"W-What?"
Her whole world was suddenly flipped upside down as his deadly-serious blue eyes met her lilac ones.
She thought she knew every detail about her flirty, dirty-minded, guitar-playing best friend. She thought she knew every secret he'd ever had.
Apparently not.
"I'm gay." he sighed, slipping into the booth that she was in and sipping his milkshake. He took a moment to lick the whipped cream off his lips afterwards and sighed. "I knew you wouldn't take it well."
"No, no, I'm fine with it," she quickly replied. "It's just... you wouldn't expect... you flirt with everyone! Even me!"
He laughed. "Manipulative flirtation, as I call it, is a legitimate method of getting everything you want. My older brother's boyfriend taught me. But anyway..." he leaned forwards. "I need your help, Chloe."
She internally winced at the mention of her real name, but hid it with a cocky smirk. "Whatever you want, Benjamin."
He grunted, before sighing and faceplanting, an indecipherable mumble coming out of his lips.
"Sorry, what was that?" Chica raised an eyebrow, swiping his milkshake from his hand and sipping it, taking another bite of her double cheeseburger.
He sighed and sat up. "I have a crush on... him."
Oh.
Oh dear.
Who was 'him'? Well, 'him' was basically the class rep, but way stranger. He had chocolate-brown hair and icy blue eyes that looked like they could stab you with a single glance. He didn't talk to them much, as he was always hanging out with his best friend, an athlete called Finn, but he was easy to spot in a crowd.
He never quite looked like everyone else - he wasn't pale and tall, he was tan and average-looking. He always wore a black beanie and hoodie, and, on the occasions that he did talk to them, he had a voice like melted butter.
Smooth. Comforting. You just want to pour it over your naked body and make out with your pillow.
Okay, maybe not the last one, but you get the idea.
"Freddy Fazbear?!" she yelled. "You... you... FREDDY?!"
"Shut up! He might be here!"
"There's no way he's here!"
"Who're you on about?"
They turned around with lighting-speed, meeting the gaze of a certain buttery-voiced, brown-haired teen, who was sipping his salted-caramel milkshake with interest.
Oh boy.