WES GONNA BE SLUTTY SOMETHINGS!!!

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

What several of Frank's friends (or "friends") had come to realize is that hanging out with Frank Cox wasn't always strictly a voluntary activity. She quite often would cajole, trick, beg, plead, bully, blackmail, or outright drag the people who happened to have stumbled into her orbit on various adventures for fun and joy.

Which explained why she was all but dragging Ellen Banks into the section of the mall that had been dedicated to costume shopping.

It's best not to worry about the little details, such as how Frank actually managed to convince Ellen that spending more time with her was a good thing or how she managed to get Ellen to a mall or how she managed to convince Ellen to go costume shopping with her. This was Frank: details sort of happened to fall into place around her because that's more or less what just sort of happened.

"LOOKAT ALL THE COOL COSTUMES!" shouted Frank, waving both her hands toward the store in much the same manner that a shipwrecked survivor would wave at a passing ship. "WE CAN DRESS UP AND GET ALL THE BOYS or gurls if that's your thing you know, we never did talk that out, Ellen, so you'll have to lemme know if I should set you up with some hotties with bodies that just don't stop and all, TO BE ALL UP ON US." This was soon followed with Frank "singing" the first few bits of the chorus to "Get Lucky":

"We're up all night 'til the suuuuuun
We're up all night to get soommmmmmm
We're up all night for good fuuuuuuuuuuunn
We're up all night to get lucky"

And yes, there were pelvic thrusts.

[Ellen Banks]

If there one thing that no one ever could accuse Ellen Banks of being is a pushover, she takes great pride in the fact that she had a stubbornness about her that was only on the level of the Bellefonte’s (Ok, maybe not THAT stubborn, when it came to that. The Bellefonte’s were in a class of their own) The rule was simply, if Ellen didn’t see the value in doing something then she will dig her heels in the ground and refused to be moved, 9/10 she couldn’t be convinced otherwise. So you can imagine her reaction when Frank Cox tracked her down and asked her not only to be apart of her silly little speed dancing thing –Honestly the girl had far too much time on her hands- but to go out to the mail and shop for costumes with her.

Ellen hated literally everything about that statement.

When she asked she couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow in bemusement, she never learned did she? Ellen took a deep breath her answer already scripted in her head.

“Frank, while I’m sure you would love some company while you shop but I’m afraid that I can’t. You see, you may not be aware of this but you annoy me. A lot in fact and I’m afraid that if I spend an extended time in your company I may well go on a murderous rampage, but thank you for the offer. Please go away”

Yes, that should stop her in her tracks nicely. Ellen leaned back took a breath opened her mouth to say the words, and it almost felt like she blinked and here she was standing in the middle of the mail. She was sure that time has passed in between Ellen meeting Frank in school, and going to the mail…but for the life of her Ellen couldn’t think of what Frank could have possibly said to convince her to go costume shopping. That was the scary thing about Frank, she seemed to have super human persuasion powers that not even Ellen was immune to, in fact she was maybe more vulnerable considering that Ellen and Frank had a history with each other so Frank maybe knew exactly what buttons to press with Ellen to get in her head –She cursed herself for the 1000th time for getting drunk in her company, god knows what she told her-

She really needed to ask Frank one of these days has she could do that.

So Ellen reluctantly trudged behind Frank into the shop –So far behind that she might convince people that she’s not with the clearly mentally damaged girl- Her body language clearly conveying how much she didn’t want to be there. She may not exactly have been right beside her but she was still in range of the patented Frank Cox shrike the one she recognized echoing through her nightmares, causing her to shudder.

She thought this was over, she thought once she left for college and they weren’t forced into a room together, Her life would be a blissful one, devoid of any and all elements of Frank Cox.

If only….

Rubbing her temples with her free hand already irritated she chocked back a sigh at Franks question “I assume by “If I want…um hotties with bodies all up on me you mean if I would prefer to date me-“ Ellen stopped almost sensing it before she had begun but that pre knowledge didn’t do anything to stop her as Ellen was helpless as Franks nails on chalkboard voice rang through the store making Ellen flush with embarrassment as she tried to look somewhere. Anywhere that wasn’t Frank Cox pelvic thrusting “You know Frank, here’s a fun fact: Did you know that not everything needs to be sung?”

