M is for Magic of the Friendship Sort

[Ellen Banks]

For the first time in this regrettable conversation (As in Ellen severely regretted ever starting it) Frank seemed to be capable of forming at least some kind of point, it was true that Ellen did want all things that frank described, but in her mind she didn’t feel like she wanted them, more the school somehow owed her these things. She deserved to be prom queen, she deserved to be queen bee, she deserved to have the respect and admiration of the entire school in her mind Ellen Banks WAS Bellefonte. As arguably a point as it may be Ellen genuinely believed that the school would crumble to the ground if she ever left, in her eyes, that wasn’t an exaggeration in the least on the contrary it was a perfectly sound point. One only had to look at her tireless work behind the scenes of things like the student council, the cheerleaders, the year book, the dance team and seemingly everything in between. The whole school would practically crumble the moment Ellen was out the door. Like her father was fond of telling her “Were the banks. The world needs people like us” and Bellefonte certainly needed her. Not the other way around. So was it really too much to ask that she was showed some respect in light of this? Ellen continued to brighten up the lowly little peasants lives (As she viewed them) and in return, all she asked is just their continuing awe and admiration. That seemed like a fair deal to her. These were the only emotions that Ellen cared about her peers showing (Or so she kept telling herself) So she guessed in a around about way. Frank had actually stumbled apon a good point. Even a ticking clock was right two times a day



“So…are you always…Like…well..This?” Ellen asked with some mounting degree of bemusement. Honestly, Ellen couldn’t get a pulse on Frank it was hard to believe that she was in the mists of someone that almost seemed to step out of a real life cartoon, almost like a four year old caught in a teenagers body. What was her deal? Was all this act? Was she dropped on her head as a child? Did she have some mental health issues?



Ellen was somewhat surprised at Frank’s view of Ellen’s childhood. Awful? Well, it was certainly stricter then most and it was true that neither Ellen mother nor father could be considered particularly loving people who wasted their times cuddling Ellen and kissing her bo-bo’s. But Ellen understood that they had high expectations for her and she was taught self reliance at a early age, and she would thank her dad every single day if she could because that taught her the world was not a shiny happy place filled with magic and fairy tales, it was hard and cold more then willing to kick you when you’re down unless you kick first. At the end of the day you can only trust yourself and those were things that were instilled in her during her youth and she was thankful they were. She can see the results of the alternative right before her eyes. God only knew what her father would do if she ever dared to act like Frank. Such childish activities were beaten out of her a long time “Well, I’m afraid I don’t see your point. My childhood was wonderful thank you very much.



She did have to admit, Frank had quite a talent for arts and crafts, not that Ellen put any stock in such useless little tricks, but even she saw that it was a lovely bracelet. Ellen’s own was nice enough, but it didn’t match up to the love and attention Frank put into hers, Ellen shuddered somewhat as she unexpectedly made a grab for her, for one horrible moment Ellen thought she was trying to kiss her, thank god that wasn’t the case. There wasn’t enough toothpaste in the world in get rid of that sensation. As she tried to stretch out her eyes, Ellen leaned back slowly out of arms reach but still close enough so Frank was forced to look at her.Really it was an act of desperation, if she had given the matter any thought she would have reached for one of her many instruments hidden in her room shiny jewelry or her grandfathers pocket watch that sort of thing, but in the end she went for the eyes, “Thank you Frank” Ellen said lapping into her a enchanting and soothing tone of voice designed to lull Ellen into hypnosis as her eyes locked on to hers “My eyes are quite pretty aren’t they? Isn’t it funny how hard you try you can’t look away from them? But you don’t want to do you? You find then just fascinating and looking at them makes you feel nice and dozy like you’re snuggling into a nice warm blanket, the deeper you look the better you feel. The better you feel the harder it is to think. But you don’t mind that, all you need are my pretty eyes and my soft voice washing over you.” It was at this point that Ellen backed away fully now hopefully the danger of her fingers in her eyes was negated, Ellen swayed her head just a little side to side serpentine like just making sure Frank was following them nicely before continuing “Now, when you hear me snap my fingers you’ll suddenly remember that you need to go do something VERY important it doesn’t matter what exactly it is all that matters that it’s very important that you leave my room and go do that very important thing, however once you leave the room and realize that you don’t have any pressing issues to take care of, you’ll suddenly feel very sleepy and you’ll be overwhelmed with the urge to go to your dormroom and sleep” Ellen would of course have liked to make it so that Frank would never feel inclined to bother her again, but clearly that would require a lot more then a mild trance to get her to do that. Unfortunately based on the evidence on display Frank was quite taken with Ellen. Oh joy. Benny always wanted a dog, so Ellen wondered how her little brother would feel if she knew now that Ellen had attracted the interest of hyperactive puppy in the form of Frank, she’ll deal with the long term problem later for now Ellen was concentrating on dealing with Frank’s removal as she rearranged her features in a innocent expression, as Frank won’t consciously remember Ellen;s suggestions, Ellen found that what the person remembered varied from person to person., before sighing and snapping her fingers in front of her face. “…but yeah, like I was saying What do you think of my bracelet” Ellen asked her attention now focused solely on working on the fabrics as if they were in the middle of a perfectly normal conversation

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Pretty much. I'm just awesome like that," agreed Frank, nodding vigorously. She pretty much only had one mode: full throttle and friendly. Which was why she was just willing to shrug off Ellen's insisting that her childhood was perfectly fine. "Well, it couldn't have been too bad. You're you, after all," she replied. which from someone else might have been meant as an insult. Frank meant it as a compliment of the highest order. After all, Ellen was her newest BBFF.

