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Frankie didn't exactly trust him, but she trusted Auto's judgment, her own and Tonya's.
He was more of a huge baby anyway. He legitimately ate cookies, watched SpongeBob and took a nap.
Of course, she didn't completely trust him. She and Tonya were armed.
But she didn't think he'd do much harm to them. Others...?
Yeah, his nickname was Grim, so...
There it is.
"Frankie, I have to go. Auto is probably wondering where I am."
She smiled at him. "It's fine. Cookies aren't good for the babies or Tonya so you can take them. Just make sure some of them get to Auto."
He nodded but eyed the cookies carefully. He didn't think she'd know—
"I'd know."
He squealed at the sudden weird psychic intrusion.
Clearing his throat, he cursed his warm cheeks, glaring at her. "Just...just...Bye."
"Hey, before you leave, do you think you can give Auto my number?"
Grim nodded. She took a pad out of her pocket, and then pulled out a pen.
"Tell him to call me when he can. Thank you Grim."
He smiled at her, his mouth feeling awkward at the unfamiliar shape.
"No problem. Thank you for having me."
"You're welcome here, so long as you knock. Drive safely."
By the time Grim left it was dark. He came there with a plan but...
Well, she didn't stick to the plan.
He eyed the cookies in the passenger seat as he drove to his friend's house.
Would she know?
She'd know.
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Auto turned toward the sound of his front door slamming with a glare. In walked Grim, with a weird look on his face a bag in his hands.
"Why the hell were you at her—"
Grim didn't care. "Take two cookies the rest are mine."
She said some. Not a lot. Just some.
Auto frowned in confusion, looking in the bag. What the...?
"Just take them!" Grim shrieked.
Auto cringed, taking two cookies.
"What the hell is wrong is with you?"
Grim had a content smile.
"You got some."
Auto's eyes flared as he remembered why he was so pissed.
"Yeah, it looks like you did!"
Grim sighed. "Look, man, I couldn't help it. It was just so tempting I had to have—"
Auto launched at him. Grim quickly saved the cookies, taking hit.
"How could you!"
"I'm sorry!"
"Why would you do that to me?"
"You said you were trying to watch your weight anyway, and Frankie said I had to give some to you so—"
Auto froze. "You're talking about those cookies?"
Standing straight, Grim snatched a cookie from the bag, chewing indignantly.
"Yeah, what did you think I was talking about?"
Grim choked at Auto's blank look.
"What the?!" Grim struggled to holler and chew so he swallowed crammed another cookie In his mouth all while glaring.
"Would you stop with those damned cookies!"
"Look, I went over there to bribe her into leaving. I thought she was tricking you into buying her things. But when I got there, using my key, I was viciously attacked with cooking utensils by a cute little tiger. And then I got a lecture. Watched Spongebob, took a good nap and then I got cookies."
Auto stared incredulously at his big, tall, wall looking friend gush about SpongeBob and cookies.
No way in hell he could like her that much just from some cookies.
"So you didn't f**k her."
Grim almost threw up. "Ew, you're ruining my cookie experience with your debauchery. She my Momma."
"No she's not!"
Grim shrugged. "Tell her that."
Auto was confused, frustrated and frankly a little scared. He needed to pay her a visit.
"Oh, and Frankie gave me her number and told me to tell you to call as soon you can. Or was when you can?"
Something must be in those cookies.
"Gimme the number."
Grim rummaged through his back pockets with one hand, his other holding his cookies. He gave his friend the slip of paper.
Fumbling with his phone, Auto dialed the number.
It rang twice. "Hello?"
"This is Auto, may I speak with Frankie?"
Grim's hears perked up.
"Hey Tonya!"
"Hey Grim! It's Grim."
Auto frowned. "No it's Auto."
"Wait, no it's Auto."
"One moment."
"Tonya I thought I told you not to answer my phone."
"Well, yeah. But you were in the bath and I thought you need to relax."
"Thank you. But next time just give it to me."
"Alright. Can I have cookies?"
"I gave Grim the rest of the cookies."
"Uhh... it's Auto!"
"I'm sorry, hey. I'm so glad you called. First, thank you, for everything. I really appreciate it."
"Y–You're welcome?"
"Listen, I don't know if you forgot, but I'm pregnant and I can't really move fast. So it'd be great if you gave me a list of people with a key to the house. Just so I'm prepared."
He nodded. "Yeah, it's only Grim and me."
"Grim and I."
"What?"
"No, I mean that correct grammar would dictate Grim and I.”
Auto blinked. "Are you correcting my grammar?"
"Well one can never know if he is not told. Did Grim give some of the cookies?"
At this Grim's stare turned into a sharp glare.
He nodded his head slowly, his eyes promising pain if his demands were not followed.
"Yes. He gave me some, thank you."
Grim smiled nicely.
"Am I on speaker phone?"
"Yes."
"Grim is in the room right?"
"Yes."
"Grim, two is not some. If I wanted him to have two I would've said give him a couple of cookies. I gave you twenty-four cookies. A dozen each."
Begrudgingly, he gave Auto the bag with a hateful glare.
"You can come over, and I'll make more. I need a little help, and Tonya has class tomorrow."
Auto hesitated. Grim didn't. "We'll be there! Twelve sound good?"
"Sure. Well, talk to you later."
"Later!" Grim yelled, cutting the call.
Auto looked at the cookies. Grim glared fiercely. "Eat them."
Auto hesitantly put a cookie to his mouth, and bit into it.
Okay, he understood.
Damn. Something else to keep him hankering after her.
Auto stuffed his face. "Did she really make these."
"I saw her."
"We can't be late."
"Absolutely not."
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