Hey there I'm back from the grave. My ex-roomate, the Quigster, wanted to finish something for once, so she asked me to oversee this project and to make sure she finished it this time. It's short and sweet. We really wanted to do a collab but those aren't always easy because of differences in writing style, and we just really don't enjoy those. So we decided to write the same story from Fran and Bel's different perspectives. It was fun to relive the huge crush I have on both of these characters.
Anyway it makes more sense if you read her fic first (It's called Interests, I'll try to link it later), and I think that's terrible because she is clearly a better writer than myself, but I hope you enjoy anyway. If you do enjoy it don't read any of my other stuff because the last time I wrote anything on here was like 5 years ago and it's all terrible. Go read Quig's stuff, it's great, it's all UNFINISHED but it's great.
Derp frog is derp.
It was at first funny, but also it was annoying. Now, now it's kind of adorable.
I don't like that word. Correction, I don't like using that word to describe the frog. Why? Because he needs to stop doing that!
The thing is though, I've realized that he hasn't done anything different. He's still the same fucking derp that I met a year ago. At what point did 'annoying' become 'adorable'? I don't know. And I don't fucking care actually. Fucking derp frog.
I'm not mad? Or annoyed at anyone for that matter. Okay, maybe I find the situation a little annoying, but it's nothing I can't handle.
Because I've also realized that not only does it piss me off a little, but it has the frog fucking friggin confused. And that totally justifies it.
That dumb derp is derpier than ever. I can see it in his eyes.
He obviously doesn't know whassup, of course, but he knows something is different.
I think I noticed it the second time I tried watching that stupid thrift shop show he watches or whatever the hell it's called. I honestly tried to give that show a chance, maybe the derp wasn't as derp as I thought he was. But nope. I couldn't. And it took every ounce of my willpower to not flip out and stab everything within a five mile radius. I had to get out of there.
But I could tell, it bothered him. It was confusing to him for some reason. And I was fucking enjoying it.
I've always enjoyed messing with the frog. From day one I decided I was going to break this kid. After a while though, it got boring. Fucking frog was a brick. This was the first time he didn't understand what was going on.
He's such a derp though.
The kid has a Vespa. He fucking loves that thing. Naturally, I try vigorously to run the crap out of it every time I back out of the garage. Unfortunately the kid has like a fifth sense about the thing.
The other day he zoomed past me on the road. It was like the fucking Titanic. You know the scene. I couldn't even attempt to run him over, it was that fucking adorable.
And finally, there's this face he makes.
Whenever he zones out, it's the fucking derpiest thing ever. It's also so friggin- urghh adorable. His pupils get fucking huge, like super dilated. Then his jaw hangs slightly so his mouth makes like this unpleasant 'uh' shape. I say 'unpleasant' but- for some bizarre fucked up reason it's also really attractive in its own adorable way. It takes a lot of willpower to not pounce the kid on the spot. And you know what? I don't have a lot of willpower, so more often than not I do jump on that. And well fuck. I always regret it after cause it's fucking hot. And it's stupid cause he's such a fucking derp.
But he digs it. I can tell. And that fucking justifies it.