have a little one with the flu at home.” He nodded. “How about you head home. I can handle this, and I am sure your wife would appreciate you being home at night.”
He looked at Frankie and Bianca, “That sure would be nice, Chief.”
“Go on, then.” She nodded to where his car was parked.
“Thank you, Chief. Have a good night. Say hello to your husband for me.”
“Certainly. Goodnight, Officer Lewis.”
The man walked away. No one spoke as he got into his car, started it, and pulled onto the road. As the sounds of crunching gravel died away, the new arrival pointed at Frankie, “You, over here.” She turned around and strolled a few yards away.
Frankie exhaled and trudged after her.
“Would you like to explain?” the chief asked as Frankie came to a stop next to her.
Frankie worked her jaw for a moment. She did not want to explain. She wanted to go back to where she was before. She wanted that dumb cop to have minded his own business.
“You can either explain now or later after I drop her off at her house.” The chief added.
“It’s none of your business, Anna.”
“It is when my husband’s cousin is involved.” Anna faced her, “Frankie, you shouldn’t be out here.”
“Where should I be? At home with Trey and his gal?” Frankie scoffed, “I can go where I want.”
Anna peered over at Bianca, “That’s Bianca Montgomery, isn’t it?”
Frankie defensively clenched her hands into fists, “What’s it to you?”
Anna returned her gaze to Frankie, “I am on your side, whether you believe it or not. I was about to go home when I heard Trey’s license plate number over the radio. If I didn’t come out here, Officer Lewis would be dealing with you.”
Frankie lowered her head.
“It is prom night, Frankie. Every teenager in the area is at the school gym except for you and Bianca.”
“Bianca’s there, too.”
“Pardon?”
A sigh, “Bianca’s parents think she’s at the dance.” Frankie had to pick her up a block from the school gym to keep anyone from knowing otherwise.
“I won’t tell them she was with you, if you don’t want me to. But, you cannot be out here by yourself. It’s not safe.”
Where was she supposed to take Bianca? Her room? If the backseat of the car wasn’t romantic enough, making out next door to her cousin in their sardine can apartment was wine and roses. Especially since Trey was entertaining his girlfriend that evening.
Besides, Bianca was safe with her. Frankie could handle whatever might happen in that backseat.
“Frankie,”
“What?” Frankie looked at her.
Anna’s face was reassuring. Compassionate. “I need you to be honest with me.”
Frankie shrugged.
“Who is she to you?”
Frankie glared, “None of your business.”
“Frankie,”
“What’s it matter?” she sniffled and rubbed her nose. It was a bit cold out. Bianca must be cold.
“Why were you two out here?”
“Because the view’s nice. Can see for miles up here.” Frankie sneered. She didn’t need Anna looking at her or acting like that. It made her feet antsy. She just wanted to get Bianca back in the car and away from all this. Maybe they could go to the diner. Frankie could make her some coffee to warm up.
Anna stepped closer to her, “Frankie, you are my husband’s cousin. I know we do not know each other very well, but you are family to me. We have asked you more than once to move in with us.”
“Shouldn’t you be with Leora?” Anna just had a baby and all. Who was watching the little girl? Babies needed to be watched all the time, right? Should Anna even be out?
“I will be soon. David is watching her right now. At this moment, I’m here for you.” She stared straight into Frankie’s eyes, “You can be honest with me, Frankie. You can trust me.”
Frankie wanted to laugh, but it came out more as a choked grimace.
“How about you and Bianca come home with me. David would be happy to see you, and I know Leora adores you. You and Bianca could watch television or listen to some records. It’s getting late, and I’m sure her mother would understand if she decided to stay with one of her friends for the evening.” Anna shot her a smile, “You can share the guest bedroom. David will make breakfast in the morning, and you can take Bianca home after that.”
“Why would I do that?”
“I think Bianca might like to meet your family.”
Frankie crossed her arms over her chest, an unfamiliar emotion churning in her stomach.
“Or, you could take her home now. But, I have a feeling her parents would not mind if she stayed with one of her friends for a night. She can call them when we get to the house.” There was no judgment. No anger or unhappiness. If anything, there was a hint of teasing.