It was going to be a long day

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

It occurred to Frank, if somewhat belatedly, that Ellen appeared to be following a short distance behind her. Frank figured this was just because that Ellen didn't quite like to walk slow, being quite ladylike as opposed to Frank's tendency to literally skip ahead and hum to herself like a character ripped straight out of a musical or cartoon. However, as they were now approaching the store, they clearly needed to be closer together.

"Well, duh, not everything,' agreed Frank, nodding, "but, like, that's totally a song, and therefore totally should be. Oh, and you were so gonna answer the bit about whether or not you like dudes or chicks or whatever. Or both, whatever makes you all hot and bothered," Frank was already looking over the costumes with the type of glee reserved only for twelve year olds left home alone with mountains of sugar and Frank Cox.

"Because that will totally influence the kind of outfit we go for. I mean," Frank rolled out her eyes, "obviously we're gonna dress like total sluts 'cuz we can get away with it and we want all the people we are attracted to to be all 'da-ahm, those honeys be super fly, yo!'" Best not the think about who Frank thought would actually speak like that. It should also be noted that at some point during the conversation, Frank had moved back to where Ellen had been standing and thrown an arm around her friend's shoulder, because obviously she needed to advertise to the world how bff they were.

[Ellen Banks]

Ellen disagreed with Frank on the issue on distance. No actually, Ellen didn’t agree that they needed to be closer, this was in fact the perfect length in which to stand between the two. It was far enough to convince passers-by that Ellen and Fran k had nothing what so ever to do with each other yet she was till able to hear Franks voice –You can imagine how thrilled Ellen was. Even though yes she tried to walk with at must dignity and pose as possible. A lady didn’t gallivant like a tiny child on a sugar run. Why would Ellen ever need to run? She would simply wait until things came to her, but the moment she stepped into the shop Frank seemed to have doubled back lying in wait before pouncing and Frank tossed her arm around Ellen, sending a sense of dread through Ellen’s system,Did everything really have to be so touchy feely with her? If she wasn’t holding her shoulder, if she wasn’t holding her shoulder, she was being caught in the clutches of a bear hug.

Just one of the many joys of knowing Frank Cox and being her “BBF” Ellen was sure to look from the hand around her shoulder and back to Frank looking her right in the eyes throwing her a look that said “Do you really want that hand to be there?” But knowing Frank she probably wouldn’t notice.

There was a great many things that Ellen felt awkward discussing with Frank chief among them being what got Ellen “Hot and bothered” nor did she have any particular interest in what got Frank that why –No doubt it would be too confusing and strang for words- The way she seemed so excited by what she saw was to be on offer in the store looking like an eight year old in a toy store while Ellen looked on trying to see what she could get out of all that running around between costume to costume. She supposed some people might consider that type of behaviour to be endearing.

But not Ellen.

Ellen almost had to force herself not to laugh, at the mere idea of Frank being anyway slutty or sexy. If Ellen was totally honest Frank was….not unappealing physically –if you were into that sort of thing- but the idea of Frank acting someway seductive in any way was insane. What exactly did she do to attract “hotties with bodies” Talk about banana’s? Sing the hits of the sound of music? Ellen momentarily stopped where she stood and stared at Frank, as if trying to process those words left Franks mouth “Those Honeys be super fly, yo...” Ellen repeated in a muted voice slowly tasting each word as if trying to make certain she got them in the right order

If she hypnotized Frank now and ran would anyone notice the strange girl sleeping in a ball in the middle of the floor. It wasn’t too late for that “…What people exactly do you talk to?” Ellen said trying to figure out the wacky world of Frank Cox –When will she learn that was a fruitless endeavour- Ellen rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders “I guess I like, both really” Ellen muttered. She knew for a fact if she didn’t tell her, Frank would constantly hound her for hours and if there was one good aspect of Franks she wouldn’t care about Ellen being bi-sexual”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank didn't hear Ellen's repetition of the words and of course she didn't read Ellen's mind because that wasn't one of her abilities. Even if it were, Frank would simply dismiss the thoughts as Ellen being grumpy or using her position to try and guard herself from actively feeling about someone who she knew deep down was one of the few people who would continue to be friends with her irregardless of what she did and was.

