"Nothing it's just that, Mickey Mouse isn't answering his phone. Usually he does and he isn't working. Maybe he's visiting his sister or something," she put the phone on the coffee table in front of us before giving me her attention. "So, today I guess we'll start with some functions yea?"

"Yeah. I don't think I'm really bad at though. Maybe a little sproosing up," the room went into an awkward silence. "Look, you don't want do this today that's fine. I'll go home and you could relax. Maybe find out where Mickey is," she looked upset and worried filled her eye's.

"No. You need to pass before prom so let's do this," she insisted.

***

About an hour and a half later Mickey walked in her apartment holding brown grocery bags. Her mother followed behind.

"Oh hey kids. How's things going?" Her mother was trying to catch her breath.

"Fine. Hey Mickey Mouse. I was texting and calling you. What happen?" Frankie got up and gave him a hug.

"Ah, my phone died. I was just doing some roaming around for my mother but I didn't have access to my car. It's charged a little now but I should get it on the charger before it completely dies. See you tomorrow?" He kissed her on the forehead before walking to the door.

"Yeah," jeez was her smile big.

Ya know, maybe this is just me but, his phone died? Now it's charged a little? Didn't have access to his car? Kissing on the forehead? If I didn't know any better, I'd he's cheating but it could just be me. Plus it's way to early in the relationship right? I mean like why else kiss her on the forehead.

Usually, when my dad kissed my mom on the forehead, it was because he didn't want her to taste the lipstick that was on his lips from another bitch. My father cheated countless times and my mother forgave him endlessly. Just get divorced already and move on.

"Well that explains it," she sat back down with relief scribbled all in her face.

"Yeah I guess," I was a little unconvinced.

Frankie

Spring break starts tomorrow. I have one more day until I don't have to see Scott for a whole two weeks! Thank the lord.

"Ok Scott, this is my final time explaining to you..." I was explaining to him some boring math stuff that'll just annoy and bore you. Like jeez, why so boring math?

"Uh, I give up. Can we continue this tomorrow?" He annoyingly asked.

"No! Spring break remember?" I smile at him.

"Yeah. But that doesn't mean you have to stop tutoring me," he looks at me as if I was an idiot.

"Yeah but I need a break. Especially from you," I gathered up our things and stood up from the couch. "Unfortunately, time for you to go. See you in two weeks," I open the door for him to leave.

"Ok. Well. Bye," he gets up and leaves.

***

Mickey Mouse has been acting real weird lately. He's been so distant and I can't figure out why. And when I do ask him about it, he just shakes it off.

"You know you can talk to me," I say as we cuddle up on the couch watching some dumb horror movie.

"Yeah. I know," he says in my ear.

"So then talk. What's going on?" I give him a comforting smile.

"Nothing. Why do you think something's wrong?" He smiles at me.

"I don't know. You just seem distant lately," I start. He gives me a confused look so I continued. "Like you've been so busy lately and not really answering my calls or messages til like hours later. Is everything alright? Do you need a new phone or something?"

"Oh. I'm sorry. I guess I've just been caught up lately. This New York life has been really hard to adapt to these days. Plus my sister is getting ready to move in and then the bakery. Things just have been stacked up infront of me. I'm sorry, I never meant to make you feel that way," he kissed my hand and gave a small smile.

"Aww. Baby that's ok. And would I get to meet your sister?"

"Yeah. She's coming Saturday. I feel like you too should get along just well," that smile again.

                                 ***

Saturday

I can't wait to meet Mickey Mouse's sister. I've heard she was bad but I don't think she's horrible bad. Maybe just lost. Plus, I need some more friends.

Ding.

It was the elevator door.

Out came Mickey Mouse with a girl who looks exactly like him. She had tattoos all over arms and was painted in black, clothing of course. She had freckles all over, Mickey Mouse had some too but they were more like dots than small tiny freckles.

She looked me up and down. "Is this her?" She turned to Mickey Mouse.

"Uh yeah. This is Frankie," he gestured his hand towards me.

"Hm. I need to talk to her alone. Do you mind?" Her eyes sti focused on me.

"Uhh, yeah sure," he looked worried a little. Nonetheless, I took her into my apartment, into my room while Mickey Mouse stood, still, by the elevator.

"You trust him?"

"Uh yeah," I gave her a confused look.

"Well don't." With that, she left my room and out the door she went.