Glitter Bombing

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank kept going for a while, only sort of realizing that she'd left the other girl in the dust. She eventually pulled to a stop in front of a small group of students who were staring at her and wondering what had caused all the running and shouting and all. Frank smiled at them all, breathing a little heavily from the recent exercise.

"Hey, what's up!?" she said, raising a hand at them. She could hear Ryan catching up and sort of pointed back in that general direction. "just me and a friend being all excited and stuff. We're definitely not running from a teacher or anything," Frank rolled her eyes and blew out a raspberry, all while waving a hand dismissively. "That would just be insane? Amiright?"

Frank grinned and threw an arm over the shoulder of the closest one, a poor guy who was now wondering how precisely he ended up in this situation and looking to the incoming Ryan as though she might actually provide answers that made sense.

[Ryan Alexander]

The guy looked at her with a look of both helplessness and just plain 'help' on his face. She shrugged.

"Nothing I can do man. She's weird. Fun, but weird. I still don't know how I got into this myself." Ryan leaned against a nearby lamp-post.

"I'm not even sure she remembers my name. Hey Frank! What's my name? I'm testing your memory."

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank smiled at the guy again, poking him a few more times. Ryan actually seemed to be talking to him, which made Frank wonder if they knew each other or something. She looked from one to the other, but the guy was already seeming to debate whether he should pull the girl off and possibly trying to figure out if this was the Frank Cox that everyone kept talking about. Because how many slightly chubby perky blondes that were seemingly insane and fun were there at the school anyway?

"What?" Frank asked, turning back to Ryan. "Of course I remember your name: it's a boy's name like mine. It'ssssss," she rolled her finger at the other girl, squinting. "It's a boy's name... I wanna say...." she tilted her head and pursed her lips. "Bryan? You look like a Bryan... well, you kinda look like a Cynthia really, or maybe a Daphne, but I'm sticking with Bryan."

[Ryan Alexander]

"Eeehhhhhhhh...it's Ryan. Close enough. I'm surprised you remembered even THAT well." After all, Ryan thought it might be a plausible scientific theory for this girl's head to have been stuffed with cotton balls upon her birth. So remembering a name for the most part was impressive. She arched an eyebrow looking at Frank.

"So you really think I look like a Cynthia? Or Daphne? What part of me screams for girly names like that? The girliest name I have is my middle one, Rayne."

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank beamed at mostly remembering the name. She actually had something of a knack for doing so most of the time: she just happened to have a lot going on at the moment, thus making remembering details a bit harder than it would be normally. She was still practically vibrating from the pure excitement, looking about like a speedster that was about to take off at the slightest provocation.

"Well, more like a Cyn," Frank replied, tilting her head to the side, "though I can see Rayne too... but," Frank drew the letters in the air and began flicking her fingers, "isn't Rayne just Ryan but with some letters moved around and maybe an 'E' added?" Frank paused and stared at the air. "Huh, that's weird. Though I guess my name's 'Frank,'" she was already writing it in the air again, "'Sunflower,'" that took longer, "'Cox,'" which took no time at all. "So I'm not one to talk."

Frank beamed and thought she heard a noise in the distance, something like a door crashing?

[Ryan Alexander]

"Hmm...Cyn could potentially suit me I guess. But it still reminds me of a name you give to a straight girl who's punk. Neither of which is something I am. So I don't really know. And...is your middle name really Sunflower or did you give yourself that name? I know my middle name could be seen as uncreative, even though I didn't notice that myself...but SUNFLOWER?" And she heard the door crashing.

"Okay, that is totally our cue to leave. Forget my questions I'm hightailing it to my dorm room!" With that, she took off like a racehorse out of the gate, her feet headed towards the dorms.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"You so look punk to me,' Frank replied, nodding. "Though I dunno about straight. Do straight girls have a look?" Frank tilted her head to the side. "Franck doesn't seem to think so, but I dunno if he's a--- oh, yeah, my middle name is totally Sunflower. My mom had this whole granola phase and hippie name were in when I was born, so it was all 'let's name her daffodil' or whatever."

Frank shrugged, and would probably have kept talking even with the smashing dorm, but Ryan was already running off. Frank actually stared at the spot where she was before turning to the people nearby. "She's weeeeeeird," Frank insisted, nodding emphatically, "but i like her.'

Another nod, and Frank casually skipped off to her own hidey hole, likely to feed a llama or plan some other crazy stunt, probably involving a cannon and/or water balloons.