PROM: The Dance of the Royal Fran(c)ks

[François Laffont]

Franck was surprised by her words. Everyone was saying that, everyone was matching them together? He tried not to laugh at the way she talked of Elsa. She could be scary, he supposed, but he would never call her that, even less in her face. “I think she knows she has nothing to fear of me. He’s too straight for me to have,” he pointed out. He could say he tried that and it didn’t work but Frank was able to get all sorts of ideas and the last thing he wanted was some rumours flying about Felix and him hooking up together. There were some things worth hiding from Frank.

Frank was so caught up in her dancing that he was not sure she caught his sign as he tried to leave the dance floor. But she caught it. Just as she realised he was not feeling too well. And, that was a miracle if miracles existed, she happened to get why he was feeling like this. He heard her. Her louder-than-any-sound voice rang to his ears as she told everyone to back up. He felt hands on him and noticed it was Frank. He moved away while taking deep breaths. He knew it was not really working, it was emotional, not physical. He had to calm down before he could breathe right. A part of him just wanted to keep dancing, and flirting and having fun. It was loud in his head and it made him dizzy.

He did seem to get she was warning him about the punch. Something about alcohol. He didn’t understand her last statement. He could not really focus on her words. “Soda will be fine. I just need not to be touched for a moment,” he explained. Already, he was working on what his trainers taught him, to focus on one emotion and let it go before going to another until all that were not his were gone. It would take some time but already, it helped him focus a little more. Enough to look at Frank with a smile. “Thanks. think I’ll avoid the middle of the crowd from now one. But you can go back if you want. I know you wanted to dance.”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank didn't really think much more on the rumors, instead sort of flailing around and enjoying herself. There was the dancing and the rhythm just took her, especially with it being her jam and all. In Frank's (and some other people's) opinion though, the song should definitely be all people's jam, because it was just that jamworthy. And lo, there was much flailing.

Then moving for punch, and Franck insisting. "Awwww," Frank said, putting on her best pout, "but we need to get all crunk and drunk to sloppily make out! Well, not us," Frank pointed at the two of them, waving her hand back and forth, "'cuz we're not like that, as we've said several times SO STOP SHIPPING US!" Frank yelled this last in the general direction of a wall, it might have been the fourth. "Seriously, Franck," she put an arm on his shoulder, "this is prom. It is the goal of all us awesome people to get drunk and make all kinds of mistakes on prom and discover ourselves and unleash before we all go off to college."

Frank paused, looked around. "Or move down the hall, which is still super far."

And clearly this eclipsed even Frank's urge to dance. though that will likely be addressed in a moment. Once all the speechifying is finished.

[François Laffont]

After only one bad experiment with alcohol, Franck came to the conclusion he was not all that jolly when drunk. Therefore, all of his fun should happen while sober. Franck seemed to have a different opinion on the matter though, as if the only real fun he could have around here was with a few drinks in him first. Franck was not interested in making out with anyone here though. He might not have invited Jasper but it was not so he could freely kiss whoever he wanted.

At least, she agreed the making out part would not happen between them. “I thought you couldn’t really get drunk anyway,” he pointed out. But she was already telling the wall to stop shipping them, a comment that certainly had people around question her sanity if they had not already. Franck only smiled to this. There were still just too many people around but he didn’t want to leave the prom just yet, even if he knew he could get back once he’ll feel better. He knew he would have to learn to control this at some point so why not do it now?

He took a deep breath as Frank held him. It was possible to get an excess of happiness and she was not helping right now. “I think I did that last year. I just want to have fun this time around,” he replied to her. Last year’s prom was enough of a mistake for him not to want to reiterate it. She was right however that they should just enjoy themselves before college hit them and they had to be all serious again. He meant to do that. “I’m not like you Frank, I cannot contain that much excitement inside of me. Let me just get some out and I’ll be able to dance again. But not in the middle of the crowd,” he told her. He was ready to resume the dancing, with or without Frank if she chose to find herself another partner. He was even for her to pick someone else. Some hot guy she could flirt with while moving around him. She didn’t have to stick around him the whole time. He would be fine.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Well, not technically," Frank admitted, bobbing her head slightly. "Like, it would take a lot of booze and it wouldn't last all that long if it really hit and maybe the punch would do it? But you clearly need to get drunk for me!" This idea struck Frank as being brilliant and she was already taking advantage of her arm around Franck to start shepherding him toward the punch bowl, since clearly he needed to follow through with every idea that popped into Frank's head.

