"ROCKY!" A ten year old Frank-n-Furter chased a Rocky Horror of the same age down the stairs. "STOP THIS INSTANT!" Rocky stopped, and Frank crashed into his back. "Thank you." He brushed himself off.
"I have to get to the bus." Frank nodded.
"I'll go with you." Rocky laughed.
"And what are you, little boy?" Rocky smiled as the lady put a piece of candy in his bag.
"David Bowie." She grinned.
"I knew it. And you little girl?" The lady dropped a piece of candy in Frank's bag.
"Dolly Parton." Her eyes widened as she heard his voice.
"Did I look a lot like Dolly Parton?" Rocky nodded.
"You stuffed pretty well." Frank laughed.
"I did have a pretty nice figure in that dress..." He pulled a pose, and Rocky kept walking.
"Yes, you do." Frank got on the bus with Rocky. "Frank... You don't ride this bus..."
"I'll go home with you." Rocky blushed, and Frank laughed.
"Move it, dork." Magenta shoved Rocky out of the way. "Frank..." She growled at him, and he smiled.
"Can't be mean to me, can you Genta?" She growled again, and he stuck his tongue out at her.
"Please... Please move, lace stocking." Frank laughed, dragging Rocky to a seet.
"What was that about?" Frank shrugged.
"Our parents..." He paused. "Know each other." Rocky nodded, having all the explanation he needed.