B is for BRILLIANT PLAN (also Boyfriend)

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Didn't they make you do some kinda tour thing when you got here? Oh, wait, you've been here a while, right? I keep getting that confused. I have to save all my brainpower for really important stuff like birthdays and French and Doctor Who trivia and which guy has the tightest butt on the football team," Frank nodded, then tilted her head. "Though, like, you're soooo right, that's why I was like, one of the Dakotas is pretty cool and all. that's the one that has the Mountain with all the presidents' faces on it"

Frank nodded, then took the spare few seconds to start nomming on the food again, practically stuffing an entire sandwich in her mouth. She chewed and nodded. "My parents were all like 'if you're going to boarding school, you're going to the English one' 'cuz they totally thought that it was, like, better or something," Frank shrugged. "I dunno. It's, like, stuffier and a lot more British I guess, and the boys were kinda cuter overall, even the ones that would totally make out with you," Frank bounced her brows at that and giggled.

"But, like I said, I wanted to come back here. Though I'm probably, like, just as close to my fam as I was in St. Bethany, since they're aallllll the way over on the other side of the country and all. Hey," Frank pointed, pausing to raise a hand up and push some more food into her mouth, "doesn't your dad, like, live around here or something? He moved when you got here or something, right? I so remember you saying something about that..."

[François Laffont]

“Well, five years, but it’s not like I really travelled around the States. I never even left the town and its outskirts,” he pointed out. No visit to New York, no knowing if Seattle was a gray as some pretended. Not even a visit to any Disneyland, ever, not even when he was in France to visit the French one. He laughed at her list of priorities. “I can help you with the tightest butts,” he pointed out with an amused smile on his face. He preferred not to add that, as a guy, he went in the same locker room as them, showered with them. She wouldn’t understand that he was not spending this time checking their butts and other parts.

Franck shrugged. If he didn't get the girl, or only on occasions, he was not assuming he would get the parents. “Well, you know what they say about British, stuck up and all? Probably hoped that aristocratic attitude would rub off on you,” he said. He knew this was a terrible cliché and he was not really thinking that. Because if he did, he’ll probably have to deal with all the silly nonsense said about French people, that they were in love with love itself and not just one person, that they drank wine already in their baby bottles and that they were pains in the ass. No, there were just too many prejudices against French people for him to play that game.

Franck winced as she pointed out she was not really close to her parents. He was really close to his, well, one of them, and it was very important to him so he always felt kind of sad when families didn't go well. “They’re mutants too right? Or are they... normal?” He didn't like using the word normal, made him feel like a monster but he wasn’t quite sure what word was appropriate here, for saying human sounded even worse. He nodded, a smile showing on his face at the thought of his dad. “Yeah. It’s... let’s say it had been tough when my power appeared. He nearly lost me. He doesn’t want that to happen again.”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank, being Frank, probably could've commented on tight butts for the better part of the afternoon. However, there were other bits of the conversation to distract her, and since Frank Cox made people with ADHD look like they'd win a staring contest with a rock, well, she sort of lost her train of thought (much as I did while writing that sentence).

"I dunno: I think, like, my mom or my dad did something in England or went to school there or something," admitted Frank, adding another little shrug. "They did want me to get all cultured and stuff, which was probably why they were so impressed when I ended u learning, like, French in a year and some other languages and stuff," Frank shrugged. Franck already knew that she spoke French fluently, having learned it to communicate with her St. Bethany roommate and fellow foreign student. Technically Frank could actually speak a fair amount of Spanish and German too, but she didn't usually get as much practice with those two.

"What? Nah, my parents are both normal," she said, waving a hand. She turned and dug around in the bag till she found some more baked goods, bringing out a pumpkin pastry and starting to nom it straight through its wrapper. "They're normal and my grandparents are normal and stuff. They just call my mutation thing my little problem. And it sucks that your dad almost lost you," she moved in and gave her friend a tight hug. "Did he, like, do the freak out thing? My parents totally did the freak out thing... which was probably why they sent me overseas. They get sick even thinking about Montana," she giggled at that and gave Franck another reassuring squeeze, figuring that he needed her for emotional support right now.

[François Laffont]

Franck nodded. Her explanation made sense. He had no idea really what her parents were doing but he knew they had a lot of money. A lot of money and dealing with international business seemed to get along like bread and butter. He tried not to smile at the thought of turning his friend Frank into a lady or something with lots of culture and good education but the thought was kind of hilarious. His parents must have felt this little, and probably expensive, trip to England did not have the results they hoped for. Education, culture, she got, he wasn’t denying it. He knew, for example, that she spoke fluently in French, minus one or two mistakes but he wasn’t one to talk. If they wanted her to be all ladylike however, it failed.

