I feel drabbly today. Go me!


Persistance

"Why won't you leave me alone?"

Fanny wasn't sure how much longer she could keep up her striding pace, but if she stopped, he would try to get her to talk, like he'd been doing all day.

"We need to talk," Hoagie insisted, keeping up easily.

"And for the fifty-buhmillionth time, we don't."

She stopped and turn to glare at him, certain her most harsh look would cow him into obediance. But he had developed an unexpected backbone, and stood his ground. "There is nothing to talk about." Fanny turned away again, ending the converstaion.

But Hoagie wasn't ready to let it go. "You kissed me, Fanny."

She stopped in her tracks. Unwilling to confirm the statement, but unable to deny it. "That was… a momentary aberation," she explained. "It didn't mean anything."

"Yes, it did."

"What?!" Fanny turned on him again. "Of all the conceited—"

"You wouldn't be avoiding me like this if you didn't feel anything."

Fanny clentched her fists. He was so certain, was he? Acting like he knew what was going on when she didn't know herself, huh? Putting on that fake face so he would look so pleading and desperate and determined? Well, she wasn't going to fall for it. Not this time. She was through taking chances on guys. And if she had forgotten that for a moment, that's one moment they'd both have to pretend never happened.

"Just forget about it, Hoagie," she ordered, saying his name in that mocking tone she had prefected long ago.

Hoagie's eyebrows came together. "I'm not going to."

She glared back. "You had better." With that vague threat, she turned and walked away. Only this time, he didn't follow her.