"And this will totes be tons of fun!" Frank insisted, though even she couldn't really say what the logic behind that was. "You just get a little buzzed and then you won't get quite so emotion drunk and you can relax and have a good time and OMIGOD!" Frank nearly shouted this, pausing to slap him on the shoulder. 'OMIGODOMIGODOMIGOD!" And now there was some hopping. "WHERE'S YOUR SEXY VAMPIRE BOY?" Frank popped up on her toes, her mission toward the punch seemingly forgotten as she started to look. "HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE ALL SWEEPING IN AND GLITTERY AND BEING ALL I WANT YOU TO HAVE FUN AT PROM SO WE CAN SCREW EACH OTHER IN A FIELD OF GLITTERY FLOWERS!"

Well, no one could deny that Frank had a vivid imagination... right?

[François Laffont]

The idea of getting drunk was not nearly as pleasant to him as it seemed to be for Frank. “Last time I yelled at Erika and kissed Felix. You can assure me nothing of the like will happen?” He doubted that. It would required for her to watch him so that nothing stupid and embarrassing happened and she seemed the kind of person who wanted others drunk just so something stupid and embarrassing might happen. She’ll call that awesome but kissing a friend who was one hundred percent straight was not something he wanted to reiterate.

He noticed how she was getting him near the punch bowl but he would stick to soda and whatever that might come out of a bottle. It had less risks of being filled with something it previously did not have in it. Like alcohol. Frank herself admitted spiking the punch. “you’re not drunk and have tons of fun. But if I agree to one small glass, will you drop the matter?” He insisted on small. He had no idea what his tolerance to alcohol was but he guessed not very high. And jasper would hate if he got drunk and kissed all the guys around here. Franck would then find out their relation was not as open as it seemed.

Franck was following her babbling politely but startled when she suddenly started to shout. What deserved an oh my god? Did they hire an actual band to sing? Some sexy super famous right now singer? Was someone already drunk and doing that tons of fun she was talking about? No, she was just yelling at him about not having his vampire boyfriend around. Franck blinked, unable to believe this was what caused all this fuss. “He’s not here,” he admitted. Franck had debated a long time whether he should invite Jasper or not. Maybe he should have talked of this with him but he didn’t get the time. She had to shout all of this and it was rather embarrassing. Franck looked around with a looked that seemed to apologize to anyone who had to hear this. “I didn’t think it was a good idea to invite him. We’re not... it’s sort of complicated...” How to explain this to Frank? It was like teaching quantum physics to a child. “I wasn’t sure if we were serious enough to come with him.” Yeah, he was not seeing Frank getting that. He mentally sighed.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

There was some silence while Frank looked at Franck. She tried to remember if she'd actually experienced that whole thing. She didn't really remember there being any yelling or kissing... at least not by Franck. So she'd missed that. It definitely explained all the Franck x Felix shippers. which Frank supposed did make a bit more sense than Elsa x Felix (Frank could only assume that Elsa was really good at sex, or didn't mind dressing up as her sister).

"Punch!" was what eventually came of the thinking, along with some ushering them closer. "And I'm only just not drunk 'cuz I can't. One glass!" Frank conveniently forgot the whole small part and was already gathering up the materials, filling the glass and probably would've handed it off but there was the babbling shouting going on (which meant drink went flying).

"HE'S NOT----" Frank actually stopped as Franck continued. Not inviting and--- "Oooooh, you're---" Frank gestured a few times, nodding all the while, "I get it. You're friends with the best kind of benefits..." Frank's eyes narrowed and her head tilted. "Or is it an open relationship or something? 'cuz you totes need to get that man to commit if that's where you're at. Unless you want that, in which case," she held her hand up, "up top my man!"

[François Laffont]

Franck knew not everyone might have noticed the fool he had made of himself. They probably didn't even know and he was the only one remembering and ashamed of it. Erika forgave him and Felix never feared he would kiss him again so it was not like it had any consequences. But Franck knew what happened and knew it did mostly because the alcohol made him act like this. He didn’t want that to happen again.

Frank agreed to a glass. Franck tried to stop her when he realised how much she filled it. Not that it mattered though for the beverage went flying out of the cup. It likely ended on some girl’s dress who would consider her whole prom ruined because of this while her boyfriend shook his head because she was taking the whole thing way too seriously. Franck did not pay enough attention to really know if it was the case, he just assumed so. He did believe he heard someone scream which he assumed was the result of being wet all of a sudden but it could have just been Frank’s shout.

Friends with benefits? No, not really. It was more than that. Franck loved Jasper and he was pretty sure Jasper loved him too. More than he would a friend, if he had friends other than Franck. He was looked down trying to think of a way to explain it to Frank when she came with the conclusion on her own. He looked at her, actually surprised she got it. “Yes, something like that.” He didn't feel like high fiving her though. Anyway, he would not discuss the details of his relationship. It might be too much for Frank to understand. “I was not sure he’d want to come. Besides, I’ve got a lot of girl friends I promised to dance with tonight. So how about we find you someone nice? You can’t stick around me all night.”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

The drink might have gone somewhere, or it might have just landed harmlessly. It really didn't matter since there were other events that were most definitely going to be the focus, mostly involving Franck's love life (one of Frank's most pressing concerns, of course). The bubbly blonde was now doing that eerie focus thing where she nearly hung on every word that slipped from Franck's mouth, her gaze as riveted as a five year old's during the climax of a Pixar movie.

