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Free Runner
7: Fakelationships
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"Where are we going?" Fionna asked eagerly as we rounded the next corner.
"Wherever we want to go," I said, slowing down my pace a bit so Fionna wouldn't get tired.
"In that case… would it be okay if I happened to want to go out for ice cream?" Fionna said, putting on the most adorable begging face.
"With that look, I'd take you anywhere," I replied, flashing her a half smile as her cheeks grew red. "C'mon," I said, picking up the pace again. "I didn't skip class with you for nothing."
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"Really, Fionna? Vanilla? If that isn't the most boring flavor you could get, I don't know what is," I teased, leaning back in my chair. The sun beat down on my face in an almost unpleasant way, but not quite. I could feel my hair heating up and part of me wished I had a hat.
"You're one to talk," Fionna retorted. "Strawberry has to be the worst flavor ever invented. How can you even stand to be near it?" She faked a gag then smiled at me.
"Don't diss the strawberry," I said. "It's a classic."
"And vanilla isn't?"
"… Don't sass me."
We laughed together for a minute before settling into a comfortable silence. I liked that about Fionna. She didn't have to talk constantly, but when she did talk, she was interesting.
"Remind me again why you don't have friends," I said, making Fionna jerk to a stop. I'd meant it to be somewhat lighthearted… somewhat. Though, her reaction was still a bit surprising.
Fionna let a sad smile creep across her face. "I guess I just don't try hard enough," she said.
"Well that's a shitty reason," I hissed. Fionna looked up in surprise at my outburst. I hung my head and balled my hand into a tight fist on the table. "You're just such a pleasant person to be around! I mean, you shouldn't even have to try. People should be flocking to you." I glanced up to see Fionna's expression had mellowed slightly. "I feel like there's another reason you haven't mentioned yet."
Fionna glanced down at her lap. "I made a couple of friends, I guess," she started, "and then they'd start asking to, like, get together and go to each other's houses and stuff, but of course my parents were so finicky about whenever I could visit other people." Fionna leaned her elbow against the table and held her cheek in her hand. "And then people would come over to my house, and my parents… They're just so…"
"It's okay," I said. "I get it. Parents ruin lives."
"Yeah, and then when one person found out what it's like at my house, they'd tell all their friends, and their friends would tell their friends, and it was just this endless cycle, ya know?" She sighed. "Anyway, it's whatever. I'm fine with it. I never got to keep friends for very long anyway, so it's just like, totally normal. Just like whatever, you know?"
I frowned at her. "It doesn't make it suck any less, though. Being used to being lonely."
Fionna perked up a little. "But I'm not lonely. I have you to talk to and stuff."
I chuckled darkly for a moment. "If I'm all you've got going for you, I can't help but feel a little sorry for you."
Fionna leaned another hand against her face and stared at me, unimpressed. "Now look who's got the self-esteem issues." She poked me in the shoulder then smiled, spooning some more ice cream into her mouth.
"What can I say?" I said, leaning back in my chair. "It's a gift." I laughed slightly as I leaned back forward.
"Whoa, whoa, wait," Fionna said, tilting forward. "Open your mouth again."
I looked at her like she was crazy.
She rolled her eyes. "Just do it."
I did.
"Oh my god you have vampire fangs that is so cool."
I cocked an eyebrow at her. "Vampire fangs?"
"Your canine teeth! They're super pointy!" she exclaimed.
"I don't think I've ever been told that before."
"But it's true! Open your mouth again."
I did.
"Wooooow they're like the pointiest fangs I've ever seen. Do you ever, like, accidentally bite yourself with them or something? They're so big."
That's what she said.
I coughed.
"What?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't know, I asked you!"
I coughed again. "Nothing."
"…You're abominable."
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After another couple hours of playing hooky, Fionna decided it would be best for her to go home and pretend like she'd been at school all day instead of hanging out with a boy three years older than her. I couldn't help but agree. We went our separate ways at the Square, as had become our normal routine, and not ten minutes after I got back to my own apartment my phone buzzed. While I expected it to be Fionna, I was slightly disappointed when I read FP on the screen, but unlocked my phone to read the message anyway.
FP
Hey, man, Leo and I are heading
out for pizza in an hour. Come with?
4:02pm
Marshall
Yeah, sure. I assume it's the usual
place?
4:02pm
FP
You know it. See you then!
4:03pm
I sighed and locked my phone, shoving it into my pocket out of habit. I spent the next half hour browsing tumblr and stalking people on Facebook, before I decided I'd best be off if I wanted to make good time. Spoiler alert: I did. LSP was already waiting for me and Flint was quick to show up next. We got ourselves a table in the back corner and I sat on a side to myself while the other two looked on at me eagerly.
"So what the hell is this about the new girlfriend that FP's been telling me about?" Leo got straight to the point, taking me off guard. "Come on, you didn't even tell me?"
I scratched the back of my head and glanced away awkwardly. "Yeah, about that..."
"What, don't tell me you broke up with her already."
"A-ah, no, of course not. See, she's not actually my girlfriend."
FP and LSP gave me the most incredulous looks.
"But... you kissed," FP said.
"Yeah, about that..."
"What about it, bro?"
"We were screwing with you."
"What the hell, man?" LSP hissed. "You got a fake girlfriend to mess with FP, and you didn't even tell me about it? I could've helped!"
"It was sort of spurt of the moment—"
"My ass. What, are you just saying this so you won't be so embarrassed that you broke up with some girl after a shitty one night stand?" Flint accused.
"What? No! No no no no no no no no no no, that's not it at all. She's just... a friend."
"A friend that you sometimes kiss and pretend is your girlfriend," Leo interjected.
"Aw, come on, guys, she was in on it, too!"
"Mmmhmm," they said at the same time.
"Okay, are you guys ready to ord-Marshall?" I looked up at the familiar voice to find Fionna in a casual waitress uniform, staring wide-eyed at our table.
"Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear," Flint muttered.
"Fionna! Since when do you work here?" I asked.
"Since a couple of weeks ago...? It's really close to my house and my parents wanted me to get a job and make my own money, so..." she trailed off.
LSP whistled as he, not at all subtly, looked Fionna over. "Dang, Marshall, you certainly know how to pick 'em."
I glared at Leo, shooting invisible daggers his way. "I already told you, we're not dating. And stop staring at her like a piece of meat. She has eyes, you know."
"Oh, did you hear about that fake dating thing?" Fionna blushed a little bit and looked at me. "Yeah, that was pretty fun, wasn't it?"
"You could say that…"
LSP had ignored both of us. "You said it yourself, you're not dating her, so she's up for the taking," he said. "So whadda ya say, Fionna?" He dragged her name out in a really odd, trying to be sexy sort of way. "You want a piece of this guy."
"Uhh…"
"Ignore him, Fionna," I said apologetically.
"Yeah, he's just sexually frustrated cuz he hasn't gotten any in, like, two years," FP added.
"Ignore him, too."
"You know, your eyes are just the deepest, most beautiful pools of blue. And they so well compliment your flowing blonde locks," LSP cooed. I kicked him under the table.
"Shaddup," I hissed.
"Yeah, can I just get your order…?" Fionna posed carefully.
"Oh, right."
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