There had been the whole showing Ellen the bracelet, and then Frank seemed to sort of forget what happened. She, like, heard Ellen's voice, but it was kind of far away and distant sounding. And warm. Like taking a bath in melted butter and honey. So sweet, so good. Something about how pretty her eyes were. Of course Ellen's eyes were pretty: Frank's head almost immediately began bobbing in confirmation of this very obvious fact. You simply could not deny how very pretty Ellen's eyes were, or how warm her voice was, or how totally nice and awesome she was being to Frank right now. Frank felt like she was bobbing, following a finger or something...

...then she couldn't remember anything. There was Ellen, asking about her bracelet. "Oh, it's awesome, but whoa, I just remembered that I've got this super important thing to do! I usually put that stuff in my phone, but I've been all," she circled her head with both hands, rolling her eyes as she went, "because of all the stuff that's been going down and all that good stuff. Soooooo, we'll totally have to do a raincheck thing. Where's your phone? I'll give you my number. OH, wait, pen and stuff. Here we go," she popped up, rummaging around in Ellen's desk. "Can't leave before I get you my number after all. Then we couldn't do super-awesome best friend things together, and that would be just awful, wouldn't it? I'd cry and stuff, and that would suck and here's a pen!" Frank had it out. then gestured for Ellen. "now gimme your hand so I can write it. Hurry! I gotta get going and do this super important thing," though she couldn't quite remember what the super important thing was. She just had so many that it only made sense that she'd forget one or two. Still had to be done. Totally. And, like, right now.

[Ellen Banks]

Oh sweet release, Ellen had never appreciated what beautiful thing silence was until miracle of miracles Frank actually stopped vocalizing seemingly every thought that ping ponged in her tiny little primate brain Ellen had to admit there was something about the tranced out expression to made a person much more appealing to her, the way their eyes gazed over and their mouth hung open in pure relaxation. It was a look that Frank pulled off quite well. Ellen would almost consider her expression adorable. Almost.

She almost didn’t want to snap her out of her trance, she could have easily just left her there in the mists of her trance and simply walk out of the room safe in the knowledge that Frank won’t follow. But on the other hand the thought of leaving her alone in her room was horrifying, no doubt she was paw through her personal belonging with those sticky disgusting fingers. No that simply wouldn’t do.

“Oh so soon? Oh what a shame” Ellen said a tone of sadness in her voice as the corners of her mouth tugged downwards “I think we’ve all been feeling a little….Like that from time to time.”Ellen said not being able to put words to Frank's strange moment.But Oh what was this? She still wasn’t leaving?! Oh god, she just wanted to make Ellen suffer every last second didn’t she. Someone up stairs clearly didn’t like her for unleashing the plague of Frank Cox on her. At this point Ellen was desperate, she would do practically anything to escape her company, whatever price she had to pay it was worth it.Every penny. So Ellen was all too happy to hold out her arm for Frank to write a number she had no intention of calling and sensing what her next question would be she rattled off her own number via memory. At this point Ellen would give her a million dollars if it meant escaping. “There. Happy? Got everything you needed? Is there anything else you need to make sure of?” Her anger and impatient was more or less forcing it’s way into her voice

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"I knoooooowww," said Frank, stomping her foot and dancing around. "I wanted to stick around too! I totally thought that I cleared my schedule and everything! But I totally just remembered this super important thing I had to do, and you know how it is. You're always doing important things, I'm sure,' said Frank, waving at Ellen. The wave turned into a grab as Ellen produced her arm. Frank began writing on the offered limb with an energy and skill usually reserved for giggly middle school girls, adding a little heart at the end; a heart with a smiley face in the middle.

"Uuuhhh, no I think that's everything. Except this!" and Frank launched into a surprise hug attack that had her arms around Ellen's neck, giving her a quick squeeze and whispering into her ear: "you're special, Ellen," before giggling and pulling back, "not that you need me to tell you that, right? You're Ellen-fucking-Banks," she giggled again, adding a wink and a wave before whirling about to scoop up what was left of her things. Within the next few moments, Frank was out the door.

She barely stepped out when she was hit with the strangest urge to head to her room and take a nap. Frank really couldn't think of anything pressing, which was weird, because she'd totally just been saying that she had something super important to do just a few moments ago. Weird. oh well, she should probably go and take that nap or something now. Frank began merrily skipping away from Ellen's room, humming cheery songs under her breath all the while.