“Why would you do that?” There had to be a catch.
“I told you, Frankie. Both David and I care about you. We want you to be happy. If you won’t come live with us, at least visit more. This evening is a very good time to start.”
“Bianca might not want to.”
“That’s ok. You can ask her.” Anna lightly touched her shoulder before retracting her hand, “She seems like a very nice girl. I only hear wonderful things about her.”
“Yeah,” Frankie gulped, voice barely above a whisper, “I like her.”
“Ok.” Anna gestured, “Shall we tell Bianca about the new plan?”
All Frankie could do was nod.
“Good.” Anna began to walk back to Bianca, making sure she stayed in step with Frankie.
Frankie slowly unfolded her arms the closer they got to Bianca. When they were half-way, Bianca rushed toward them, hands reaching for Frankie’s. Worriedly, she surveyed Frankie’s face, squeezing Frankie’s hands as their fingers laced together, “Are you ok? What is happening?” She kept her focus on Frankie but spoke to Anna, “She did nothing wrong.”
“Of course.” Anna readily agreed. “Neither of you did anything wrong at all, except for perhaps being out alone a bit late. It isn’t safe for you teenagers to be out here by yourselves.”
Frankie cleared her throat, “This is Anna, my cousin David’s wife.”
“Oh,” Bianca blinked owlishly. That was a surprise. Frankie didn’t talk a lot about her family. She knew she lived with her cousin Trey and that she had a niece who Frankie secretly thought was the greatest thing since the first sci-fi movie came about. She released one of Frankie’s hands and held it out to Anna, who shook it easily, “It is nice to meet you, Anna.”
“Likewise, Bianca. You look lovely.”
“Anna’s invited us to her house for the night.” Frankie spoke up.
“You can call and let your parents know when we all get home.” Anna assured her. “Staying at one of your friends' homes after a long evening is very understandable.” She winked, “I will see you both at home, then. How do sandwiches sound for dinner?” She walked away to her car, giving Frankie a pointed look before leaving.
“That was…” Bianca began, but didn’t know what to say. Unexpected? Strange? Nice?
“Yeah,” Frankie rubbed the back of her neck, “you don’t have to go, if you don’t want to. They’ve been after me to stay over there. I can take you home. Or, we can ditch them and go somewhere else.”
“No, we can go there.” Bianca smiled at her, “I wouldn’t mind having a sandwich and meeting your niece, if that’s ok with you.”
“Yeah, ok.” Frankie shrugged.
“What is it?” something was bothering her girl.
“Nothing.”
“Frankie?”
“Just…it’s prom night and…we’re going to my cousin’s.” Not exactly the romantic escapade she planned. She was such a square.
“Frankie,” Bianca pulled her into a hug, “I’m spending the evening with you. That’s how I wanted to spend prom. Yes, it was a bit scary with the police, but I wouldn’t change anything.” She took a deep breath, “I really like you.”
Frankie grinned, ears pink, “We better go, then. If you think this is swell, wait till you see Leora roll around.”
Bianca laughed as they strolled to the car, hands still linked.
Author: Fabfan
Fandom: All My Children
Pairing: Bianca/Frankie
Rating: PG-ish
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Summary: Follow up to Moments in Time: You Had Me at Hello: 1950s.
Note: Previous Moment can be found here
Moment 1
“I’m heading home, Frankie. Don’t forget to lock up!” shouted Bob as he slung his coat over his big beefy arms and back, the material stretching tightly when he attempted to button it up.
“Yeah, alright.” Frankie distractedly waved from the counter, a tray of dirty soda glasses and plates in front of her.
He opened the door, one foot already outside, “Have a goodnight.”
