Frank's P.O.V
We continued walking, down the street. Sylvia wearing Gerard's hoodie, and a black pair of converse. They were a bit ratty and worn, might have to talk to the boys about a shopping trip. I fix my neon blue beanie and walk a bit faster.

Sylvia's in quite a good mood, is it from the pastries? "So ummm where are we going," I finally decide to ask.

"Eh? I was following you," She mutters still skipping along. I quickly grab the hood of the hoodie, dragging her to a stop.

"So you mean we've been walking around town for almost a half an hour and you have no fucking clue where we are going?" I say.

She shakes her head and munches on her "purple" macaron.

I sigh and say, "alright come on we're going back to the trailer." She pouts but follows quietly humming to herself.