Oh Nos, I have Lost My Bikini!

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Oh no, I seem to have lost my bikini top!" Frank yelled, twisting and turning around. She'd just come out of the water after swimming around a bit. Normally swimming wasn't really Frank's thing: it usually involved a lot of repetitive motion and actions that sort of became a little monotonous after the first few minutes and all. Frank generally preferred water parks for that very reason. Or, failing that, she'd settle for hanging out with some friends at a beach.

Buuut, there was one advantage to a pool: it allowed her to wear a bikini in public. While Frank knew that she might have a bit of chub on her, she also knew that she still looked super hot and all. Plus, it left her with a totally awesome plan that should so get a guy. It worked in tons of romantic comedies, so Frank knew it just had to work now.

"My top has come off and been stolen!" Frank said with as much fake dismay as she could manage, looking around. "Oh, would someone save me? Could you--not you," she waved away a girl, "but maybe... you! Don't you want to save me?"

And lo, there was a batting of eyelashes.

[Abel Bellefonte]

Humming along with the song stuck in his head, Abel walked towards the pool. It wasn't exactly the hottest of the days but that rarely matter with an indoor pool. He supposed that the main reason for that was because it was normally cold in Montana but he on the other hand he was sure it was because his family members were a bunch a show offs. He was surprised that there wasn't that many people and then he remembered that it wasn't that hot.

He noticed a girl mentioning a bikini top and pointing at him to save her. Save her from what a pool monster? He assumed she meant find the swimsuit top so he shrugged and walked over "Okay, i'll help do you wanna wear my shirt until we can find your top miss?" He wasn't sure why someone would want to steal a swimsuit top. It was obviously only making it more them more pathetic if they were already incapable of getting a girl out of her clothes.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

See, while Frank's plan may have been absolutely brilliant, she still didn't quite expect it to actually work. Most of her brilliant plans had sort of just kind of fizzled at this point. So to see some dude who had abs you could lick and a face that other people probly thought about while they were having sex with their boyfriends and...

"Wow, it worked," Frank said aloud, looking up and blinking. Her arms nearly dropped, which would have exposed her admittedly impressive chest (sometimes she joked that a lot of the fat she ate went right to her bosoms, though one look at the slight bits on her hips told a very different story). "I mean! Yes, you should totally take off your shirt," she looked him over, "yeah, that's definitely got to go," Frank scooted a little closer, leaning toward him and looking up with the best puppy dog eyes she could manage, and Frank could definitely manage some impressive puppy dog eyes.

"Can you believe some people? Stealing a girl's top," Frank said, shaking her head and clicking her tongue. "There's just something wrong with people these days."

[Abel Bellefonte]

Abel raised an eyebrow at her words about it working, he wasn’t completely sure what he wanted to know what she was talking about. At the very least he could help the girl in need because he was a nice guy after all. Although she seemed incredibly energetic and not in least bit embarrassed for someone who had their top stolen.

“Okay, okay it’s coming off you don’t have to kill me with the adorable eyes” He said laughing and pulling his shirt over his head. He held it out for her to take, he was almost tempted to ask her if she needed help putting it on but he was sure she could manage it herself.

“Yeah, it was probably a bunch of freshman goofing off, so where were you when it went missing?” He shrugged his shoulders, he just assumed that people were assholes most of the time and needed to get laid. Sexually frustrated teens acted out and did stupid things, he used to be one of them. “Well don’t let it make you lose hope in humanity i’m there are nice normal people at this school” He said smiling at her.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank watched the shirt go off, her eyes almost wide, one hand going out in a "gimme" sot of gesture. Had he actually offered help in putting it on, she would have probably jumped on it (and likely him at the same time). Frank ended up taking the shirt and sliding it onto her, somehow managing to keep boob hidden at all times.

The shirt didn't mean that she couldn't hear though. Frank nodded along as he talked about freshman. "Yeah, those freshman, they're all cray-cray," she agreed while wiggling her way into the shirt. She tugged it down a bit more, shrugging. "Oh, I'm not really worried about humanity or anything. It's just the kids these days. No respect. Also probably wanted to see boobies," Frank gave hers a little pat before nodding, "and you can't really blame them."

Though now Frank was looking around the pool, trying to remember where exactly she had "lost" her bikini top. Shouldn't it be floating around somewhere? It was bright pink, so it wasn't like it would be that hard to spot. Then again, Frank was sort of blinded by abs.