As the door closed behind him, Frankie let out a sigh and picked up a wet washrag. She bent over the counter and began to scrub at the ketchup and cola stains, muttering a curse at the sloppy kids who couldn’t keep the sticky stuff on their plates or in their mouths. Her hand went back and forth, the familiar rhythm stuck in her fingers from countless nights of cleaning and closing up after a busy night. BJs was a popular hangout for the nearby crowd of poodle skirts and letterman jackets trying to act slick enough to get a peek in the kissing park after buying the skirts a malt. That night had been like every other. Hours of taking orders and delivering french fries and sandwiches in between making ice cream sundaes and filling glasses with more coca-cola.
This was her favorite time. After the kids were gone and she had the place to herself. It was quiet. Peaceful. Not like the apartment she shared with her cousins. Trey was always into something shifty and Leo was so head over heels for his gal he might as well be spouting off roses instead of words from his big mouth. David was always saying she could move in with him and his wife, but they were expecting a baby and were all over the place getting ready for it. They didn’t need her getting in the way, and she didn’t need a crying baby waking her up in the middle of the night. Here, though, she could relax a bit. Let herself think.
And there was always something to think about.
Or more, someone.
A grin took over her lips, and she dropped the rag. That someone sure was swell. The swellest girl in the whole state. Bianca Montgomery was something else, that’s for sure. Frankie could recall the first time she ever saw the younger girl. At the movies. Bianca’d been out with some square, but by the end of the show, she was snuggled up with Frankie in the backseat of Trey’s car. They’d kept in touch since then. Bianca lived in Pine Valley, one town over from this place, so they didn’t get to see each other all the time. They went to the movies sometimes, and Bianca made use of the phone number Frankie slipped her. Frankie’s grin got wider. They were supposed to go to the newest monster flick that weekend. Trey already agreed to let Frankie use his car. The blonde’d spent some of her last paycheck on getting the thing washed so it sparkled in the light. Looked almost brand new. She was sure Bianca would be impressed by it.
Boy, it was gonna be a long few days till then.
Pushing away from the counter, Frankie ambled to the opening and headed toward the jukebox in the corner. Her fingertips skimmed the tops of the stools as she went along, and she lifted her arm to swipe at the tiny dots of sweat at the edges of her temples with the sleeve of her shirt. The kitchen got hot as hell with all those burgers cooking. It paid, though, and Bob trusted her enough to let her do what she wanted and not complain about her unreadable scrawl on the orders. Reaching the jukebox, Frankie dug into the pocket of her black trousers and pulled out a quarter. She slid it in and listened to it clink its way down as her eyes took in the selections. All night she’d been blasted with Buddy Holly and Chuck Berry. She rolled her eyes. The boys kept choosing the same songs, thinking the girls liked to hear the same thing over and over or something. Just ‘cause the boys played that stuff in their cars while driving ‘em to school didn’t mean that’s what their dates wanted to hear while trying to get romantic. They wanted something they could kiss to.
Not that Frankie ever tried those tricks.
Exhaling, she tapped a button and watched as the record was selected and deposited on the player. Within moments the music began to stream from the machine. She closed her eyes and soaked in the smooth notes for a second. She liked the fast stuff as much as the next guy, but right now, this slow music was what she needed.
She selected the three songs to follow it and slid away. Humming along to The Pretenders, she swiped up the broom at the end of the counter and began to clean the floor. Stray napkins and bits of food and dust gathered into a pile with each flick of her wrist. She didn’t pay much if any attention to it. Frankie kept humming along while her thoughts turned back to her girl. Bianca was a beauty. The kind that wound up on magazine covers and billboards. Caught her eye that night at the movies. Her eyes and that smile made Frankie’s heart feel like a pounding hammer every time she saw them. It made her insides warm up like a comforting fire was lit in her belly and the heat meandered through her blood. Frankie didn’t even need her jacket when they went out; she only needed to see Bianca’s face. And Bianca was more than pretty looks. That’s what was so special about her. She was the nicest person Frankie’d ever met. She was smart. Funny. The whole deal. The best part - she liked Frankie. Actually liked her. No funny business there.
Frankie twisted the end of the broom beneath the booth tables as the song started to wind down. Now, it wasn’t like Frankie made it known how crazy she was about this chick. No sir. She knew how to play it cool. Say the right things and give the right looks. A subtle touch here and there. Draping her arm across Bianca’s shoulders when the space monster showed up on screen for the first time. That sort of thing. A lot better than that boy Bianca was out with that time. Bianca fell for her moves each time.
