Your Dad's A What???!!!, chapter 5

I got out of the pool still screaming insults at Frankie and Tré, shaking my legs in an attempt to get them dry. I kicked my converses at Frankie and peeled my top of and threw it at Tré, realising that a padded bra was a good choice this morning.
"It better not smell like chlorine you arse hole!"
"That's not very nice" Frankito pouted
"Well, nor is pushing your best friend into a pool fully clothed!!!"
"Would you feel better if you were naked then?"
"No!!! You sick twisted morons!" I sighed, agitated, and stormed off into my room to change. I found a skirt and after some more digging a cute black and pink top and some black trainers. Boy, am I glad I brought those. When I went back downstairs I found Frankie and Tré putting my top and converses in the washing machine. He looked up as I walked in and said with slight agitation.
"Happy now? It's in the wash."
"Ecstatic" I grinned at him.
"So, what do you guys what to eat?"
"Food? I hear food, I want food. Mmmm food" I said returning to my hyper self
"I take it your Hungary then?" Tré chuckled
"No I'm not a country I want food"
"Old" Frankito pointed out
"Eh, better than being a baby"
"That's so bad I think I'm gonna die"
"NOOOO!!!! Don't die I need you!" I said grabbing hold of his arm. I let go and burst out laughing with Frankie Tré snorted making us laugh even harder
"Ok, ok. Calm down now, what do you want to eat? He listed the contents of His cupboards, fridge and freezer.
"Can't we get a McDonalds or something?" Frankie asked
"Na, your mum made me promise I would make you something healthy"
"How 'bout a pasta bake?" I asked thoughtfully.
"Don't know how to make it" Tré said simply.
"Yes, but I do. I'll teach you if you want"
"K, so what do you need?" Tré asked.
Tré and Frankito scurried around the kitchen as I rattled of a list of what we needed and set to work making it. When I finished teaching Tré how to make it he simply asked
"That simple?"
"That simple." I answered.
We chatted as we ate our meal, the usual get to know you stuff. Our conversation was coming to a close when Tré randomly burst out
"Let's go to a theme park!"
"Ooh! Roller coasters!" I said gleefully.
"And dodgems" Frankito added.
"Any go-karts? I'm the master of go-karts" I boasted.
"We'll just see about that" Tré said raising one eyebrow.
"Yes we shall! But can we wait till my jeans are dry? Skirts and coasters don't tend to mix"
"You can brow a pair of mine" Frankie offered
"Your skinnier than me, they wouldn't fit and I'd look like a boy!"
"There designer..." he coaxed
"What kind?" I asked wearily.
"Anti-fit"
"Ok, I give there so cool!"
"Come on then, I'm getting them now"
We went upstairs with Tré sniggering at me,
"Shut it you" I hissed at him
"He he, your gonna be wearing boys jeans" Tré sniggered
"Says the man who wears drag in his music videos"
He immediately stopped sniggering, me and Frankito just grinned.
"Oh, yea" he replied slowly
"He he, plus I can pull them off." a grin spread across his face but faded as I added
"Was waxing fun?"
We went into Frankie's room and I sat on his bed as he rummaged in his draws.
"Got them!" he said as he emerged waving a pair of blue jeans. "Here go try them on"
"Ok, be back soon" I want into my allocated room and pulled them on


***Frankito's P.O.V***
I handed her the jeans and smiled to myself as she went to go try them on
"What you smiling at then?
"Huh? Oh nothing"
"Ok there always a reason for smiling so tell me"
"It's nothing"
At that point Kirsty walked into the room
"Wow" me and dad said in unison
"Those look really good on you" I said
"You think?"
"Yea! Hang on, come with me" I took her hand and lead her into my dad's room and placed her in front of the full length mirror.
"Wow" she said
"You can keep them I don't wear them that often anyway"
"You sure?"
"Yea, they look better on you anyway"
"YAY!!! Thank you!" she flung her arms around my neck and hugged me tight. She was so beautiful, all could do was hug her back and mumble
"Your welcome"
"Aww such a cute couple" my dad injected, trust him to ruin the moment. Kirsty stuck her tongue out and gave me a last squeeze before letting go.
"So, we ready kids?"
"Yup" Kirsty said.
"Ok then let's get going!" we piled into the car and drove off, the radio pumping at full volume.
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