Clarence Francis Marion, or Frank as he preferred to be called, first and only son of his family, was a quiet sort of guy.  It wasn't often he spoke to many people, not out of fear or self loathing, but simply because he was a shy sort of guy.  He felt like he knew how to talk to girls, but they always turned him away.  His latest encounter had turned out poorly.<br/><br/>It started with his latest attempt to talk to a girl in his classes named Holly.  She was cute, athletic, had long auburn hair, dressed nicely, and was smart.  But every time Frank tried to talk to her, she looked away.  Worse, she had a boyfriend named Arthur, the de facto king of the basketball team.  Arthur always gazed at Frank with angry glares, ready to murder him at a moment's notice, should an opportunity present itself.  Getting off the steps to the second floor of the school, Frank ran into Holly, smiled at her and said hello.  She started to turn around, away from Arthur, but Arthur didn't want her to even look at Frank.<br/><br/>"Hey, buddy," Arthur said, pushing Frank in the shoulder.  "What's the big idea?"<br/><br/>By the time Frank heard the question, he was already falling back into the stairwell.  He bounced three times before he stopped.  The fall knocked him out and kept him out of school for a week.  He was lucky enough to not have any severe breaks, but his left leg had almost come out of joint.  His doctor said he needed to rest for a few days and not walk around any more than he had to.<br/><br/>The distraction was welcome, though he knew he ran the chance of falling behind on his studies.  He had connections to get his assignments from class and each day, he easily kept up with what he'd been brought the previous afternoon.  Being a straight A student was an effort, but one Frank could keep up with.<br/><br/>When he heard an odd bang from the street, he wanted to go check, but wasn't sure if he should get up.  He heard a repetitive flopping noise and knew from observation that it was a lot like a flat tire.  Wanting to make sure, Frank found his crutches and his coat and went to the door to check it out.<br/><br/>As the door opened, Frank saw a beautiful blonde.  A young woman, perky and perfect in almost every way.  "Hello," Frank said meekly.  "Are you ok?"