Frankie hoped she kept falling for them. It’d be a damn shame if she stopped.
The sound of the door opening echoed in the empty diner as the song switched over.
“We’re closed!” Frankie shouted, not even glancing over at the arrival. She shoulda locked that up. Some dumb kids always forgot when they closed and thought they could sweet talk her into making their dates a burger after hours. No going, bub.
“That’s too bad. I heard you have the best milkshakes in the state.”
Frankie’s head snapped around so quickly she almost knocked herself over, “Bianca?”
The brunette smiled coyly at her from the entrance, “Hi, Frankie.”
Frankie swallowed down the stuttering confusion. “Hey.” Her eyes roamed the other girl. She was a sight. A red and white polka dot dress skimmed her figure, and a white cardigan kept her warm from the slight night chill. The smile that could knock a person flat was shining bright.
Bianca giggled and walked toward her, “I was home alone, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I thought I’d come visit you. I’ve never been here before.”
“Oh.” she twisted her grip on the handle of the broom
Bianca stopped in front of Frankie, eyes sparkling. She touched the white paper hat on Frankie’s head and playfully fiddled with the black bow-tie under the wilting white collar of her shirt. “You look cute in this. I like it.”
Frankie inhaled deeply, forcing herself not to physically react with something dumb like a blush at the compliment, “I was planning on taking you to prom wearing it, but the surprise is ruined now.”
“You can still take me. I’ll pretend I didn’t know.” Bianca’s eyes softened. Her hand grazed the side of Frankie’s neck, “All you have to do is ask, and I wouldn’t care if you showed up in that greaser leather jacket of yours.”
Frankie gulped, “You like that jacket.”
“It’s a swell jacket.” Bianca straightened the bow-tie and gave it a gentle pat.
Frankie wondered for a second what it’d be like if they actually went to Bianca’s prom together. The thing was in a few weeks. Bianca’d mentioned it the last time they talked on the telephone. Of course, no one really knew about them. Trey had an idea, but he didn’t care much about anything that wasn’t related to his current goings-on. Frankie hadn’t met Bianca’s family, and Bianca mentioned Marcus made sure not to blab about how his date was swept up by some chick. The boy wouldn’t gain much respect if the school knew he got shown up by a girl.
Frankie never went to a dance when she was in school. Seemed lame. Dressing up to stand around and listen to music? She could do that anytime she wanted. Not to mention, Frankie’d rather eat a cockroach than dance with a boy. It wasn’t said outright, but Frankie wasn’t a dummy. If she danced with the girls, there’d be looks and possibly a whole lot more than that from the town. If she went to prom with Bianca, there was no way no one wouldn’t notice.
Her and Bianca would be chased out of there like communists.
Everybody’d talk about Bianca. They’d treat her like something was wrong with her just because she liked Frankie. Frankie didn’t care what they said about her. Not like she even lived in that town. They might try to send the sheriff after her, but not like she couldn’t handle some bumbling cop. No, what twisted her heart was the thought of them doing that to Bianca. Frankie heard stories about what they did to people like them. Arrested them. Sent them away to hospitals to get treated for mental disorders. Frankie’d give up seeing Bianca in an extra special dress standing around a punch bowl if it meant not having her go through that.
“What are you thinking about?” Bianca rubbed her shoulder.
“My bets on you for prom queen.” she winked, silently clearing her head of everything but the soulful brown eyes watching her.
Bianca chuckled airily. “I don’t know about that.” she bit her lip, “It would be fun, though. To go with you. We’d dance and drink punch.”
“Have to listen to Chuck Berry all night.”
“You like Chuck Berry.”
“I like you.”
“I like you, too.”
Frankie leaned the broom against the table and peeked over her shoulder as the songs switched again. Blinking, she turned back to Bianca, “You wanna dance?”
Bianca beamed, “I’d love to dance with you.”
