Hugging Time

[François Laffont]

It was a little funny, to think already about the next prom. It would be more important to them, since it would be graduating too. He didn’t really care about the whole King and Queen titles though. He already didn’t care much about the Prince and Princess. If there was a prize for the one who’s helped the most or if he got some Most Likely to become the new Mother Theresa or something, then yeah, maybe he would care. King only meant he’d have to wear some silly crown and have a dance with someone he remotely knew. Or Frank. Wasn’t sure which one he feared the most.

“Oh none of you better get kidnapped next year. The only drama I accept is if aliens snatch one of you and you come back pregnant Nothing else,” he let out clearly imagining the scene the way it happens in Sims or something of the like. A green baby in Bellefonte, not like it would be out of place. Bet it would take only three days for the child to be born, kind of like in the Sims too. He had a little smile at the mention of a totally hot guy. He would love to have some of that too. Franck spent most of his time supporting his friends and helping people. That didn’t mean it wasn’t painful sometimes to see said friends making out with their lovers while he’s holding the candle between them. He didn’t want to complain, he knew the reason he was single also had a lot to do with the fact he was a very emotional person. But he envied his friends sometimes.

She tried to explain to Franck about her eating habits. Of course, like most people, what he retained was the fact she ate a lot. “Yeah, and what does it tastes like?” he asked, pointing at her MRE with his chin. She reminded him he had to play and so moved around the board, making sure not to land on any square that would make them lose coins and so the chance to buy a star. He smiled when she got all excited over the mini-game. And she did that for all of them. You’d think it was the first time she saw that game and how you play it judging by her attitude. But she was really good. A good thing because Franck wasn’t all the time. Though Wario was worst, far worst.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Dude, aliens would be totally awesome!" said Frank, bouncing on the bed. "Do you think they might actually show up? I guess if they did they'd totally want to go for humans or something like that. Who knows, maybe that's why we've got totally rad powers and stuff. It would totes make sense. I think I even got abducted by aliens once. They might have been the more boring kind from over the border or something."

Frank paused, shaking her head and sighing softly. "Canadians: crazy, amiright?"

And then there was game playing, which was enough to distract Frank quite significantly as, well, she was Frank and anything bright and flashy would distract her for quite a while. She put far, far too much energy into everything, especially for someone who was supposed to be convalescing. Clearly Frank recovered at a different rate then most normal people, or she just couldn't not do stuff like this with as much energy as was "humanly" possible.

"They're not bad, well, some of them aren't. the lasagna one tastes a little weird, and I think the chicken is less chicken and more chicken like byproduct grown in a vat or something. But sometimes they aren't too bad, if you don't mind really processed food and stuff. Better than the container and--NO, NO YOU FAT BUGGER, YOU WILL NOT DO THAT!" said Frank, waving her hand at the screen. Wario had just sicced a boulder on Frank, causing Birdo got to go running. Frank waved her hands and might have outright thrown her wii-mote through the screen were it not for the strap holding it to her wrist. She eventually collapsed back onto the bed, letting out a breath of obvious frustration.

[François Laffont]

Franck should have known better than to joke about aliens. Didn’t he learn by now? Apparently not. Frank was only seeing the awesomeness in that, oblivious to the fact that, A, alien abduction was highly improbable and B, Franck said it precisely for that in a way to mean he didn’t want any big drama happening next year. Trust Frank to decide that their powers did not come from a mutation but because they might just be alien babies or something like that. “I’m not sure my mother would accept the fact she might have been knocked up by aliens. I bet they’re little devils from outer space for her,” he pointed out. Of course, the woman was not here anymore, so it was not like he cared. But he didn’t want to start thinking he was half-alien, no matter what aliens looked like.

He was about to ask what that supposed abduction was like but then realized she talked of Canadians. Not exactly the same thing. “At least some of them speak French,” he pointed out with a shrug, not really caring about Canadians, or aliens for that matter.

Maybe Franck should tell his friend to ease off. She was supposed to get some rest right now. But he never knew Frank calm and collected. This was the closest to it and so it was more than enough in his book. At least she was not running all around school to plant glitter bombs everywhere or do whatever else came to her mind. She was on her bed, in her room, and in the end, not doing too much for the hyperactive person that she so often was.

Franck wasn’t much for processed food but at least Frank didn’t seem to mind. He sure was not more tempted than earlier to taste any though. All thoughts about her food however got washed away as she started to yell, sending Franck flying to the ceiling (metaphorically, of course) out of surprise until he realized it was just something that happened in the game. He was now able to sigh heavily out of relief and to smile at his friend. “It’s ok, we still got one star more than them and a lot more money. They can’t win,” he pointed out. Besides, it was just a game. She was taking it too much at heart.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Well, they could've just knocked her out and planted you in her tummy or whatever," said Frank, not deterred in the slightest. She did pause for a moment, wondering if she should dig a little deeper about Franck's mom. There was an actual moment where the words clearly worked their way around the amusement park which was Frank's brain. If it weren't for Canadians and Mario Party, they might have even made it all the way out, been spoken and everything.