“Really?” he let out as she claimed her parents were normal. It wasn’t weird, both of Franck’s parents weren’t mutants. Maybe it was because he put her in the same category as Erika and so assumed her parents were mutants as well. “How do they take it, your... little problem?” he asked since she said it was how they called it. But Frank worked on hugging him and answering. He frowned at the reaction her parents had. He couldn’t say he didn't know it. It brought back some painful memories he preferred to leave dormant. “I think they didn’t believe me at first. My mother freaked out more though. My dad... well now, as long as I’m safe, he doesn’t really care. He’s overly protective since we came here,” he explained once he was once again able to breathe after her hug. He tried to shake off the discomfort he was feeling right now. He wasn’t entirely sure if it was all his because of the conversation they were now having or if some came from Frank too.

Frank was giggling and everything. Her normal self. He smiled at her, not wanting those worries to come and darken the mood. “Try to leave some to me,” he said with a light chuckle in his voice as he pointed out at the pumpkin pastry she was eating whole, along with the wrapper.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Really really," repeated Frank, nodding enthusiastically at Franck's question. "They are totally, one hundred percent, normal. Well, as normal as stupidly rich people that sometimes feel a lot like those cartoon rich people that everyone makes fun of and stuff. Seriously, they even have the snooty accents and, like, no understanding of how money actually works. So I guess that can kinda be considered a superpower or something, but if that's the case then, like, Paris Hilton's a mutant and nobody wants that."

Frank wrinkled her nose and shook her head. What she didn't mention was that she had, technically, interacted with some of those kind of people. It just happened when you were really rich and party-focused that you ended up partying with a certain kind of crowd. Frank still dashed off every once in a while, but when you lived in Montana your options were pretty limited on the whole.

"And it's cool that they got used to it or something," said Frank, nodding. "My parents are still kinda in denial. It's not like I fart fireballs or can read thoughts or anything. They can even claim I just have weird eating habits. Pluuuus, they were probly gonna send me off to a boarding school anyway," Frank nodded and then took several more bites out of the pastry. "Hey, you got a sammich," she protested, pointing. "Plus, I gotta eat lots and stuff, and this is better then my emergency..." she rummaged around in a pocket for a moment, actually having to lay down and wiggle for a bit before pulling out a squashed package. she studied it, her eyes narrowing. "I think that's a power bar...? Does that look like a power bar to you?" she held it out for Franck to study, tilting her head curiously as she did.

[François Laffont]

Franck didn't recall talking about Frank’s parents before. She might have shared a few things about them in the past but if she once told him they were normal, he forgot. Not like it wasn’t impossible, of course. He knew they talked more about his parents, or at least his father, since he was living with the man. It seemed to be kind of a weird thing since most students resided at the school. He did find it rather amusing to picture her parents as some sort of cartoon-esque characters although, with a daughter like theirs, it wasn’t all that strange. Frank seemed to have run out of a cartoon herself. He laughed even more about Paris Hilton. “No, I guess not. It’s weird though, since you’re so different from that,” he pointed out. He wouldn’t want her to be snotty or anything like that. Not that he wouldn’t be kind to Frank had she been a snob but he sure wouldn’t consider her as a really close friend of his.

Frank was right, her power was relatively easy to hide. She had quite an appetite, that’s all. If she managed not to munch into the cutlery while eating, people might not even notice. He nodded though at the boarding school. “That kind of makes sense, if they wanted to give you an education and all. People always act like those schools are the only ones you should go to if you want a future,” he said. Well, rich people that is. But her parents were rich so his statement still made sense. He doubted his parents would have been to pay him that, even if they wanted to. They could easily send him to a catholic school, if such thing still existed. He preferred not to think about this option.

