Sophia's P.O.V

"Frannnnnk!" I moaned.
"Whaaaat?" He mimicked.
"Don't go!" I protested.
"Fine." He promised.
My boyfriend Frank and I have been dating for a few months. We are always together. Though my parents don't agree on our relationship, they consider him to be a bad influence to say the least. I don't care, they can say what they want. He's the sweetest person in the world though he may look mean and tough. His ratios and piercingly give off that warning bad boy look. Most people just don't give him the time of day, they just judge and make assumptions.
"Sugar, look," he says pointing to the mansion we pass by everyday on our way home from the walks we take.
I turn to look at what he is pointing at. A girl around my age is leaning out of her bedroom window and talking to the boy in the house across from her.
"Whose that?" I ask.
"Not sure, but she seems to know Harry." He replies.
It was true. The two of them were talking like they were old friends.
"Sophia? We should go or your parents will be upset," Frank decides.
"Oh. I guess," I sigh.
He looks at me thoughtfully, "I know how to cheer you up."
"How?"
He leans in and kisses me. I feel my heart melt.