"They really did seem the partying sort...' Frank mused aloud, looking around, half expecting to see one out there grinding (likely on the other one), "but you do have a lot of girlfriends..." Frank nodded a few times before looking to Franck.

"Oh, I do have to, like, find Ellen!" Frank said, clapping her hands. "She's totes gonna wanna get in on this crown action! I tried looking for Eri but I didn't see her. She must be off somewheres else," Frank flicked her hand and then turned to look around some more, considering. "Do ya see Ellen somewheres then? I can go hit her up and you can go not flirt with your girlfriends, you fabulous man you," Frank gave him a giggle and a wink before turning to look around once more.

[François Laffont]

Maybe it was the fact Frank had no love life of her own that made her so interested in her friends’. Franck was glad she was the one who came up with the open relationship idea. He should have known that unlike everyone else she wouldn’t find it odd for him to have such a relationship. Everyone else he knew, or thought knew him, seemed to find that out of character for him. It was, really. Frank however didn’t see it that way. Maybe, in the end, hiding this from her was something he shouldn’t have bothered at all.

It was true the boys loved to have fun. Being pointed that out made him feel guilty for not inviting him, or just ask what he thought about it, but it was a bit late for that now. “And they all said yes to a dance so I’ll be busy,” he added. He was fine with that. Had they said no, he likely would have tried to cheer some of the lonely girls and dance with them before leaving early. That plan was still likely to happen. Franck didn’t think prom was a major turning point in his life, despite being crowned the king of the event. Plus, should people ask, his power made a very good excuse to explain why he might leave early.

“I’ve seen her with Drew at the beginning but I haven’t seen them since,” he said at the mention of Erika. Franck had been one of the first arrived so he saw a lot of the people coming in. Since that however, he missed her. Not that it really minded because Frank was already asking for Ellen’s whereabouts. He laughed at her words as he looked for the girl. A grumpy blonde girl should be easy to spot, no? “I think she’s over there but I’m not sure,” he told Frank, pointing at a blonde he spotted that didn’t seem to have as much fun as the others. Yeah, that could be Ellen alright. Or just a random blonde girl. He smiled at his friend. “Go have fun. I might steal you for another dance later.” And with that he even managed to avoid drinking the punch.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Totally. You'll be hopping all night long. Oh, we both will!" Frank's eyes widened and she gestured between the two of them. "'cuz we're royal Franks tonight!" Frank let out another whoop and a shimmy, finishing by all but vibrating as Franck continued to explain. eri was somewhere around here, but Frank could see her sneaking off and snogging with Drew or something. Seemed to be what they did all the time and junk.

"Where?" Frank said the moment Franck mentioned Ellen being somewhere. Frank spun a few times in circles, moving as fast as someone could wearing heels. "Where, where, that way!" Frank found the finger Franck pointed and followed it. there was some nodding and then Frank took off. "Ellllleeeeeen!" left her noise at top volume as she shot toward either an unsuspecting blonde or a suspecting but not liking other blonde. Either way: there would be fun times ahead for at least one royal frank.

[François Laffont]

He smiled at Frank. The girl was so cute, really. As much as he could understand how her candor could be too much to some people, he was drawn by it. He loved how she was. People seriously underestimated her if they thought she was only some sort of crazy, loud, random girl. She was probably the most loveable and accepting person around here. More than he was. “Yes we are. Better enjoy it, it will last only one night,” he agreed with her, a smile still on his face. Well more as he knew pictures had been taken to commemorate this. They had to have a picture of the king and queen of prom in the yearbook.

Frank was all over the place. As amusing as it was, it also made Franck very fidgety and ready to hop all night long, as she said. Luckily, it would wear off once she’ll be away from him. He watched as Frank was trying to get her friend to notice her, calling out her name in the crowd. It was incredible how her voice could be heard despite the music. If this was Ellen, he bet she’ll be trying to make a run for it before the girl reached her. Either way, Franck chose to remain where he was, grabbing a glass not of punch but of soda. He kept an eye on his friend. He wanted to make sure she found who she’d be looking for or another, and with some luck lovelier, source of distraction to play with before going to find someone else. Perhaps Elsa. She seemed to be suffering earlier on the stage although that might have just been an effect of Frank being on it too. Surely she remembered how she promised him a dance.