“Come on, just one bite, to try,” he argued when she pointed out he had a sandwich. He knew she had to eat a lot but that didn’t mean he could sample it right? Franck was ready to blame his friend for making him become a little more carefree. It had to happen whenever he spent time with her. Even more now since they hugged not that long ago but he didn’t really needed to touch her to be happier in her presence. “I think it is? I’m not eating those,” he said, pushing he bar away. “I thought you were supposed to be my boyfriend and all and you refuse me just one bite of your pumpkin pastry? That’s not really nice.” Franck was, of course, joking, but if that allowed him to get some, it was just a nice bonus. “I mean a normal human bite, not a Frank Cox one.”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank shrugged. "Well, yeah, I guess, but I'm also really silly and kinda more Michael Jackson crazy with my money instead of Paris Hilton. Though I should totally try to get my own reality show or something, don't you think? That would be awesome," Frank sighed dreamily at the thought. She certainly didn't see why she couldn't have a reality show of her very own. She happened to be absurdly rich, fairly pretty, have superpowers and really cool friends. There were a lot lamer reality shows with a lot weaker premises out there.

Oh, right, normal conversation. Something about parents and going to boarding school or whatever. yeah, Frank definitely would prefer to keep thinking about her own reality show. "The title would definitely be 'Let Me Be Frank,'" she said aloud, nodding. she then turned and looked at the sandwich for a while, her stomach reminding her about that. Franck had quickly pointed out something that her letting out a little groan of frustration.

"Man, really? That sucks. I'm used to being the girl and all, and girls get the boys to buy them all the things, even rich girls like me," she giggled at that, then twisted, looking for her own relatively stuffed bag of goodies. She soon produced a pumpkin pastry of some kind and, to her surprise, a sandwich of her own. "Did I already eat one of these?" she asked, tilting her head to the side as she looked into the sack. "This sack isn't magic, is it? Because that would be pretty cool..."

[François Laffont]

“I think Michael Jackson was on the less funny side of crazy, if you ask me. Great music though,” he pointed out. Then again, he could easily see Frank building herself a theme park to live in, have an animal for best friend or being accused of anything, although he believed it would be stable hands who might file a complaint against her for being too close, not children. He tried to think what kind of reality show it would be like, if one was made to follow her. “There will be lots of food and I’ll be the annoying friend no one will like because I’m trying to keep your feet on the ground,” he said as a conclusion to this thought. He did think it would make a lot of gay guys see him and potentially flirt with him in the future but it definitely was not how he planned on meeting any future lover.

He frowned, not getting what she was talking about, as they were now talking of parents and school and she was talking of titles. “Oh, your tv show,” he said as he suddenly got it. “Not bad, but with a title like that, they will also expect you to be frank, the adjective,” he said. Not that he thought she was dishonest but he wasn’t quite sure what truth she can tell on television that anyone might want to here. Then again, was there anything said in reality show worth hearing?

He laughed with her. “Well, I don’t want a boyfriend to... how do you say that? When they pay every time for you?” he said, looking at Frank with a light frown as he tried to dig through his memory for the right word. He had it, in French. He nodded, laughing again as she seemed surprised she might have eaten more than she first thought. “You did,” he assured her. Sitting so he’d be facing her, he grabbed one side of the pastry to take a little bit of it in his hand. “Thank you,” he said with a smirk before he ate it. “It’s actually good,” he admitted with his mouth still full with his bite. Somehow, he was lacking some of his manners while around his friend.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"I totally thought about making my own theme park. Like, with lots of food and bright colorful characters and teaching all about how we should all have fun and do the whole acceptance thing and stuff," said Frank, waving her hands as she got more and more excited. Of course, said excitement completely and utterly shattered any and all illusions or hints toward her being a male, not that this really bothered Frank all that much, as she'd pretty well given up on the idea already (didn't take long).

Frank sighed as she lowered her arms, blowing out her lips. she tapped her fingers against the ground for a few moments, then raised her fingers to snap. "We'll totally just change the definition of the word! Yeah, people will stop thinking frank means, like, honest and start thinking Frank means crazy person or something," Frank nodded, not even seeming to care that she just effectively called herself crazy. She reached back for the not magic bad (disappointing) and grabbed more food.

"Everything's pumpkin this time of year," said Frank, rolling her eyes, "then everything's peppermint and stuff. It's kinda cool, and it's definitely better than, like, the months where everything's coconut or something," Frank wrinkled her nose and then stuck a sandwich in her mouth (neglecting to unwrap it, since she didn't seem to have any problems actually eating it. "Relationships are super complicated. I think I'm just gonna, like, hire a super cute pool boy or something,' Frank tapped her fingers again. "Is that legal here? Like, hiring people for the smex?" she looked over at Franck, cocking her head to the side quizzically.