"Oh, that's cool! Kinda figured it for a bit," said Frank, nodding. "Means that you'll totes be able to hit on all the people. You got a pretty awesome bod and you're, like, super pretty and all. When you really get pretty you're, like, even prettier then me," said Frank. She giggled a bit then added: "But my boobs are probly bigger. Anyway!"

Frank walked forward, half-dragging Ellen along if need be. Her eyes went around the store, darting and looking like she was about to launch into another song or a squeal at the slightest provocation. Sure enough, Frank jumped and then giggled as a Jack O Lantern decoration laughed at her.

"This is gonna be fun!" she practically sang, shimmying forward. "We just totes need to look at all the slutty costumes and stuff. You got an idea of what kinda slutty you wanna be?"

[Ellen Banks]

Ellen wondered if she should ask Frank if this fine establishment sold alcohol, Ellen could handle Frank Cox a lot better if she was wasted –even though from what she remembered from that night, that might lead to them being carried away in cuffs.- It didn’t help matters that Frank, well to be honest, Frank had a natural talent for throwing Ellen off with….Quite profound comments that would make Ellen pause. It would be unsettling enough if just anyone had such insights to what Ellen might be feeling but the fact that it was Frank Cox, the girl who not 10 minutes who was pelvic thrusting in her general direction.

She stopped and frowned for a moment at Franks ever so casually admission that she had her suspicisious about Ellen’s bi-sexuality “Excuse me? How exactly did you figure that Frank?” Ellen questioned knowing that wasn’t something she broadcasted to the entire school, but before she got an answer Ellen’s eyes hit the ground trying in vain to hide the flattered smile on her face, damn it! Leave it to Frank to zero in on Ellen’s vanity and weakness for being called pretty. People complementing her on –As Frank put it- “Her awesome bod” Was always something that never failed to put a smile on her face no matter what mood she was, but she would be damned if she was give Frank the satisfaction of knowing that her words provoked that kind of reaction.

Truth be told, Ellen didn’t exactly feel “Super pretty” these days and she hasn’t for awhile now. She didn’t like to look at herself in the morning especially at the scars that decorated her throat . The swelling of them has gone down at lot in the last few months to the point where she had even considered the possibility of taking off her scarf….but slutty clothes, that was a big leap forward for her,

“Well I haven’t really-Woah!” Ellen exclaimed suddenly as Frank suddenly gripped her hand and set forward again taking Ellen by surprise as she went stumbling after her. “Is it really too much to ask for a warning in advance” Ellen cried out but knowing full well that Frank was too lost “Oooo’ing” and “Ahhing” at the various things on display “You know Frank funny enough the thought hasn’t actually cross my mind. I'm not exactly an expert in "Slutty"”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Huh? Oh, well, I thought I heard something about you and someone else and then everyone was pretty much, like thinking that you and I were a thing but everyone knows that I'm super straight, so they must've figured that you were the one who was at least kinda bi-curious or something plus you totally kinda just feel like you're bi, you know?" it all came out of Frank in one solid block of words, most of it in one solid sentence, with an added wide smile and wink. mostly because Frank was now dragging her pretty friend into the costume shop and talking about slutty costumes.

"Come on, don't say it like that. It's not about being a giant ho-bag. The slutty is more of a state of mind thing, Ellen. It's like, this is Halloween, so it's okay for us to be cool about how hot we look and stuff. So we dress in costumes that be all like 'bam, you know I'm sexy and hot and look like I put out' to let them know that we are so gonna rock this place. Also that some of us really want to get some after a, like, really super long time of not getting any, now!" Frank nodded and strode forward. "What do you think about slutty nurse? Does that feel too cliche to you? Maybe we should think outside the box..."

Frank began looking around, the picture of utmost sincerity. Because of course picking the perfect slutty costume was something that required the most focus imaginable.

