Frankie sighed and lay down, head on her hands.
Frankie, thinking: Well...i guess i could do worse than Mac for a first kiss. For any kiss, really. And it's not like i'm some doe-eyed idealist who'll only kiss someone i'm madly in love with. I may hang around figments of imagination all day, but i still have some concept of reality. But, he's eight! I mean, technically, he's eight. In every other way, it seems like he's 18. Doesn't that kinda make him 18 more than eight?
She turned over.
Frankie: I'm still kinda shocked he'd even ask for that. I didn't think he thought of me that way. If he even does. Maybe he just has a couple year's worth of sexual urges all at once, and i'm the closest female, so he figured he'd see what kissing was all about. All that teasing downstairs couldn't have helped with that. Mmmm...
She turned over on her other side.
Frankie: Like grandma said, it's just a kiss. Heh. Can't believe i'm actually using her advice. Must be losing my mind. *sigh* Alright. I've decided! I'm gonna go for it! And it's gonna be fine. No, it'll be good! Real good! Ok, here i go! Pucker up, Mac, here i come!
She got up and went into the hallway.
Frankie: Bloo! Have you seen Mac?
Bloo: Oh, gee, i don't know! I may have, but i think you gave me brain-damage when you threw me down the stairs!!
Frankie: Well, you did spy on me and him.
Bloo: Oh, you're right! I deserve all my bones broken for HAPPENING to be by your door when you mentioned your lip-al chastity. Yeah, it's alllll my fault! You sicken me! *spits on the floor at her feet, but it only drips down his 'chin'* EWWW!! Bloo-spit!
Frankie: Did you just try to spit at me?
Bloo: Yer darn tootin' i did!! That's what you do when someone sickens you. Everyone knows that! First you say 'you sicken me!', then you spit at them, then you sneer at them throughout the meal.
Frankie: 'Dern tootin'?
Bloo: Madame Foster told me to say that instead of 'damn right'. Isn't it cool!? Now i can say things that show i strongly agree with something in front of mr. Herriman without him washing my mouth with soap! I still prefer my way, though.
Frankie: And what was that again?
Bloo: Damn right.
Herriman: BLOOREGARD Q KAZOO!!! How many times must i tell you that such language is not permitted in this house! Come with me.
Bloo: But-but-but i....
Herriman: Come. With. Me, master Blooregard.
Bloo: Awwww!!! This sucks...
Frankie: Oh, hey, mr. H. You seen Mac around?
Herriman: He mentioned going down to the pier. What for, i haven't the foggiest.
Frankie: The pier? Oh my gosh! I gotta run!! |