[François Laffont]

Franck couldn’t help but to laugh at the thought of Frank owning a theme park. “Why am I not surprised?” Frank and theme park were such a perfect combination, almost as obvious as Frank and food. It also seemed very natural for Frank to be so accepting. She had to, since she was so different herself. Franck even believed, when they all went camping, that she might just choose to befriend some raccoon or porcupine or another animal of the like and he would have to stop her before they tried to claw her eyes out. Nothing of that happened, thankfully, but it still remained something very plausible in Frank world.

If Frank didn’t realise she just called herself crazy, it did not elude her friend. His eyes widened slightly as he blinked, trying not to laugh too hard at it. He did think about pointing it out at first but figured it would be pointless. Even if she were to realise her mistake, Franck was pretty certain she was able to consider it true anyway. Which might be the case, actually, but, like he said, it was a good kind of crazy. “I’m sure it will be a hit. If they can follow the Kardashians or people trying to survive naked in the jungle, I can’t see how this cannot get a lot of audience.” The fact this could be an insult as well as a compliment, but mostly an insult, reached him after he said it but he wasn’t sure Frank would notice anyway.

“Right? Holiday-themed flavours’ good but they are exaggerating a little bit. Plus they could use more than just pumpkin to feel Halloween-esque. Even Christmas offers more, like gingerbread,” he pointed out. Then again, Frank was the food expert here, his opinion didn’t seem to mean as much. Since Franck didn’t think she was serious with her pool boy, he was taken by surprise when she asked if it was even legal. “I think that’s called prostitution, not sure it’s something you should get involved in.” He stared at her, wondering if she would ever be able to hire someone with the not so disguised purpose of having sex with them. The problem with Frank is you simply never know.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"It totally would!' agreed Frank, nodding. "Though I'd probably end up becoming the face of mutantkind, and wouldn't that be trippy? The Bellefontes would flip. Oh, but Ellen and you would totes be on the show like all the time, since you're mah bffles and all," which had Frank now thinking about a sitcom starring her, Ellen, and Franck. "It would be called BFFLS" Frank said aloud, again not really caring that her voice might have jumped a few cars in the mental train and everything.

She was already venturing into the conversation about holiday themed flavors and such. Frank ended up nodding. "I know! I get totally into a lot. Maybe when our show gets famous I could come up with some holiday themed snackfoods as well," which naturally Frank was now planning. Though said plans soon burst as Frank started thinking about pool boys and prostitution and such. She sighed, leaning against Franck.

"Man, why they got to make it so hard, Franck? This suuuuucks," she whined the last a bit, then reached and ate more food. "At least i gots plenty of biffles, so I got that working for me. Tons of partying, and I clearly just need to find a male biffle who would totally be into all this," she gestured at her body, then looked down, frowning. "Why am I dressed like a boy---ooooh, yeaaaaah!" She rolled her eyes and giggled once more, suddenly finding her own plan to be utterly silly.

[François Laffont]

Frank Cox, the face of mutantkind. Now that was a scary picture. He could just imagine what people would think they all were like after that. It would not get any better if Ellen, as she mentioned her, would be a part of her show. To show Ellen and make her a proud sample of what mutants are like was basically asking the government to try and attack all of them again. He couldn’t believe that Frank considered her a friend. Well, no, he could believe that and he was even smirking at the mental image of Ellen when told on national television that she was Frank’s best friend. Now, that would be hilarious. Everyone would have to die after that, but that would still be hilarious. “Bffls?” he asked, frowning. It took him some time to finally think he got it. Give the poor guy a break, it was hard enough to understand Frank sometimes when she spoke clear English, so when she had to go for abbreviations... “Right. That suits you a lot more,” he said. Frank Cox could easily become everyone’s best friend, whether they like it or not.

If one could come up with new recipes, he supposed it was Frank. He wasn’t entirely sure how edible those new flavours might be however. It wasn’t like taste mattered that much to her. At least, he supposed, since she could eat everything. “Yeah? And what kind of flavours you’ll come up with?” He wouldn’t deny it, he was a bit afraid the sort of thing she might come up with.