[Ellen Banks]

Huh?! Who in the world would be insane enough to not only start rumours that Frank and Ellen had a “Thing” going but also that Ellen was the one to try and make a move on Frank?! Ew. If anyone was going to make the first move it would be Frank. Did people really think, that Ellen Banks was desperate enough to seek a relationship with Frank Cox of all people?! Did they have a death wish? Did they not know that Ellen banks would crush anyone who so much as whisper that kind of stuff? She could only thank the heavens above that Dirty Laundry didn’t get wind of that particular rumour and broadcasted in to the entire school. Ellen would never live it down.

Ellen would take great pleasure in hunting down the brave soul that first started that rumour and make them humble but for now Ellen had more pressing problems like how strong Frank’s vice grip on her wrist she was stronger then she looked…

“Do you always have to be such a rush everywhere?” Ellen tried calling her breathing becoming ragged as Frank basically pulled her along into the store. How did Frank manage to stay at this pace all day every day? Was it just because she could eat insane amount of sugar that it left her with boundless amounts of energy? Good lord, how did she sleep at night. Oh, that’s right she didn’t. Ellen was made all to painfully aware after rooming with her for what seemed like forever. Singing and dancing at all hours “Have you ever considered my offer to do yoga?” Ellen asked knwing full well that it certainly wouldn’t calm down Frank in the least. She couldn’t stay still for a second let alone long enough to hold a pose.

Even though she hated to admit it, the way Frank put it, she made it sound quite appealing to Ellen, even though she had mellowed out in the last for months having the spotlight and attention on her…it was a guilty pleasure.

So now came to the actual choosing of a costume, the part that Ellen was dreading, There seemed to be thousand apon thousand s of possible choices to make, she could be here for hours “Funny enough Frank, slutty nurse doesn’t really um-call to me” Ellen said remembering her exposure to nurses not but a few months ago “Decisions, Decisions” Ellen sighed idly looking around the various costumes: “What do people usually dress as: Cats? Faries? Comic Books characters?”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Only when I'm having fun!" Frank yelled back before giggling again. Of course, Frank was having fun pretty much the entire time she was alive and breathing. She didn't mention the whole crashing thing that happened from time to time. You'd have thought that Ellen would've noticed that every once in a while Frank Cox just seemed to sort of stop, but it did happen fairly rarely.

"You mean like going out into the woods and stealing pick-a-nick baskets? I tried it once, but then they caught me and were all like 'out of the park, missy,' so it really wasn't all that much fun," Frank gave a shrug, having already forgotten the incident in favor of looking at all the various costumes. Despite being distracted, Frank didn't lose track of Ellen (mostly because even Frank realized that if she lost track of Ellen the girl would go running away at top speed). Nor did she stop listening as the other girl spoke.

"Yes!" was her response to the question, nodding. "There's, like, all the characters to dress up as and stuff. I guess we could totes make costumes if you really wanted. I mean, it would take a really long time, but we do have a weekend or two. There's this one stitch pattern I know that would work really well. though this shop does have a lot: wonder if there's a mutant here?" Frank craned her neck, looking around, obviously intrigued.

"Oh, right, making costumes! So, didja wanna just blow out of here and get some material to make costumes? Just think: we'd be able to spend, like, two whole weekends together! Wouldn't that be great?"

[Ellen Banks]

When was Frank wasn’t having fun? Wasn’t life just one big party for her? Wasn’t every single moment of every day was better then the one that the one before it? Thinking back Ellen had been living with Miss Frank Cox for months on end and thinking back she had never seen her Sad, or angry or even mildly irritated, she seemed to have no other mood then deliriously happy. Like she had some kind of lobotomy that prevented her from feeling any other emotion and no, Ellen was rarely aware when Ellen crashed for the simple reason that with said crashing came silence. Blissful wonderful silence that was like a rare beautiful little butterfly gracing Ellen with it’s presence, So Ellen took advantage every time there was silence by catching up with as much sleep as she could

At first Ellen wasn’t exactly sure she had heard Franks words correctly….Did she just admit to creeping into national parks and swiping picnic baskets when people weren’t looking? That raised far more questions then what was worth answering, -Namely who exactly used picnic baskets anymore? “but…Frank, you have money so why would you steal-“ Oh god was she really starting to question Frank Cox. On her logic? When will she lean that would just lead to more and more headaches? She just shook her head content to let Frank live in her fantasy world

And then Frank dropped the bomb shell about making their own outfits for the evening’s festivities and Ellen’s heart sank.