"Well, duh," she said when Franck got around to the whole bit about the fat bastard, "we're obviously gonna squish him, seeing as we're both super awesome people filled with sheer awesomeness. But it's more fun if you get into it, y'know? People think too much and they just don't let themselves go. So much more fun my way and---AAAAH, IT'S GAME TIME, GET YOUR CONTROLLER, C'MON, C'MON!" and Frank slapped Franck's hands a few times, practically yanking him up to begin playing the game again. She'd soon be yelling at the screen, between alternating encouragements at Franck. Never once did she say a bad word about Franck or his playing though. It was always the game's fault, or the computer's, or definitely the fat bastard who messed everything up.

They pulled ahead quickly though, as Frank abused the board, having obviously played enough to have mastered it. She granted Franck a few more and yelled advice. By the time they were done though, she actually looked tired, yawning and everything. Big yawn, big, obvious yawn, though she wasn't doing it on purpose (surprisingly)

[François Laffont]

Listening to Frank, you’d think she actually gave the whole idea some thought. Franck refused to be the child of an alien. Even if you argues that aliens came from the sky and heaven was up so they could be angels, that was out of the question. Frank will have to find another explanation for the fact he was the only gifted member of his family. Franck felt all too human to be anything else.

Frank’s anger vanished almost as quickly as it appeared. Not like François was expecting anything else, he knew her enough to know the smallest thing could set her off track. She was like those birds who ran straight towards the shiny objects, dangle something that might interest her and everything else meant nothing anymore. He smiled at her description of the game and the two of them. They should have named their team the two awesome ones filled of awesomeness. That sure sounded like the kind of title she could come up with.

He jumped when she screamed because of the game but quickly laughed and did as she said, got his controller and started to play the damn game. Had any of his friends in his youth been that into the game, perhaps he would have played more. Or not at all, he wasn’t sure. He never would have thought a child’s game would sound like a fight to the death with a general high on crack. An amusing fight to the death however and Frank made him laugh more than once as they totally wiped the ‘ario duo.

He was not all that surprised to see his friend drained. Well, it was Frank, maybe it was a little bit odd, but he still would not have expected anything else from anyone after such a game. What happened in the room was better than what happened in the game, really. And no clothes flew off so that was an exploit. “I think I’ll let you rest. I came here to make sure you’ll alright and I tire you more,” he said with a soft smile as he took the controller and placed them near the Wii.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank hit the block one last time, watching as the final summoning/judgment thing went into action. She waved her hand a bit as Franck grabbed the controllers, pointing, insisting that they at least go through that. She did so in a tired sort of way though, practically whining.

"We so won," she mumbled, yawning wide. She wiggled a bit more and then yawned some more. "Man, I hate it when this happens. It totally sucks," she kicked a few packages out, pouting. "I, like, have these super-crashes sometimes, which is why I, like, try to keep eating and stuff. That and, like, I'm usually, you know, in bed or something for a bit. I'm gonna be out, for--" she paused to yawn a big, loud yawn, before leaning over onto Franck, "for like, a day or so. No big: it's how they work. So, like, I'll cya tomorrow or something."

She rolled the lean into a sloppy hug, smiling sleepily at her friend. The game chirped, confirming their win. Frank slapped for a controller, obviously wanting to work through the last menus, though her mind and energy had also just as obviously moved on for the time being, leaving sleepy Frank to slid down Franck, where if he wasn't careful, she'd end up in his lap. Wouldn't be hard to fend her off and let her slide against him though.

[François Laffont]

Since Frank seemed too tired, Franck figured he might as well turn her game console off for her. She was probably able to let it run, too tired to care. He had a little smile as she talked but barely made sense of it. Not like he really tried to anyway. He was barely listening to her babble. He knew she was talking about her power somehow and how she would feel really tired from time to time. Since he knew she liked to try and stay awake forever sometimes, he didn't think a bit of sleep was a bad thing. And she burned so much energy during the game that she earned the right to rest a little. Especially since she was supposed to do that.

He whispered her a goodbye but before he could leave she was holding on to him in a hug. He could feel her dragging him to bed. Had he not known her better, he’d fear what she was trying to do exactly. But since this was Frank, and she was supposed to know better, he was ready to give her the benefit of the doubt. He pulled her away gently, helped her lie down on her bed. The bed would be much more comfortable for what she intended to do. Not to add that every contact with Frank only made it easier for him to get what she was feeling.

Since she would rest and was obviously fine, Franck saw no reason to stay any longer. He looked around, made sure the game console was turned off, same for the television. The room was a mess but it was like that when he arrived and nothing seemed to have move, telling him something just came to life in a corner of her room and he should take care of it before it checks if Frank was eatable. He found his way out and let his friend rest.