~~~ I don't own any of the RHPS characters, but, if I did, I'd be too busy
"playing" with Frank to type this ;) And I don't own any of Aerosmith's
music, though I do have some close connections…
N/A: Uh yeah… I'm a little bored right now so I thought I'd come up with a fun little fic! Just pretend I live in Frank's castle, k? Luv ya! ~Carey
"Whee! WHIPPED CREAM!!!!" I screamed, giggling insanely, running from the kitchen with a can of the wonderful stuff. Riff Raff glanced over at me from where he was reading The Lord of the Rings and raised an eyebrow.
"At the lunch tables in middle school we used to pretend that whipped cream was semen!" I explained to him, I was laughing so hard I was barely able to stand. "We'd always talk about who's whipped cream we'd want on our sundaes!!"
Frank snuck up behind me. I was unable to hear the clicking of his heels on the floor because I was laughing so hard, and he snatched the whipped cream can away from me. He yanked the cap off of it and sprayed it all over the top of my head… too bad there wasn't a cherry on top! Riff watched, rather amused.
"I've got Frank's whipped cream on me!" I squealed, then ran across the room. I grabbed my boom box and put on the song that I thought fit Frank so perfectly: Aerosmith's "Dude (Looks like a Lady)"!
Frank and I danced so insanely… I had eaten a lot of sugar recently and I just got real high off music anyway… Who needs drugs when you got music?? Riff watched the whole thing, rather amused.
"Ooooo what a funky lady!
ooooo she like it like it like it like that
ooooo he was a lady…" I sang along with the end of the song, at the top of my lungs and laughing harder than ever. I fell to the floor as the music ended, because I was laughing too hard and too out of breath to stand any longer.
I got back up and chased after Frank, who had tried to leave the room. I grabbed him and squealed, "Where do you think you're going, Peach Taco?" I asked him, using an interesting nickname that I call all of my close friends by.
"Let's do the time warp!" I laughed, "But you have to be Long John Silver while you do it so you can't use your right leg!" So Frank and I both picked up our right feet and took that jump to the left, and waved our right knees to the right, put our hands on our hips, and pulled our knees in tight, but then when we tried to do the pelvic thrust, Riff Raff slid his Lord of the Rings book along the floor so that it hit both of our left feet, and the pair of us fell to the floor.
N/A: Uh yeah… I'm a little bored right now so I thought I'd come up with a fun little fic! Just pretend I live in Frank's castle, k? Luv ya! ~Carey
"Whee! WHIPPED CREAM!!!!" I screamed, giggling insanely, running from the kitchen with a can of the wonderful stuff. Riff Raff glanced over at me from where he was reading The Lord of the Rings and raised an eyebrow.
"At the lunch tables in middle school we used to pretend that whipped cream was semen!" I explained to him, I was laughing so hard I was barely able to stand. "We'd always talk about who's whipped cream we'd want on our sundaes!!"
Frank snuck up behind me. I was unable to hear the clicking of his heels on the floor because I was laughing so hard, and he snatched the whipped cream can away from me. He yanked the cap off of it and sprayed it all over the top of my head… too bad there wasn't a cherry on top! Riff watched, rather amused.
"I've got Frank's whipped cream on me!" I squealed, then ran across the room. I grabbed my boom box and put on the song that I thought fit Frank so perfectly: Aerosmith's "Dude (Looks like a Lady)"!
Frank and I danced so insanely… I had eaten a lot of sugar recently and I just got real high off music anyway… Who needs drugs when you got music?? Riff watched the whole thing, rather amused.
"Ooooo what a funky lady!
ooooo she like it like it like it like that
ooooo he was a lady…" I sang along with the end of the song, at the top of my lungs and laughing harder than ever. I fell to the floor as the music ended, because I was laughing too hard and too out of breath to stand any longer.
I got back up and chased after Frank, who had tried to leave the room. I grabbed him and squealed, "Where do you think you're going, Peach Taco?" I asked him, using an interesting nickname that I call all of my close friends by.
"Let's do the time warp!" I laughed, "But you have to be Long John Silver while you do it so you can't use your right leg!" So Frank and I both picked up our right feet and took that jump to the left, and waved our right knees to the right, put our hands on our hips, and pulled our knees in tight, but then when we tried to do the pelvic thrust, Riff Raff slid his Lord of the Rings book along the floor so that it hit both of our left feet, and the pair of us fell to the floor.