Frankie held out her hand and Bianca effortlessly took it. Frankie attempted to figure out what to do next. She didn’t slow dance that much, and she wasn’t sure what to do. It didn’t matter, though. Without missing a beat, Bianca slipped her arms around Frankie and pulled her close. Frankie’s arms fell in place, and soon they were swaying to the music. Frankie’s eyes closed as Bianca tenderly nuzzled her hair, dropping a kiss.
Breathing in a whiff of lilies and courage, Frankie pressed a kiss to Bianca’s cheek, “Be my date?”
“I already am.” whispered back.
Frankie opened her eyes and stared at her girl’s face. A subtle tremble infused her touch as she tenderly ran her fingers along Bianca’s brow, lightly brushing a strand of hair back. She wanted to say something. Say how she would take Bianca to prom every year if she could, but she couldn’t. Not with how others would see their relationship. Not with the trouble it’d cause Bianca. The words stuck to the roof of her mouth like peanut butter, though.
Sensing what Frankie couldn’t say, Bianca smiled sadly and hugged her closer, “I know.”
Frankie sent her a tiny smirk, “I’m wearing the bow-tie, and you’re in a dress. We’re dancing” She shrugged, “Give me a second, and I’ll have enough punch to fill an ocean.”
Bianca laughed, a shine coming to her eyes.
Frankie leaned into her, pressing a delicate chaste kiss to her lips, “Next time I’ll even have flowers.”
“I only need you.”
Moment 2
Moonlight twinkled through the foggy car window, cascading over the fumbling bodies and bathing them in a soft white glow. The muted chirps of crickets buzzed in the night air, and the glimmer of Pine Valley sparkled in the distance, a tiny constellation hugged on either side by rolling hills.
Bianca pushed harder against Frankie, hands diving beneath the leather jacket and digging into the starched white shirt underneath. The coarse cotton rubbed against her palms and tickled her fingertips. Her mouth covered Frankie’s, drinking in the delicious lips and hungrily searching for more.
Frankie’s hands slid along Bianca’s back, stumbling over the slick satin clumsily. A throaty moan rumbled deep in her chest as Bianca nipped at her bottom lip. She grabbed at the body against her, barely catching the edge of the powder blue dress. Kiss breaking apart, she gasped out, “Damn, honey. You’re a sight, but this dress is killing me.”
Bianca chuckled at the frustrated pout. “You don’t like it?”
“You’re the swellest looking gal in the country, but this is scarier than The Thing.” Frankie poked at a poufy satin flower sewed near Bianca’s hip, “I think it’s bigger than the car. Soon it’ll be climbing out the window.”
“It is not.” She tilted her forehead against her girlfriend’s, breathing in the fresh scent of soap and leather. The smoothed back hair told her Frankie washed up after work before driving over to pick her up. “Oddball.”
“Who you calling an oddball?”
“You.” Bianca kissed the tip of her nose, “My adorable prom date.”
Frankie’s nose scrunched up, causing Bianca to giggle, “You sure you don’t want to go to the actual dance? I can swing back around there. I bet they haven’t even gotten to the newest Chuck Berry records yet. Probably still on his old stuff.”
“Don’t you dare.” Bianca caressed the side of her face, tracing the curve of her jaw and the jut of her chin, “Right here with you is perfect.”
“Know what’d make it even more perfect?”
“Hmm?”
Frankie smirked, “You outta this dress.”
Bianca playfully gasped, “Why Frankie! What are you implying?”
“That we’d be able to breathe back here if we weren’t sharing the backseat with the Blob.” Her gaze danced mischievously.
“I don’t think it was my dress that was causing you trouble.” Bianca shot back.
Frankie’s eyebrows rose, “I don’t know about that. I’ve been having trouble since you hopped in.”
That was so sweet, “You did have problems getting the car into gear.”
“Beautiful girl like you? Thought I was taking Audrey Hepburn out.” Frankie leaned back against the car door, the leather seats squeaking at the movement.
“You would bring Audrey Hepburn to Lover’s Point?”