“At least you got it easy. There are more straight guys than gay ones,” he pointed out as the conversation now moved onto guys. He preferred not to talk of prostitution. Not only because he knew little about it but mostly because he didn’t want to learn more about it. “We got the same problem,” he said as she mentioned finding a guy friend who would be into her body. He’d like a guy friend who’d be into his body. He smiled to her as she laughed but unlike her, he was not all that surprised of her attire. He recalled why she was like this, as like any normal human being, he could retain that kind of information for more than a minute. But he also chose to act as if she was not pretending to be a guy so the fact she had been acting like a girl the whole time did not bother him at all. “I think you’ll have to work more on being a guy if you want to try that again.”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Best friends for life!" chirped Frank, flinging her arms up into the air as she finished. And no, it didn't matter to her if Franck figured it out or anything, because the more often she got to say stuff like that, the overall happier Frank Cox was (which was already saying something, considering that there were smiling rainbows on children's television shows that looked dreary next to Frank). She ended up giggling again, then rolling her eyes.

"Well, duh, it's all about making pumpkin everything. Pumpkin chips, pumpkin candy chips, pumpkin pasties, pumpkin--you know, anything," Frank shrugged. She pretty well figured that if you made anything out of pumpkin it would sell, especially to the right audience. Not that she got to dwell on snack foods, since they were already talking boys. Which just had Frank rolling her eyes.

"They just can't handle all the awesome which is dating a Frank," she insisted, clearly meaning to indicate both of them. She let out another giggle and rolled her eyes. "Oh well, this was pretty much a practice run and all. We got a totally cool picnic out of it and-- wait, what time is it?" Frank began patting herself down, looking for something that would no doubt answer her question. This lasted a few seconds before she shrugged. "whatever: I like hanging out with you; not like we've got anything better to do or---OMIGOD, DUCKS!" and Frank was gone, sprinting off toward the poor animals in question. Or, well, whatever she thought were ducks (it was Frank; they could have very well been kids rollerskating [and if that doesn't make sense, go watch Mighty Ducks 2; I'll wait])

[François Laffont]

Franck did guess once he took the time to think about it that what she meant was best friend for life. Those abbreviations were not always easy for him, yet you’d think he would know by now, Frank being such a dear friend to him. He was pretty sure she was able to invent an abbreviation anyway, so it was best to take the time to really think about what she meant with those. Besides, Frank telling him seemed to make her happier, if such a thing was possible. He bet if they came up with a happiness meter, she would be so high she will send the arrow flying out of the machine. Then again, Franck was not going to accuse anyone of being too happy. How could that be a bad thing?

He couldn’t explain why, but the thought of eating pumpkin chips didn’t sound so appealing to him. “I’ll take the common pumpkin pie, you can have the rest,” he told her. She should be happy, more food to her, although the companies were best not to ask her to taste their product. She must be the bane of every all-you-can-eat restaurant.

Franck nodded at her comment. They couldn’t handle them but for different reasons. Frank because... well just a look at her would make you understand you better be ready for constant randomness if you wanted to date her. He didn’t entirely understand why it was so hard for him. Maybe he was too much of an enabler, or too emotional thanks to his power? Or maybe it was just the fact there weren’t enough gay guys at the school. He should give their chance to the bisexual ones if he wanted someone.

He smiled to his friend. The practice didn’t work out too well but, like she said, they had fun and it was all that mattered. He frowned, looking around for what she was looking for, no idea what she could be looking for. She seemed to forget about it as easily as she started worrying about it so Franck preferred not to think much about it. He learned over the time not to worry too much over that sort of thing. He laughed as he watched her chase after ducks. It was a good thing he was not the jealous type, to be told she loved hanging out with him only to run after birds. He joined her after a moment, taking the time to gather the remains of their picnic and toss it in the nearest trash bin before walking towards his friend. “Come on, let me get you back to school, love,” he said, amusement in his tone as he called her that, already directing her out of the park.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

By this point, Frank was pretty much frolicking among the possibly real ducks. This involved some skipping and outright frolicking, mind, which was a verb that didn't really make sense until you saw someone like Frank Cox doing it. She seemed entirely at home just sort of joyfully bounding about, looking very much like a cartoon character.

She turned as Franck spoke, nodding. "Yeah, I guess we're done for now," she smiled, moving forward to slide her arm under and through Franck's, giving him a slight squeeze. "We'll figure something out! I'm sure there's another plan somewhere. Or I could practice being a dude a little more. Oh, what if I made up an imaginary cousin named Frankie and--"

And the plan continued, likely with Franck smiling, nodding, and being happy that he even knew Frank Cox. The girl could pretty well hold up a conversation on her own, and the constant bubbly emotions kept her pretty well buoyed, and by extension would probably leave Franck feeling pretty darn good by the end. Probably. Or something like that.

Hey, we have to end the thread somehow.