CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

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"We haven't been seeing Y/N lately.."
Jake sighed, pouting. Tricky noticed the hint of sadness in his voice, she assured him. Saying they'd see eachother again,

"But they haven't answered our texts and calls--"

"Jake, will you stop whining if we visit them?"
Fresh huffed in annoyance,
Excitedly, Jake jumped up and nodded. Already grabbing his skateboard and heading out the eatery.

The teenagers still haven't known you moved. And yet they have already made their way towards your old apartment,

Knocking on the door, a different person appeared.
"Yes? Can I help you?"
The man asked the young boys and girls, confusion clearly shown on their faces.

"Is Y/N here...?"
Yutani asked hesitantly, the man let out an ohh...

"Ah, the previous one who lived here. They moved a whole ago,"
He smiled softly, noting the disappointment on their faces.
The door closes, the kids leaving a trail of sighs behind them.

But then, an old woman emerged out of her apartment, smiling sweetly.
"You must be looking for Y/N, yes?"
Looking at eachother, they nod.

She dissappears for a moment, scribble noises flowing out the door. Appearing once again, she give Jake a piece of paper with an address written on it.
"That's where they live now, they're a close friend of mine.. That's why I know."

Thanking her, she closes the door after bidding goodbye.

They hurried out the entrance and went to the address, getting lost a few times and even passing by your house.
But after a few minutes of circling the neighborhood, they finally arrived.

Walking up on the porch, they knock excitedly. Waiting for you to open the door,


"I'm coming!"
You yelled out, making way towards the front door who hid the ones knocking.
Opening the door, your eyes widen at the sudden impact.

Falling down in the floor, hearing giggles escape their mouths.
"Y/N! We found you, finally!"
Tricky squealed, wrapping her arms around you.

"... I never told you guys where I moved, did I?"
You looked apologetic, saying your sorry to them as they complained about you not answering most, if not all, of their texts and calls.




"When did you get so good at cooking?"
Fresh asked, eating the meal you had cooked.
"Frank taught me,"
You said, smiling.
Thet went silent, giving eachother knowing looks.

"Funny how you spent so much time with Frank, are two good friends?"
Yutani teased as your eyes rolled.

"Yes, we're great friends."
Grinning, their eyes widen, catching your drift.

Hollers and cheers erupt from the table, and teasing had begun.

Mischevious smiles as they'd tease you with Frank, the noises quiet down as you successfully changed the topic.
"Oh! We want you to come to our graduation, remember? You could come with Frank!"
Jake reminded, you have never forgotten this. You would never dream of missing out the moment these teenagers are on their journey to adulthood.

"Of course, I've never forgotten, Jake. We'll both be there, cheering you guys on."
Cleaning up the table, setting the dishes on the sink.

This familiar happiness that you feel whenever the kids were around, you missed it. You missed this feeling, four crazy, adventurous kids made you feel this way.
But it wasn't the same with Frank.

The night shortly ended with the kids falling asleep on your catch.
Yutani had already told you that their parents knew they would be spending the night with you,
Shaking your head, smiling softly.

Frank had come over and saw the kids passed out on the couch.
"Babysitting again?"
He chuckled, setting down his things.

"They spent hours looking for me apparently,"
You replied, brushing his hair out of his face.
"You look tired..."
Frank held your hand that caressed his cheek, leaning more into your touch.

"Work was rough."

"... You know, you come here more often than your own home.."

"It's lonely there."
He said, going inside your room.

Changing into more comfortable clothes, he had already moved in with you... Technically.

"If it's lonely, why don't you move in here... with me?"
You offered, Frank takes off his mask with wide eyes.
His mouth stretching into a smile.

"That can be arranged."

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