“Nothing good at the movies.” Which was a lie because the outdoor a few towns over was showing Forbidden Planet, and word was that the monster in it was something to see. No space monster could compare to this, though. Forbidden Planet would just have to wait.
Bianca shook her head with a smile, “You look swell yourself.” She patted the matching blue bow-tie snuggly resting at the base of Frankie’s throat, “You wore a bow-tie.” It was the cutest thing she’d ever seen.
“Told ya I would.” She wasn’t even wearing the one from work. It took some talking and a good portion of her paycheck, but Trey went out and picked it up for her from the store in town. Bianca’d told her what color she was wearing, and it made sense for Frankie to just buy one that matched. Not that she planned it all out like those folks you hear about who go everywhere wearing coordinated outfits or something. It was an alright color, so she decided to get that one. “Got ya flowers, too. But, if I’d known they’d already be all over your dress, I wouldn’t have bothered. Do we need to water you or anything?”
“No,” Bianca rolled her eyes. They softened as she gazed at Frankie, “Thank you for being my date for prom.”
Frankie blinked, her head ducking slightly as pink dusted her ears. Enamored, Bianca swooped down and caught her lips in a tender kiss. The kiss deepened as Frankie cupped the back of her head, silently urging her closer. Bianca pressed into her, palms curling around her face. Frankie arched up, the buckle of her belt rubbing Bianca’s belly.
“Frankie,” Bianca murmured, pulling her into another kiss. Her legs nestled on either side of the shorter woman, one knee dipping into the seat as the other stretched out for leverage. “Baby.”
Frankie’s hands slipped down to Bianca’s waist, clutching at the fabric. She tore her lips free, eliciting a quiver as she attacked Bianca’s throat. She nipped and sucked lightly, tasting a path down toward Bianca’s chest. Bianca’s head fell back. It felt so good. Her body thrummed with energy, heat streaking up her spine and through her blood. Her legs began to shake when Frankie’s grip tightened on her waist.
A swift knock on the window broke the spell.
Both froze.
Someone was there.
Someone had seen them.
Oh no.
The knock sounded again.
The person wasn’t going away.
A light clicked on and shone through the steamed front window before skipping to the hazy back.
“Frankie?” Bianca whispered as Frankie carefully leaned back. Fear shot through her as their terrified eyes met. If someone saw them, that would mean someone knew about them. Knew that two women were together at Lover’s Point.
Frankie’s throat bobbed as she gulped. Blinking, she took a deep breath before steeling herself. She gave Bianca one last look before maneuvering out from beneath her and spinning around. She rolled her shoulders and held her head high, narrowing her eyes in annoyance. She swung open the door, “Hey, what’s the big idea?”
A flashlight blinded both of them, “Pine Valley police.”
Police.
The light graced Frankie’s face before landing on Bianca’s, “You want to step out of the car, please?”
Frankie opened her mouth to tell him no, she wasn’t going to step out of the car and he could get lost, when a hand touched her back gently. She peeked over her shoulder to see Bianca eying her anxiously. It was clear in her look. She didn’t want Frankie smarting off and getting herself into trouble. Bianca’s sweet lilt answered, “Of course, officer.”
Frankie clambered out of the car, offering Bianca a hand. The brunette climbed out as gracefully as she could, smoothing out her dress the second her feet touched the ground. Frankie shoved her hands in her jacket pockets, teeth clenched. Bianca stood next to her, not wavering from her spot next to her girl. Her hand dangled near Frankie’s, the tips of her fingers tangling with the blonde’s.
The officer was a young man. His blue uniform was neatly pressed, and his youthful face took them in. He looked at the car, then at them again, trying to figure it out. Eyebrows furrowed as he noticed the flushed faces, and his head tilted at the light blue bowtie.
Frankie shifted her weight from one foot to the other, ready to tell the guy to get bent, get Bianca in the car, and cut out as fast as Trey’s car could go. If he asked, she’d tell him they were trading makeup tips or something.
