Fiona dreaded going to school. She spent the day before hiding out, disconnected from reality as she did various silly things to assist her with her decision making process: timelines, pro/con lists, reading old texts to relive the feelings they once gave her, looking through old photos on FaceRange for the same purpose as the texts. She had a little more of an idea of who, or what, she wanted, but she could feel her own heart crumbling as she visualized the scenario of breaking the news to the two people she loved most in her mind.
Fiona slowly swung the door open of the cab, placing her feet on the cement sidewalk. Grabbing her purse, she stood still in the same spot as she stared at the front of Degrassi, knowing she was making a life changing decision. She looked gorgeous as always, just…more sad. Her baby blues had a layer of tears over them already. Her face was pale as if she'd seen a ghost. She looked drained, physically and mentally; looking at her, you'd think she lacked life.
Eventually dragging herself to her locker, Fiona fumbled to get it open, sniffling as tears ran down her face, chucking her purse carelessly into her locker. She brought her hands up to wipe away the tears, only to feel the cold, hard, metal band pierce her face. She pulled it away, facing the diamond towards herself, examining it as she thought harder about what she wanted with her life.
Fiona practically jumped at the touch of someone's hand on her shoulder. "Sorry…" They muttered as she turned around, only to catch a glimpse of Imogen. "Fions, don't cry…" The younger girl slid her arms around the fashionista's waist, pulling her in close as she held her tightly. "I didn't mean to make this situation so difficult. I was just…I still am, so scared of losing you."
Fiona nodded as she sniffled hard, wiping her tears away on the fabric on Imogen's shoulder knowing she wouldn't mind. "I know. It's just so tough. I care about you both so much; it was near impossible to come up with a decision, but I somehow got myself to do it."
Imogen pulled back slightly to stare into the curly-haired girl's eyes, her own eyes full of curiosity and hope. "So who did you choose?"
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Imogen and Fiona sat beside one another in their classes, Adam still at Fiona's side. Today was significantly different from the days before: the two were talking rather than shouting or exchanging a more silent treatment. They were giggling and playfully hitting each other. They exchanged goofy looks and collaborated on their class work. Fiona refused to make Adam feel weird or left out, so she put in the extra effort by incorporating him into what was going on, or she'd put in the extra effort to divide her full attention evenly to her two favorite people.
When lunch rolled around and the class exited, Fiona and Adam barely passed through the doorframe before he grabbed her arm, quite aggressively, pulling her close after seeing Fiona agree to catch up with Imogen to eat with her. "Fiona, what's going on?" He questioned, eyebrow cocked. "She abhorred you yesterday and now all of a sudden she's okay that we're engaged?"
Fiona winced slightly at the sudden jerk her body made as Adam pulled her aside. Her body naturally stiffened slightly and her face prepared to defend itself against any blows as she had some quick Bobby flashbacks. She slowly breathed deeply, shaking off the nightmares. "You're hurting me." She said simply, trusting Adam enough to know he'd never mean to hurt her. She pushed his hand off and he obeyed, Fiona's face softening as she focused on his. "Adam…we need to have a talk."
Adam viciously shook his head, unwilling to hear the heartbreaking news that came after those deadly words. "No Fiona. Why would you say that? I mean if you aren't happy with me then I guess it's understandable, I just was so sure you wouldn't hurt me this time."
"I said a talk, not the talk. You're getting worked up over nothing."
Adam shook his head, his lips sealed.
Fiona silently grabbed hold of Adam's arm, pulling him away over to a bench, gesturing for him to sit along with her. He obeyed once more, her sliding her hand on top of his, which rested on the bench by his side. "Adam…you know I love you with all my heart."
Adam nodded slightly, scoffing quietly. "Yeah…I'm sure."
Fiona shook her head. "Don't say it like that, you know I do."
"Fiona, get to the damn point." Adam quipped. "Just dump me already. I don't need it sugar coated, I'm used to this crap already."
Fiona sighed softly, sliding her free hand up to Adam's cheek, brushing her thumb against it gently. "Honey, I don't want to break up with you."
"You – you don't?"
Fiona shook her head once again. "No, not at all. Like I said, you know I love you."
Adam leaped to his feet. "No I know where this is going. You don't want to break up with me but I'm sure you have to or something for whatever reason. Whatever Fiona, if you aren't happy then leave me. Again."
Fiona, now highly irritated, grabbed Adam's forearm and pulled him back onto the bench. She slid her right hand onto her left, pulling the engagement ring off. "Adam, I love you but I can't be engaged to you right now." She took his hand and turned it palm up, placing the ring into his hand and closed it gently. "Adam I'm so in love with you."
As Adam began tearing up, Fiona grabbed his chin to force him to focus on her; her face saddened, her eyes almost filled with heartbreak knowing what must've been going on in his mind. "Baby boy I don't want to end our relationship, that's not what this is about." She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes as she gathered her thoughts for a moment, reopening them again, staring at him. "I love you so much. At first I thought I should try the whole "let it go and see if it comes back because if it does it's mean to be but if it doesn't then it never was" thing but we've already passed that point. I don't feel the need to date other people, I don't think I'm missing out on anything. I just think for now, especially with all we've been through, being engaged is a little…too serious. And unrealistic. Don't get me wrong, as long as we keep this up I hope that as long as you don't break up with me, that I can have that ring back someday because it's gorgeous, and not only that, but I can see myself with you forever." Fiona slid her hands to both sides of his neck, brushing her fingertips at the base of his hairline in the back. "Talking to Imogen…she just tried to help me. Clear things up. I'm not ready to be married anytime soon, nor are you if you really think about it, and a long engagement could put unnecessary pressure on us to be perfect. She also thought I shouldn't be so tied down, but I like what we have. I don't want to be with her, I want to be with you. When I told her that she was bummed and I'm sure she will be for a while, but she really is my best friend because she's happy that I'm happy. Even if it means that I'm with you. But…someday Adam. Someday, as long as we have this, it could happen for us," she reassured him.
Adam perked up hearing Fiona say that she didn't want to end their relationship. He sighed out relief, nodding intently and in agreement as he listened to her thoughts. "You're right Fi," he said, tucking the ring far into his pants pocket. "We aren't ready to be married, but don't worry, that ring will be waiting for you." He smiled, beaming now. "It sucks that you already know what the ring looks like, but it'll always be here until the time is right."
Fiona swung her arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly. Adam returned the love, sliding his arms around her waist and pulled her in closer. Fiona giggled tucking her face into the crook of his neck, smiling. "It's the perfect ring, Adam Torres. Don't ever change it, I want it someday. Just keep it nice."
Adam nodded his head, smiling as he rested his cheek against her forehead. "Can do Princess Fiona."
Fiona pulled away gently from him, only to crash her lips against his, kissing him deeply as Adam returned the kiss, tightening his hold on her and pulling her closer. Before getting too hot and heavy into their make out session, Adam pulled away, smirking slightly. "Miss Coyne you'll have lots of explaining to do to the rest of the school."
Fiona giggled, keeping her lips against his as she smiled, pecking his lips gently. "Let them think what they want, Prince Adam."
(Fin, thanks to those of you who kept up with this story. I really enjoyed writing it!)