"Oh those abs," she mumbled to herself, looking over at him and definitely not meeting his eyes.

[Abel Bellefonte]

Abel watched in amusement as she wiggled into his shirt shaking his head. He couldn’t help but laugh a bit at her reply “I bet you were just as...cray-cray when you were a freshman” He teased a bit as he looked around for kids with a bikini top because he assumed that someone had taken it.

“Nope can’t really blame them there, but I do think there is a better way of getting a girl to show you them” Like asking them out on a date or going up to them and asking if they wanted to hook up. Obviously the people who took her top weren’t privy to that knowledge.

“So what does your top look like hun?” He asked pretending not to notice that she was obviously distracted by something other than he missing top. He wasn’t going to call her out on it not because he was conceited but because she was actually obvious about it.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank blew out her lips, gesturing dismissively with her hand. "Totes. I'm also, like, nearly a freshman now, but again, the second time," she held up her fingers. "As in I'm, like, eighteen," she had to throw that out there, since she knew she still looked a little on the younger side of things. And again she found her eyes sort of drifting toward those abs, sort of missing Abel's talk about there being better ways of showing them (again, given that this was Frank, one viable option was to just sort of fling beads at her; she'd be confused, think it was Marde Gras, and flash).

"Wha---" Frank managed at the question, pulling her head up from the guy's chest again. "Oh, right, uh..." she tapped her fingers for a moment, before pointing at the guy. "Waaaaaaait a second: haven't you seen a bikini before?" She raised her brows. "'cuz it pretty well looks like that. Except bright..." she paused for a moment, her brows furrowed... "pink?"

All the confidence.

[Abel Bellefonte]

"I see, well since you told me how old you are, I'm twenty and my name is Abel" He said laughing a bit. He wasn't sure how this had turned into a conversation he was just supposed to help her find her top. Though he wasn't necessarily against the whole idea, he just found it pretty unexpected.

He shrugged his shoulders "How do you know that culprit isn't a serial top stealer, there could be a bunch of bikini tops around here. In case you were wondering I have seen a bikini before" He turned is attention to scanning the pool and saw something floating....all the way on the other side.

"Is it that over there?" He asked with a raised eyebrow pointing in the direction, though he was pretty sure it was considering the fact it pink and the only bra floating in the pool.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Sure thing, Twenty, you're Abel years old," Frank said, waving a hand in a semi-dismissive manner. Because abs. Abs which Frank found herself more or less staring at with the sort of hunger wolves stared at rare steaks. There might even have been some drool.

Though this somehow didn't stop Frank from talking: just from making sense. "Right, totally a cereal boxtop stealer," she agreed, nodding again. She saw his head moving and realized that she should probably be swiveling her head as well. This required her to turn and look around the pool for several seconds, trying to look super serious because this was super serious business and all.

"Huh, that's weird, I coulda sworn I ---" Frank said before. "Nooo, that's probably not it," she said, shaking her head and waving a hand dismissively. "That's someone else's top. Though you gotta admit," she leaned over and nudged Abel. "Whoever's got that top has got to have big gazoombas, amiright?"

[Abel Bellefonte]

Abel couldn't hold his laughter in, Abel years old? That was definitely a first. He was wondering

how they were supposed to find her top if she was staring at his chest, or rather his stomach. He was a patient person but she obviously wasn't putting in any effort to find this top of hers.


He snickered at the boxtop stealer bit, she was obviously adorable "OKay, if that's not your top how are we going to find. Maybe you should just keep my shirt? Unless you wanna go swimming then we need to find it." He knew that he shouldn't mention the idea of swimming least she push him in the pool just to see his abs wet. You'd be surprised at how many times he'd accidently been sprayed with a water hose. Even if it was one of those fundraising car washes and he was bringing his car to be wash, he ended up wet.

"Yeah i can admit they're pretty big" He said shaking his head figuring it was best to agree with her, if that wasn't her top then where the hell was it? Maybe they threw it in the trash because he wasn't trash picking, he drew the line somewhere.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Yeah, totally keeping the shirt," Frank agreed, nodding a few times. Yes, this was definitely working out better than she'd "planned." She had managed to get a guy half-naked (always part of the plan) and she had his shirt. Though now that she was starting to look at places that didn't involve abs, Frank had to admit that the guy did look a bit familiar and all.

