(Being Rewritten) Housemates || [FNaF SL Fanfic]

Sugar and Wax

Lorraine found herself standing in the kitchen fiddling with the ties of her apron.  It was just after three in the afternoon, meaning that Francis and Frederick would be home soon.  The blue haired woman was in the midst of waiting for a batch of blondie brownies to finish baking while Claudia took to her study to finish the paperwork she had picked up earlier that day.  It was still raining, the same pace as a few hours earlier.  Lorraine felt a whip of chilled air hit her back from the kitchen window.  It sent a shiver down her arms through her sweater.

The woman's train of thought was broken, however, by the front door opening and the sound of her younger housemates entering. 

"Why did-id it have to ra-in-rain today? I was-s going to tr-try out for the vol-volley-b-all team." Frederick huffed pulling off his coat.

"At least you're tall enough, I'm probably way too short to try out." Francis gave out a half hearted laugh, ruffling his matted hair.

The two entered the living area after kicking off their soaked running shoes and shedding their drenched coats.  Francis' hair looked as if he had a bucket of water dunked on his head, seeing as his windbreaker didn't have a hood to cover his head.  Frederick's hair was still on the fluffy side, but his fringe did stick to his face.

"Ah-ah-ah, stop right there boys, I'm going to need you both to take a shower and give me whatever got wet in the rain.  And your umbrella's too, if you please." Lorraine held out her hands for both of Francis' and Frederick's over garments.

"Oh! I c-all di-dibs on going fir-first!" The taller teen jumped up, bounding back towards the door.  He grabbed his coat, umbrella, and picked his jacket up from where he left it; resting on the shoe rack.

Frederick made it back to Lorraine, handing over his layers as well as his umbrella, before skipping up the stairs to presumably get ready to shower in his and Francis' shared bathroom upstairs.

"Guess I'll go after him then." Francis shed his wind breaker in a calmer manner, also going back to gather his other things.

"Uh, where do you want us to put our clothes, since I'm assuming you're going to wash them." He continued once he had returned with his overgarments and umbrella.

"Just them on the side of the hamper in the bathroom, I'll come up and grab them when your both done." Lorraine smiled, turning to head into the laundrette right off of the kitchen, "And could you tell Frederick that as well?"

Francis gave a thumbs up as he made his way towards the stairs, "Will do."

Lorraine nodded over her shoulder before she disappeared into the laundry room, awaiting the boys clothes as well as the blondie brownies now.

Frederick soon came down from his room looking refreshed.  He was met with Lorraine starting up a new batch of pastries. What kind? He didn't know, nor did he care.

"He-He-y Lorraine! What'cha ma-kin' this time?" He had practically appeared at her side, making her jump.

"Good Scott Frederick! Don't do that again, please." The older woman nearly dropped her spatula.

"So-rry.  But what-at are you ma-making?" Frederick took a step back before attempting to lean over Lorraine's shoulder.

"I'm trying to make a pumpkin custard for a pie that's a sample for what's going to happen on Halloween next month. Why do you ask?" Lorraine adjusted the heat under the pot she had on the stove, continuing to stir the mixture with her spatula.

"I was wo-ndering-ing if you could te-ach me to ba-ke stuff like you." Frederick's usual bubbly manner was suddenly dialed down by a substantial amount.  His stutter also seemed to lessen.