….Two weekends…

…Doing nothing but making clothes….

…With Frank…

Two whole weekends with Frank…

Ok, that had to be nipped in the bud right now

“Gee, Frank as good as that sounds do you really think that’s a good idea, I mean I don’t know a think about sewing besides what you’ve already showed me me when we made those friendship bracelets, I wouldn’t even know where to begin or what were even making. Wouldn’t be a better idea to pick something out here?”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank most definitely would've explained the whole picnic basket thing since clearly Ellen had never watched a cartoon in her entire life. We were all spared from hearing her go on about that particular enjoyment, however, because Ellen wisely didn't prod too deeply, instead focusing on the much more important decision of how to go about making costumes.

"Awesome!" agreed Frank, letting out another little whoop. "Oh, and I have mine!" she held up her hand where, sure enough, there dangled the very bracelet from that very encounter. she wiggled her hand for a bit, sliding it back down, then nodded and turned. "Right, so that means we need to focus on getting the sluttiest costumes possible. Now, there are your classics," Frank pointed as she went along, "slutty nurse, slutty cheerleader, slutty frankenstein's bride, slutty schoolgirl, and slutty cop, so you know," Frank nodded, "all your fetish stuff. We could also think outside of the box," Frank hopped over toward others, "and go weird orrrrr we could--OMIGOD, LOOKIE!"

For of course Frank had gotten distracted by a motion-sensor skull that chattered whenever you walked in front of it. She waved her hand before it, giggling as it started chattering noisily. Within moments, Frank would be wholly lost.

[Ellen Banks]

Oh thank god for small mercy’s it looked like Ellen had done the impossible and actually managed to talk Frank down from one of her many MANY harebrained plans and she didn’t even need to hypnotize her to do it, Ellen was going to chalk that up as a win against Frank’s stubbornness. Thank goddesss she did, if she didn’t she didn’t knew if she could handle two straight weekends of Frank, she found Frank to be hard enough to deal with in moderation.

And of course Frank had kept her friendship bracelet that they had made together all that time. She probably had a friendship bracelet for everyone she had ever met and known after all everyone was her BFF. Wasn’t that how she operated? “That’s Ummm nice of you. Actually thinking about it I think I still have mine.” No that wasn’t even a false hood on Ellen’s part to somehow appease the person she was reluctantly BFF’s with. Surprisingly Ellen actually did have Frank’s friendship bracelet. She was meaning to throw it out actually but knew to certain events that obviously became something that Ellen simply forgot about it. She was unpacking her stuff into her new room recently when the bracelet dropped out of her bag. She was meaning to throw it out, but she hadn’t gotten around to dumping it yet.

When she did have time she would, why else would she have kept it for so long?

With her hands clasped behind her back like she was gazing at exhibits in a museum, To be honest, Ellen didn’t care in the least what she would wear, but she was tempted to just say she would go for the “Slutty cheerleader” after all she already owned an outfit so making it would require little to know effort whatsoever. “Well wh-“ Oh god damn it, Ellen rolled her eyes as Frank got distracted by a chattering skull, God she really was like a human puppy wasn’t she? Distracted by the most minor things in the world. God, if Frank was going be distracted by everything this was going to take hours. Ellen stepped in front of Frank and the skull and snapped her fingers in front of Frank hoping to snap her out of it and bring back to the real world “Yes, it’s a skull. It’s Halloween the store is literally full of them, can we move on? What did you mean outside of the box?”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

The skull kept chattering, and Frank started imitating it, which meant that it was probably a good thing Ellen spoke up when she did. Frank turned to look at Ellen, grinning. "Well, obviously it means that we don't think inside boxes," replied Frank, "which of course are totally out, as making boxes slutty is kinda hard, though it's not really, like impossible or anything, just a little hard and all."

