I'm a Fake

Sometime during the night, I woke up. It was raining heavily outside but I could hear Frank’s steady breathing coming from the bed beside me. I jumped a little when I heard some thunder. I smiled. This could work for my plan.

I got up off my mattress and stood next to Frank’s bed.

“Frank,” I whispered, shaking him lightly. He opened his eyes slowly and sat up, looking a little dazed.

“What?” he said, looking at me as if I was crazy for waking him up.

“Well, um, it’s a bit embarrassing,” I started. I heard another loud crash of thunder. I pretended to be scared by jumping and clutching Frank’s arm.

“Are you afraid of thunder?” Frank asked.

“Kinda,” I said, I looked down. “It’s so embarrassing.”

“No,” said Frank. I looked up. Frank was smiling a little. “It’s actually kind of cute.”

I laughed nervously.

“You can sleep in my bed with me if it’ll make you feel better,” said Frank.

“Ok, thanks,” I said. I quickly got under Frank’s blanket, scooting kind of close to him. “Good night Frank.”

“Good night, Vanessa,” he said.