Felinis: Today's chapter is brought to you procrastination, fear, and social anxiety. That's why it's fluffy as fuck

Yuri texted Flynn once more and waited for him to respond. Flynn was being weird and avoiding him again. At least Yuri thought he was. He kept asking if Flynn wanted to go out and all he got were excuses. This time Flynn couldn't run since Yuri was standing outside on the porch. It was unfortunately not cold enough just yet for the rain to freeze so the air bit into him. And, another excuse.

He knocked on the door and was greeted by a kind looking woman with gold locks. She smiled. "Yuri? It's good to see you. Flynn upstairs playing video games." She let him inside. "I hope you weren't out there for too long."

"Good to see you too Mrs. Scifo." He smiled. "Would you mind if I stole your son for an evening?"

Mrs. Scifo giggled. "As long as you promise to bring him back."

Yuri smirked as he headed up the stairs. "I don't know. He's pretty wonderful. I may want to keep him."

Mrs. Scifo bit her lip. "Well, as long as I can still visit I guess it's okay."

"Thanks." Yuri walked down the hallway and opened the door to Flynn's room. "Replaying Abyss again? Something bother you?" Flynn always seemed to replay old video games and watch Lord of The Rings when something was on his mind.

Flynn jumped in his seat. "Yuri? Why are you here?"

Yuri rolled his eyes. "Duh, because I got tickets for the best new film on the planet and your coming with me."

He waved the tickets in front of Yuri's face with a smile. Flynn snatched them. "Why the hell did you get tickets for Alien Ninja Pizza Attack?"

"Dude, did you see that trailer? It looks stupid as fuck. We're gonna die laughing." Yuri said rummaging for Flynn stuff and pulling out his wallet. "I also found out about this super cool ice-cream place we can go to downtown. All their flavors are based off Super Smash Bros characters. I'm so getting Marth with a scoop of Pitt."

Flynn cringed. "Where and how do you find these places?"

"Internet." Yuri stood in front of the screen. "Come on! Whatever identity crisis you're going through can be fixed with bad movies and ice-creams."

Flynn was about to protest, but grit his teeth. "Fine have it your way." He took his wallet and stuffed it in his pants. "You're paying though." Yuri agreed bitterly. Well, there went his paycheck. On the drive over Yuri focused on the road, but kept glancing awkward from Flynn. Finally, the blonde broke the awkward silence that had filled the air. "Do you ever… do you ever think we're weird?"

Yuri raised a brow. "I mostly just think you're weird."

Flynn sighed. "No… I mean. Do you think we hang out too much?"

Yuri frowned. Where was, he going with this? They were friends. Of course, they spent a lot of time together. "No way." Yuri looked to the road and almost mumbled the last part. "I'd miss you."

The blonde looked out the window. "I don't know. It's kind of funny." He laughed awkwardly. "Movie and an ice-cream. If I didn't know better… I'd say it's a date." The car swerved and the car next to them blared its horn.

Yuri tensed and held himself pressed to the wheel. "I-" he stuttered his brain panicking. "Yeah, that's hilarious." he tried to laugh. Calm down! Calm! This was just Flynn making a joke. Flynn would never think of this as a date. They went out like this all the time. There was absolutely nothing weird about it!

Flynn laughed back. "Right? Like, we would ever go on a date!"

Yuri nodded and did his best not to ram the car into the nearest building. "Yeah. Totally, impossible." God, what kind of sick joke is this? Why the hell, would Flynn make a joke about them being a couple? There's nothing funny about it. God, his heart was beating like crazy.

He just needed to move on and not think about it. It wasn't a date.

By some miracle, they did not die getting to the theatre and Yuri stiffly followed Flynn inside. The movie was cheesy, awful, and downright the worst piece of cinema ever put on screen. It was just the kind of thing they loved to laugh at, but right now… Yuri was struggling to remind himself that going out with his friend was not a date. This was hanging out. He laughed here and there and so did Flynn, but it was clear neither were really focused. Good thing that theatres are dark, because Yuri was sure his face was red.

Idiot. Pull it together. This isn't a date. It's an outing like he'd had millions of times before. Yuri finally relaxed and enjoyed the film. This was better. Yeah, he could do this.

With his resolve, reinstated Yuri was able to pull through and get ice-cream without falling apart. Which felt like a success. They talked about how awful the movie was and the terrible cheese factor of it all.

"Seriously, when the Pope gets killed by the ninjas and turns into pepperoni that has to be the worse CGI ever." Flynn laughed as they drove to the ice-cream shop.

Yuri nodded vigorously. "I know. And, that part with the two lesbian chicks getting divorce why that there? It was so stupid. They were literally just there to be hot lesbians."

Flynn groaned. "Ugh, no, the real question is who thought a PG-13 movie should have a probing scene using mozzarella cheese sticks?"

Yuri grimaced. "God, that was uncomfortable. I almost thought we were watching a porno."

"Almost? That was a porno." Flynn said curling a little. "I can never un-see that."

Yuri agreed. "At least it was better than Midnight Nazi Slumber Party. Remember the shower scene?"

Flynn rubbed his temple. "Unfortunately." It's still not a date.

The ice-cream shop was amazing. A total nerdgasm. Murals on the walls, flavor pairing were called ships, a Wiis in the corner so you could play and eat. Yuri looked over the menu and the girl behind the counter smiled.

"Hi, what can I get for you boys?" She greeted.

Yuri pulled Flynn up front. Flynn shied away from him. "I'd like PeachxZelda please."

"I want a MarthxPitt."

She took in a deep breath and sighed. "The flavors just had to align for that one." She fixed two cones and they took them with smiles.

Delicious. He looked over at Flynn's cone and wondered. "Hey, can I taste yours?"

Flynn stopped and gingerly handed him the cone. "Oh, sure." What was with Flynn. He was so stiff and awkward. And, then there was the joke in the car. He handed the cone back and tried not focus on Flynn.

This wasn't a date.

Felinis: I've never actually played smashbros (because I am soul cursed to never have the necessary console) so I have no idea what i'm doing