Frank had started moving back to the aisle, eying the various costumes on display with a critically appraising eye. "So, like, we take something that might not be so slutty, liiiiiike, this!" she grabbed what appeared to be a Creature from the Lagoon costume, holding it out for Ellen and making it dance a bit. "And then we make it super slutty. You know, cut a few holes, add a few tassles and whatnot. Though this one might not be too doable, oooorrrrr it might net us a guy with a fish fetish,' Frank giggled, "net, that's just funny. Oh."

Then Frank looked serious as she stared Ellen in the face, still holding the Creature costume. "You don't have a fish fetish, do you? Because we could totally hook you up with a guy who wants to spawn or something."

There was open minded, and then there was the wide open range that was what passed for Frank Cox's brain.

[Ellen Banks]

….Why was she still here? That was the main question that was going through Ellen banks mind right about now. Frank was in her element now, she was just working herself up now like a small child who has had one too many sweets. If Frank was a small child –That obviously wasn’t a stretch- and Ellen was her mother. She was recognise that Frank was getting a touch too over excited for her own good. Meaning her causing a scene was a real possibility and Ellen for one certainly didn’t particularly want to be sucked into the pull of Frank Cox’s vortex of madness no more the she already had.

…and yet Ellen stayed, Maybe Frank Cox should explain that one to her, seeing as she was oh so knowledgeable about Ellen…

Frank seemed to be in her element and Ellen could see why the concept of turning something that was once mundane into something attractive. Frank had a naturally creative mind so she had no doubt that Frank would have tons of fun transforming these costumes “Let me guess…The process is going to take a lot of sparkles and glitter” Ellen said wearily thinking she had a beat on the way in which Frank things at last.

Ellen looked down at the creature from the Lagoon outfit…Hardly the most flattering thing to compare Ellen to. She looked down at the outfit Frank held in front of her “I’m not wearing that” Ellen said tonelessly telling Ellen that the creature from the lagoon was not something that appeal to her.

She had a feeling she’ll be saying that a lot today….

“Frank…” Ellen said trying to keep a measured tone as she considered Frank questions about fish. If it was anyone else Ellen would have thought that she was messing around with her but this was Frank Cox after all. Only she would question Ellen about fish fetishes “Ha. Spawn with someone. Cute. Surprisingly enough I don’t have a fetish for that kind of thing” Ellen said playing with a lock of hair as she walked by “What are you going to wear Frank does anything leap out of you? A giant ape costume maybe? A sexy piece of toast?”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Is there a process that doesn't involve a lot of sparkles and glitter? 'cuz if there is, I don't want any part of it," replied Frank, nodding confidently. She let out another giggle and shifted the outfit to match up with Ellen again, tilting her head and nodding a few times. Not that Frank actually planned on having Ellen dress like a sexy Creature from the Lagoon. Clearly Ellen deserved to dress in something a little cooler then that.

Unless Ellen had a fish-fetish which, according to the girl herself, was not the case. No fish fetishes, and talk about Frank's costume. "I dunno," said Frank, putting the costume back on the rack. "I usually can't decide on a costume so, like, I end up getting something like four or five and just wearing a different one for different parties and stuff leading up to the big day. You know, kinda like the person with many costumes and all. They don't even all have be be slutty! I like to dress up like Doctor Who or My Little Pony chars too, and that's fun and you know what?"

Frank looked over Ellen, nodding. "You'd look totally awesome as a sexy Egyptian queen, don'tcha thing? Kinda like Cleopatra only, well, I guess she was supposed to be super banging so maybe just like her only less, uh, Egyptian?" And now Frank was already on the hunt, determined to find a costume that exactly matched, though she barely got started before going: "Ooo, Ooo, or we can dress you like that sexy concubine lady from the Mummy movies! You know, Iknock Summa Moons!" Frank giggled, but she didn't stop looking. She would never stop looking, not until Ellen agreed, and quite possibly beyond that.