This Is Probably Highly Illegal

Chapter 4

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Pipers P.O.V.

My eyes shot wide open and I frantically started to scan the room for anything out of place.  A few seconds later, realization flooded my brain and I relaxed in Frank’s warm bed.  I figured I must have dreamed the loud yell that had woken me up.

Just as I was closing my eyes again, a loud string of cuss words filled my ears and I recognized Frank’s voice.  I shivered out of bed and followed the sound of running water and cussing.

I found Frank in the bathroom, hunched over the sink.  Little puddles of water were all over the place, and Frank’s toothbrush was on the ground, still covered in foamy toothpaste.

“Frank, what the hell…”  I said, rubbing sleep out of my eyes.  Frank turned around and narrowed his eyes at me.

“What the fuck did you put in my toothpaste?”  Frank half-yelled.

“I didn’t do anything!  What are you talking about?”  I asked, confused.  Frank thrust the toothpaste bottle at me and started washing his mouth out again.

“You did something to it.”  Frank said in between gurgles.  I examined the tube, trying to see what he was talking about.  When I saw what was going on, I burst out laughing.

“Frankie… this is mine.  Its face wash.  That’s your toothpaste.”  I said, pointing to the tube of Colgate on the countertop.

“I hope you know how bad that tastes.  I thought I knew you.”  Frank said, glaring at me.  He bent over to pick up his toothbrush and threw it in the rubbish bin.

“And now you’ve gone and ruined my toothbrush, too.”  He said, shaking his head. 

He pushed past me, still shaking his head, and left the bathroom.  What just happened?

**************TIME LAPSE**************

Pipers P.O.V.

I decided to make breakfast while Frank showered, so he would forgive me for ruining his toothbrush.  And today was his work day, so I doubted he would have any time to make a good breakfast anyway.

When Frank finally came down stairs, he wasn’t wearing a shirt.  His hair was sopping wet and he was dripping water all over the place.  The exposed bruise on his stomach was looking a tad bit better than yesterday - although he still looked pretty bad - and his black eye looked the exact same.

I tried not to stare at him, but I was failing pretty bad, so I just focused on the breakfast I was cooking.

When he was close enough to me, he shook out his hair like a dog and water flew everywhere.

“Hey!  Watch it!  You’re going to get breakfast all soggy.”  I said.  Frank stopped when I mentioned breakfast.

“You made me breakfast?”  Frank said, walking over to see what I was cooking.  He looked happy enough, so I figured I was forgiven for the whole toothpaste thing.

He was leaning over my shoulder, watching me finish up the last of our waffles.  He was so close, and he wasn’t wearing any clothes, I started to flush beat red.  I hoped Frank hadn’t noticed.

“Whip cream.”  Frank stated as he started for the fridge.

I stacked up all the waffles on a plate and set them down next to Frank’s kitchen couch.