Your Dad's A What???!!!, chapter 3
Part 2
We walked to my house and were sitting watching telly, some crappy cartoons and stuff, when my mum comes in with some shopping, we both get up and help her, we're so used to this.
"How's Gran mum?" my Gran moved here with us and got a bungalow about ten minuets walk away, all my other relatives still live in Britain.
"She's fine, bruised her knee on that pot again though."
Frankito elbows me in the ribs hinting at me
"Mum... You know you love meeee?" (Ok she's glairing, crap) "Frankie wants to know if I can go up his dads with him"
"When?"
"Next weekend, please please pleeaassssseeee can I go please. I've done all my homework and we'll be back on Monday please?
"Okay" (yes score! ) "But..." (Crap) "You're cleaning the car when you get back"
"Done" (I'll get Harry to take it down the carwash, much begging needed. )
"By hand" (crap) "and the inside" (Double crap)
"Okay done, you evil, evil woman" I say playfully and get the mum glare, but then she laughs.
"Can you two go somewhere else please, I have things to do"
"K. Come on Frankie pie let's leave her be boring" I announce.
"Frankie pie? Are you calling me fat?" Frankito jokes
"No! It's just fun to call you Frankie pie. And I love pie" We walk down the street and into the now deserted park.
"I'm BORED!" I moaned
"Oh well" he replied sarcastically "gutted"
"I know!" I got up of my swing and screamed "butterfly" and sat on his lap facing him, he immediately pushed me of to the ground.
"You know, they should really make these swings wider!"
"Well they were built for ONE person not two" he replied with his usual sarcasm.
"Yea but still" I said sitting up and crossing my legs "What about fat people?"
"Well that's tactful" sarcastic again
"Charmin'!" I grinned at him and his phone rang. I could have hit him he'd changed his ring tone to the crazy frog, God! I want to shoot that thing!
"Yello" he answered.
...
"Oh hay dad"
...
"No, she didn't need persuading" he looked at me and mouthed "luckily" shook his head and rolled his eyes, I stifled a giggle.
...
"Sorry, you can't talk to Kirsty's mum, but you can talk to her" He passed the phone to me despite my mouthing "NO, NO, NO" and shaking my head.
"Uhh. Hi" I said nervously mouthing "git" to Frankito
"Hay! You exited to finally meet Frankito's dad?" He said enthusiastically (He's kinda weird referring to himself in the third person like that).
"Umm, yea?" I said blankly
"You not exited to see me?" he blubbered
"You're my best friend's dad, I'd say more 'interested' than exited.
"Fair enough," he shrugged "could you pass me back to frankito please"
"Yea, sure. Frankie pour vue"
"Yea I'm not French" he replied taking the phone back
**Frankito's P. O. V**
"I thought you had already told her"
"I was gonna but..." I trailed off
"You should tell her soon, let her get exited before so I don't get sore ears"
"She doesn't scream" Kirsty cocked her head at me which told me she was curious.
"Okay do what you feel best"
"You got it" I replied happily and hung up.
"You might want to bring your bathers" I said to Kirsty (a quick lie that she believed, luckily).
"What have you got planned?" she asked wearily.
"Don't worry it's a surprise" I grinned at her
We walked to my house and were sitting watching telly, some crappy cartoons and stuff, when my mum comes in with some shopping, we both get up and help her, we're so used to this.
"How's Gran mum?" my Gran moved here with us and got a bungalow about ten minuets walk away, all my other relatives still live in Britain.
"She's fine, bruised her knee on that pot again though."
Frankito elbows me in the ribs hinting at me
"Mum... You know you love meeee?" (Ok she's glairing, crap) "Frankie wants to know if I can go up his dads with him"
"When?"
"Next weekend, please please pleeaassssseeee can I go please. I've done all my homework and we'll be back on Monday please?
"Okay" (yes score! ) "But..." (Crap) "You're cleaning the car when you get back"
"Done" (I'll get Harry to take it down the carwash, much begging needed. )
"By hand" (crap) "and the inside" (Double crap)
"Okay done, you evil, evil woman" I say playfully and get the mum glare, but then she laughs.
"Can you two go somewhere else please, I have things to do"
"K. Come on Frankie pie let's leave her be boring" I announce.
"Frankie pie? Are you calling me fat?" Frankito jokes
"No! It's just fun to call you Frankie pie. And I love pie" We walk down the street and into the now deserted park.
"I'm BORED!" I moaned
"Oh well" he replied sarcastically "gutted"
"I know!" I got up of my swing and screamed "butterfly" and sat on his lap facing him, he immediately pushed me of to the ground.
"You know, they should really make these swings wider!"
"Well they were built for ONE person not two" he replied with his usual sarcasm.
"Yea but still" I said sitting up and crossing my legs "What about fat people?"
"Well that's tactful" sarcastic again
"Charmin'!" I grinned at him and his phone rang. I could have hit him he'd changed his ring tone to the crazy frog, God! I want to shoot that thing!
"Yello" he answered.
...
"Oh hay dad"
...
"No, she didn't need persuading" he looked at me and mouthed "luckily" shook his head and rolled his eyes, I stifled a giggle.
...
"Sorry, you can't talk to Kirsty's mum, but you can talk to her" He passed the phone to me despite my mouthing "NO, NO, NO" and shaking my head.
"Uhh. Hi" I said nervously mouthing "git" to Frankito
"Hay! You exited to finally meet Frankito's dad?" He said enthusiastically (He's kinda weird referring to himself in the third person like that).
"Umm, yea?" I said blankly
"You not exited to see me?" he blubbered
"You're my best friend's dad, I'd say more 'interested' than exited.
"Fair enough," he shrugged "could you pass me back to frankito please"
"Yea, sure. Frankie pour vue"
"Yea I'm not French" he replied taking the phone back
**Frankito's P. O. V**
"I thought you had already told her"
"I was gonna but..." I trailed off
"You should tell her soon, let her get exited before so I don't get sore ears"
"She doesn't scream" Kirsty cocked her head at me which told me she was curious.
"Okay do what you feel best"
"You got it" I replied happily and hung up.
"You might want to bring your bathers" I said to Kirsty (a quick lie that she believed, luckily).
"What have you got planned?" she asked wearily.
"Don't worry it's a surprise" I grinned at her
