you were just sick of it — sick of being at an age where you should know what the hell you’re doing.

but, you don’t. and it drives you crazy.

so, you end up going to the one person you trust the most, who just so happens to be very experienced — frank.

and when you show up at his door, and he lets you in, and you tell him, his eyebrows raise in shock and his lips twitch, wanting so bad to curl up in an amused smirk. “excuse me, princess? you want me to what?”