A chill went down her spine as he continued to analyze the situation. What if he told Bianca’s parents? What if he arrested them? They didn’t do anything wrong. Nothing to have a copper drag them out of the backseat. But, if he told Bianca’s family, what would they do? Would they take Bianca away from her? Tell her to stay away from the older girl? It’d surely get back to school, too. If anyone gave Bianca trouble for being out with her, Frankie would deck them. She didn’t care if it was a boy or girl.
“Well, looks like we have a couple of teenagers out for a breath of fresh air.” A feminine voice with a British accent cut through the silence.
All three turned to see a woman amble across the empty parking area, tired lines creasing her forehead and clever brown orbs hitting each of them.
Frankie stiffened as the woman joined them. The cop tugged at his cap, “Chief, what’re you doing here?”
“I was on my way home and decided to swing by and see what was happening in this part of town. I like to stop by when I can, keep an eye on our youths.” She answered. Tipping her head, she continued, “Now, Officer Lewis, if I remember correctly, you have a little one with the flu at home.” He nodded. “How about you head home. I can handle this, and I am sure your wife would appreciate you being home at night.”
He looked at Frankie and Bianca, “That sure would be nice, Chief.”
“Go on, then.” She nodded to where his car was parked.
“Thank you, Chief. Have a good night. Say hello to your husband for me.”
“Certainly. Goodnight, Officer Lewis.”
The man walked away. No one spoke as he got into his car, started it, and pulled onto the road. As the sounds of crunching gravel died away, the new arrival pointed at Frankie, “You, over here.” She turned around and strolled a few yards away.
Frankie exhaled and trudged after her.
“Would you like to explain?” the chief asked as Frankie came to a stop next to her.
Frankie worked her jaw for a moment. She did not want to explain. She wanted to go back to where she was before. She wanted that dumb cop to have minded his own business.
“You can either explain now or later after I drop her off at her house.” The chief added.
“It’s none of your business, Anna.”
“It is when my husband’s cousin is involved.” Anna faced her, “Frankie, you shouldn’t be out here.”
“Where should I be? At home with Trey and his gal?” Frankie scoffed, “I can go where I want.”
Anna peered over at Bianca, “That’s Bianca Montgomery, isn’t it?”
Frankie defensively clenched her hands into fists, “What’s it to you?”
Anna returned her gaze to Frankie, “I am on your side, whether you believe it or not. I was about to go home when I heard Trey’s license plate number over the radio. If I didn’t come out here, Officer Lewis would be dealing with you.”
Frankie lowered her head.
“It is prom night, Frankie. Every teenager in the area is at the school gym except for you and Bianca.”
“Bianca’s there, too.”
“Pardon?”
A sigh, “Bianca’s parents think she’s at the dance.” Frankie had to pick her up a block from the school gym to keep anyone from knowing otherwise.
“I won’t tell them she was with you, if you don’t want me to. But, you cannot be out here by yourself. It’s not safe.”
Where was she supposed to take Bianca? Her room? If the backseat of the car wasn’t romantic enough, making out next door to her cousin in their sardine can apartment was wine and roses. Especially since Trey was entertaining his girlfriend that evening.
Besides, Bianca was safe with her. Frankie could handle whatever might happen in that backseat.
“Frankie,”
“What?” Frankie looked at her.
Anna’s face was reassuring. Compassionate. “I need you to be honest with me.”
Frankie shrugged.
“Who is she to you?”
Frankie glared, “None of your business.”
“Frankie,”
“What’s it matter?” she sniffled and rubbed her nose. It was a bit cold out. Bianca must be cold.
“Why were you two out here?”
“Because the view’s nice. Can see for miles up here.” Frankie sneered. She didn’t need Anna looking at her or acting like that. It made her feet antsy. She just wanted to get Bianca back in the car and away from all this. Maybe they could go to the diner. Frankie could make her some coffee to warm up.
Anna stepped closer to her, “Frankie, you are my husband’s cousin. I know we do not know each other very well, but you are family to me. We have asked you more than once to move in with us.”
“Shouldn’t you be with Leora?” Anna just had a baby and all. Who was watching the little girl? Babies needed to be watched all the time, right? Should Anna even be out?
