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[color=E4EDAE]“It’s so good to have you home my little baby Frank!”[/color] Franklin’s mother gushed as she flung her slender arms around her son's neck. She had to stand on her very tippy toes to do so since Frankie was so much taller than her. [color=EDD6B2]“Yeah… mom… I gathered as much”[/color] the redhead managed to get out between the kisses his mother was harassing him with.

When she finally let him go Frankie set his backpack down on the counter before approaching his father who was deep into his laptop where he was programming something that looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. [color=EDD6B2]“Hey dad!”[/color] Franklin said, slapping a big palm across his tall lanky fathers back [color=EDD6B2]“What’s up?”[/color] he asked as he sat down next to him. His dad jolted back as if awoken from a trance looking around confused [color=B0EDD7]“Oh!”[/color] he exclaimed[color=B0EDD7] “There you are son! I almost began to worry!”[/color] he smiled warmly at his son. 

[color=EDD6B2]“Yeah… I can see that, What’re you up to?”[/color] Frankie chuckled pointing at the rows of code crowding his fathers computer screen. 

His fathers eyes practically shone behind his spectacles [color=B0EDD7]“Just some servers for the old colleagues… actually some pretty interesting work, you see..”[/color] he trailed off when he saw the look on his wife’s face.

The younger Bonaparte just laughed and shook his head [color=EDD6B2]“I’m happy you’re keeping busy in your retirement”[/color] he threw an arm around his father giving him a squeeze. Frankie let go of his father, who went right back to clicking on his laptop and leaned back in his chair balancing it on its two hind legs, a habit he has had since he was a kid. Much to his mothers chagrin for now she just sighed and gave him a stern look, which Frankie promptly ignored.

[color=E4EDAE]“So… Reunion, that should be fun huh?”[/color] a sweet smile spread across his mothers face. All Frankie could muster was a look of disbelief. [color=EDD6B2]“Fun isn’t really the word I would use mom…”[/color] a tired sigh escaped the young man. [color=EDD6B2]“I don’t know if you remember but, I wasn’t really the most popular kid at King’s.”[/color] he offered a small laugh.

His mother’s face fell, she had always felt bad about not doing more to help little Franklin and his hard times at school. But her son had pleaded with her not to step in, convincing her it would only get worse if his [i]mother[/i] came to his rescue. [color=E4EDAE]“Yes, well, Lili will be there right? And Spike!”[/color] her tone brightened [color=E4EDAE]“Whatever happened to those two? Are they still together… They were so cute!”[/color] she chirped.

Franklin let his chair drop back on its front legs and then jumped up from his seat [color=EDD6B2]“Don’t get me started on that… it’s uh complicated.”[/color] he rolled his eyes as he made his way over to her, giving her a peck on the cheek. [color=EDD6B2]“I’m heading down to the beach and then I’ll head over to the hotel! I’ll try to swing by on Sunday before I leave!”[/color] he said, grabbing his backpack and swinging it over his shoulder waving to his parents as he walked away.

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Although he burned very easily thanks to his very fair complexion courtesy of his mothers genes, Frankie loved laying at the beach feeling the sand underneath him and the sun's warming rays hitting his body. He almost felt more freckles popping up by the minute, but it didn’t matter this is exactly what he missed when he felt trapped in the concrete jungle that was New York City.

And he would be lying if he didn’t enjoy the new found attention he got in his hometown now that he no longer was a awkward teen, but rather a burly tall man. The girl working the towel cabana had already been up to his spot three times asking him if he needed anything, and Frankie didn’t look that helpless for that to be warranted. 

A buzzing from his backpack made him sit up slowly and dig around in the void of the bag. The notification on his screen reminded him that reunion was in fact still happening and only an hour away at that. The redhead took a deep breath and unlocked his phone, deciding to send two texts.

[color=EDD6B2]“You better be there when I arrive… there is no way I’m standing around alone at this thing”[/color] he sent to Lilibeth, who still was his best friend even after all these years apart. She was the main reason he was even back , since she practically begged him to come.

[color=EDD6B2]“Please let me know when you land! So I know how to divide my time at this thing, if you know what I mean.”[/color] he sent to his other best friend Spike. It had been a problem staying friends with both Lili and Spike… since the incident. One of the many headaches this weekend would bring. 

Another was that thing with Yasmin some time ago. Frankie shuddered at the thought of dealing with that mess. He popped his phone back in his backpack before starting to pack up his belongings and heading for the exit waving to the cabana girl as he did so.

[color=EBA7ED]“Bye sir… come back soon”[/color] she said dreamily.

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He had been standing in front of his room mirror for the better part of a half hour. He told himself it was because he wanted to look presentable as he got to show his old classmates his major glow up. but actually he was nervous, and really didn’t want to go. 

He had decided to go with a casual Tom Ford [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/16/cb/25/16cb254df87bd48f6e0d8cddabec1f1d.jpg]suit[/url] paired with a simple [sub][s]tight[/s][/sub]black t-shirt and a nice burgundy pocket square and opting to go for a scarf instead of a tie. Classy but still casual giving off the vibe that he didn’t really care, even though he did very much so care how he presented himself tonight.

A quick glance at his watch informed him that he couldn’t really drag it out much longer. Hopefully his friends would be there to greet him as he ascended the stairs to the venue. After one last hand through of his red hair he mustered the power to walk through the door and head for the cocktail party.

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