So, like I said, not a lot of Fuinn in this chapter, but it's longer. And the next chapter's long AND it has a lot of Fuinn! It's like, the perfect chapter. Review?
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Day (345)
you can hold any girl that you like, fall in love when it's easy at night, but, you'll wake up wondering why she ain't ever something better
"You see, I normally don't do blind dates," said the girl that Finn had agreed to be set up with that night. He forgot her name, something like Saffron or Sage, some kind of spice. "But Puck and Mike spoke very highly of you," She looked to Finn, and when he didn't say anything she continued. "They told me you write jingles with them. I think that's really cool, I always wanted to be a writer. I did get my degree in English, actually, but you know, it's so hard to get a job these days. I went to Brown, where did you go again?"
Sugar, Finn thought to himself, remembering her name. Sugar Motta. "Look, Sugar," He said. "You're a very pretty girl," And Finn wasn't lying when he said this, she was attractive, with dirty blonde hair and tanned skin. She just wasn't Quinn. "I just think I should tell you straight away that this isn't going to go anywhere."
Sugar's face fell. "Oh…uh, well, do you want to go eat?"
"I was in love with this girl," A couple of beers and three courses later, Finn was sitting there drunk and confessing all to Sugar, who sat next to him, picking at some fancy flourless chocolate cake and looking bored. "And she didn't feel the same way; at least I don't think she did. It was like she just did a giant shit on my face." Being drunk, Finn helped himself to Sugar's glass of wine, making her scrunch up her nose. "I feel so fucking conflicted. On one hand, I want to get over her, and on another hand, I want to get her back. There are two options here: she's either a cold, detached bitch, or a robot." Finn thought about the latter. "You know, that would explain a lot actually-"
"Can I ask you something?" Sugar cut him off, having finished her dessert and pushed it away.
"Sure," Finn said. "Go ahead,"
"Did she ever cheat on you?"
"No,"
"And did she tell you upfront she wasn't looking for a boyfriend?"
"Well, yeah,"
Sugar blinked and shook her head. "It was nice talking to you, Finn," Then, she stood up and walked out, just like that. Needless to say, Sugar Motta never called him again.
Finn wasn't mad that she left. He just wished she'd paid for her half of the bill.