“I will be soon. David is watching her right now. At this moment, I’m here for you.” She stared straight into Frankie’s eyes, “You can be honest with me, Frankie. You can trust me.”
Frankie wanted to laugh, but it came out more as a choked grimace.
“How about you and Bianca come home with me. David would be happy to see you, and I know Leora adores you. You and Bianca could watch television or listen to some records. It’s getting late, and I’m sure her mother would understand if she decided to stay with one of her friends for the evening.” Anna shot her a smile, “You can share the guest bedroom. David will make breakfast in the morning, and you can take Bianca home after that.”
“Why would I do that?”
“I think Bianca might like to meet your family.”
Frankie crossed her arms over her chest, an unfamiliar emotion churning in her stomach.
“Or, you could take her home now. But, I have a feeling her parents would not mind if she stayed with one of her friends for a night. She can call them when we get to the house.” There was no judgment. No anger or unhappiness. If anything, there was a hint of teasing.
“Why would you do that?” There had to be a catch.
“I told you, Frankie. Both David and I care about you. We want you to be happy. If you won’t come live with us, at least visit more. This evening is a very good time to start.”
“Bianca might not want to.”
“That’s ok. You can ask her.” Anna lightly touched her shoulder before retracting her hand, “She seems like a very nice girl. I only hear wonderful things about her.”
“Yeah,” Frankie gulped, voice barely above a whisper, “I like her.”
“Ok.” Anna gestured, “Shall we tell Bianca about the new plan?”
All Frankie could do was nod.
“Good.” Anna began to walk back to Bianca, making sure she stayed in step with Frankie.
Frankie slowly unfolded her arms the closer they got to Bianca. When they were half-way, Bianca rushed toward them, hands reaching for Frankie’s. Worriedly, she surveyed Frankie’s face, squeezing Frankie’s hands as their fingers laced together, “Are you ok? What is happening?” She kept her focus on Frankie but spoke to Anna, “She did nothing wrong.”
“Of course.” Anna readily agreed. “Neither of you did anything wrong at all, except for perhaps being out alone a bit late. It isn’t safe for you teenagers to be out here by yourselves.”
Frankie cleared her throat, “This is Anna, my cousin David’s wife.”
“Oh,” Bianca blinked owlishly. That was a surprise. Frankie didn’t talk a lot about her family. She knew she lived with her cousin Trey and that she had a niece who Frankie secretly thought was the greatest thing since the first sci-fi movie came about. She released one of Frankie’s hands and held it out to Anna, who shook it easily, “It is nice to meet you, Anna.”
“Likewise, Bianca. You look lovely.”
“Anna’s invited us to her house for the night.” Frankie spoke up.
“You can call and let your parents know when we all get home.” Anna assured her. “Staying at one of your friends' homes after a long evening is very understandable.” She winked, “I will see you both at home, then. How do sandwiches sound for dinner?” She walked away to her car, giving Frankie a pointed look before leaving.
“That was…” Bianca began, but didn’t know what to say. Unexpected? Strange? Nice?
“Yeah,” Frankie rubbed the back of her neck, “you don’t have to go, if you don’t want to. They’ve been after me to stay over there. I can take you home. Or, we can ditch them and go somewhere else.”
“No, we can go there.” Bianca smiled at her, “I wouldn’t mind having a sandwich and meeting your niece, if that’s ok with you.”
“Yeah, ok.” Frankie shrugged.
“What is it?” something was bothering her girl.
“Nothing.”
“Frankie?”
“Just…it’s prom night and…we’re going to my cousin’s.” Not exactly the romantic escapade she planned. She was such a square.
“Frankie,” Bianca pulled her into a hug, “I’m spending the evening with you. That’s how I wanted to spend prom. Yes, it was a bit scary with the police, but I wouldn’t change anything.” She took a deep breath, “I really like you.”
Frankie grinned, ears pink, “We better go, then. If you think this is swell, wait till you see Leora roll around.”
Bianca laughed as they strolled to the car, hands still linked.