Oh, but he was talking about her boobs! "They're perky and junk too," Frank said, adjusting her chest as best she could without having any real support. She let her hands fall and then nodded a few times. "Yep, totally natural. Though I could totes afford fake ones if I wanted, but what's the point and all?" Frank shrugged her shoulders before again looking out at the pool. Someone else had found the bikini top and was now holding it up to his chest. It looked like a younger guy, and Frank considered for a bit.

"Should I tell him to go in there and rescue it or make that kid's day..." she wondered aloud, either not realizing or not quite caring of the fact that Abel was right there and she was thinking aloud (again).

[Abel Bellefonte]

Abel raised an eyebrow “Well if you’re gonna keep shirt can I get your name, you know in case I want to get back or you want to steal another?’ He couldn’t help but wonder how he got into this situation, then again it was probably because he was way too helpful for his own good. That and his curiosity, hot girl no top and a chance to show some wayward teenage boy how to get a girl out her shirt properly. Though he hadn’t actually managed to a girl into his shirt this fast before...usually other things came before. Not that any of that mattered because he was currently confused as to if the top was her or not...she had said it wasn’t.

“Yes it’s definitely better to be natural, there’s more to appreciate” He never understood the whole plastic surgery thing, at least not for people who were good looking to begin with. He did understand the whole broken nose being fixed or messed up chin. However people who stuffed their boobs with silicone and their backside with whatever. It really made him question humanity and the way people thought.


“Should I swim overthere and get it or just escort you over there to get it?” He asked amusement written all over his face. She probably hadn’t realized that she had spoken out loud, unless she did than it just cemented the fact that he had never ran into a girl quite like her.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"That's a weird way to ask for a girls' name," said Frank, tilting her head to the side. "But it's Frank. And yes, still girl," she poked a boob again, since clearly Frank was all about her boobs for the current time. "My parents totally wanted a boy, and my dad sort of panicked when I came out instead. Oh, it's Cox, by the way," her eyes drifted down below his waist and back up. "Not those: my last name."

Frank flashed a smile before turning back to look over at the pool. Yes, definitely better to be natural, and Frank was all natural from head to toe. Well, beyond the bits of sugar and plastic and who knew what that had been digested and spread throughout her body at this point. given that, she was probably at least 40% sugar.

"Were you listening in to my thoughts?" Frank asked, smiling sideways at the young man, her eyes slitted slightly. "And nah," she waved it off before looking back. "I'm not, like, actually sure that's mine. It kinda looks like it, and that looks about..." she squinted at the top, then looked down at her chest. Needing a better look, she pulled her shirt out slightly. "Yeah, looks about right," she let go of the shirt, "but I think he'll get more out of it then I will."

The guy was already looking perhaps a little too excited about finding a girl's top floating in a pool.

[Abel Bellefonte]

Abel shrugged his shoulders “it worked didn’t it, and My names again My name Is Abel, wasn’t sure if you caught it the first time you called me twenty. Oh and my last name is Bellefonte so yeah.” Her name wasn’t all that weird as names go, he’d heard weirder. Although they were foreign names but that still counted and there was that one poor kids named after the dead lion in the lion king, that had to suck.


“Nah only my sisters can do that, i just speak like every language there is possible to speak besides sign language, had to learn that one on my own” It was probably because it wasn’t an actual spoken language but he could totally read braille so he wasn’t sure what was going on with that. He again shrugged his shoulders, if she didn’t want to bother the kids he was okay with that.

“So If we aren’t getting you top back what are we doing...swimming?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, he figured the whole point of this was to retrieve the top….maybe he was missing something incredibly obvious.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

A name got repeated and this time Frank had enough focus (barely) to actually catch it. "Bet your Able," she said jokingly bouncing her brows a few times. "And waaaaaaait a sec. waitwait wait," Frank took a step back, nearly falling into the pool. She squinted up at him. "Did you say... Bellefonte?"

There was more in there about sister and reading and understanding languages but Frank was just a little fixated at the moment. "So, wait," She pointed up at him, "your Eri's brother? Well, Elsa's too," Frank paused for a moment, "and I think there's a third... Lexi? Texas? Something like that." Frank waved a hand. "They mentioned you a few times, but they left off the bits about you being..." Frank waved her hands at Abel, indicating all of him.

Then she pulled her hands back up, taking another step back. Or, well, that was the plan. Except that somewhere along the lines, Frank had sort of forgotten the whole standing by a pool thing. She felt her balance going, her arms going wide, and barely had time to let out a "going down!" before she fell back into the water.