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Frankie was a bit worried about the face she made. "Did you bite your tongue. You know I have a GED on Gum/ tongue inspection." Frankie said as he held her cheeks. "Now open WIDE" Frankie slowly said. He knew the girl didn't know English very well. And he is horrible in French.
"Oh really? Now how would you know that" Frankie smirked,"I have you know I am a master of languages. I can also talk giant." he said." Fee Fii Foo Fum. Now ain't that a giant talk or what?" Frankie beamed.
"You're married" He said in a shocked way." But you're sixteen. And I think I love you" Frankie then did his OH SO famous. Puppy eyes.
Jose squirmed away from his hold and slapped his hands away from her. Although having her personal space invaded usually wasn't a problem for her Jose wanted this non-flan person away from her as possible. The fact that he suddenly declared his love for her made him all the more repulsive in Jose's mind causing her to throw up a little bit in her mouth. Quote:
“Ayiyiyiiiiiiii, Frankie, mijo, chiiiillll,” said Mozzie, laughing, hooking her arm around Frankie’s neck. “Josefina here. She speaks Espanola. And she’s like me when it comes to the names. Call her Jose or nooothing. And it ain’t ho say, it’s huseeeeey.” Mozzie snapped her fingers along with her vain attempt to match Jose’s accent. She failed, miserably, and resorted to her normal British dialect.
“Awww, yah know it’s meeee, Frankie. So I picked up un poco Spanish. Can’t be helped. Jose is irresistible. She’s great fun, uh huh.” Arm still hooked around Frankie, Mozzie, looped her other arm through Jose’s arm. “Now, amigos. We are gonna take care of the sit. See, you call Frankie Frankie and he’ll call you Jose. Right Frankie? You’ll see. Mi buddy here. He’s flan, yeah.”
Then she gave Frankie a gentle shove. “Told you you’re a womanizer,” she laughed, sticking her tongue out.
Jose was glad Mozzie seemed to be taking charge. It was a good thing really because Josefina was starting to think she'd have to turn the boy into an arepa. Flat, as a pancake. Yup.
"He really doesn't seem like flan to me," she muttered resisting the urge to reach out and lick the boy to prove her point.