Chapter Text
Flowers in the evening were always so beautiful. At least, Frank thought so. They never really thought about what their neighbors thought about their flowers. He just assumed that they liked them, just like he assumed that they didn’t like him very much. Though his garden would protest that thought.
Frank scowed at himself and sighed. They knew better than to assume others’ feelings. After all, why would they hate him? He doesn’t think that they did anything wrong to have their neighbors dislike them, but then again he’s not the most agreeable person out there. Not like Wally Darling or his best friend, Julie Joyful.
Frank looked at himself in the mirror and just stared. They stared at their unibrow, their bowtie, and their vest. He stared at everything about himself. They sighed and thought about what they should do. Maybe they should go back to the beginning and think about what led up to this horrid event. Maybe he could figure out what went wrong and why he was all alone on this beautiful Friday evening when they thought they had plans with the loves of his life.
‘I should change first,’ thought Frank. ‘It’s not like I’m going anywhere fancy. At least… not anymore.’ Frank took a deep breath to shove their tears away. After all, it’s not their neighbor's fault that he’s so… bad. Honestly, even after being stood up, he could never hate any of them. How could they? With Eddie’s charm, Howdy’s helpfulness, and Wally’s beauty, it’s no wonder that they left Frank behind. They don’t really add up to be much besides a grumpy hinder. They wish they were pretty butterfly.
Frank left the bathroom to lie down and think. He drifted to their room and fell flat on their bed after changing out of his dress. Was it what he said? He didn’t mean to be rude… They were just curious about Howdy. Frank took in several deep breaths, trying not to cry.
‘Let’s just start from the beginning.’ Frank thought. ‘From the very beginning, not just today.’ They thought about the first time he moved to the town called Home. ‘That’s too far. This really started when those stupid, stupid love letters came in the mail.’ Frank groaned. “Those stupid, pretty letters got me too worked up!” They muttered.