Francesca "Frankie" Sullivan. Cousin to Clay Moss, side fling sometimes to Skip Hoffman and known arch enemy of Hunter Sylvester. Frankie and Hunter have been at each other's necks since the second grade. Constantly trying to publicly embarrass or o...
Frankie woke up to find herself naked and alone in Hunter's bed with a sheet draped over her body.
Picking her head up to see a pair of Hunter's sweats and another band tee in front of her folded in a neat pile on the bed. Feeling like this was becoming a usual routine. This time there happened to be a note on top of the clothing though. She smiled softly as she opened it and began to read.
'Meet me upstairs when you finish your rest sleeping beauty'
"What a dork." Frankie said to herself as she bit back a smile.
Running to the bathroom to change into his grey sweats and Judas Priest shirt. Realizing it was the same one she first ever borrowed from him. She couldn't stop herself from beaming once she slid it over her head and pulled her arms through.
Then looking into the bathroom mirror to see how fucked up her hair now was from the night before. Working on taking out the millions of bobby pins that were still twisted into her scalp tp rake her fingers through her hair.
Removing whatever makeup was left on her face and brushing her teeth before heading up the stairs to find Hunter.
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The smell of bacon and semi burnt pancakes swarmed Frankie's nose as she made her way to the kitchen. Feeling her belly grumble from the scent. She found Hunter cursing to himself as he touched a hot dish with his hand.
"Cocks." He mumbled under his breath.
"Everything okay in here chef Sylvester?" Frankie's voice almost made him drop the bowl of pancake mixture.
"You know me, a regular Gordon Ramsey." He tried to play it off. Clearly not the best cook.
"Uh huh, maybe the same temper." She laughed as she walked over to the griddle. Turning the heat down on it and taking the bowl out of Hunter's hands.
Pouring fresh batter and finding the spatula to take over making the flapjacks. Hunter smirked as he watched. Finding fresh fruit to cut up as she now cooked. Noticing how her food was already turning out much better than his attempts.
"You sleep okay?" Hunter asked as he cut into another strawberry.
"Not bad. You're not the worst snuggle buddy." Frankie thought she saw Hunter blush from where she stood cooking.
They set the dinning table for two after the food was all done. Placing bacon, pancakes, syrup, fruit and orange juice on it. Sitting across from each other as they sat down and enjoyed a nice quiet breakfast.
