Okay Stanford suck it up, I mean we've kissed two times, we're practically married...I MEAN! It'll be easy...easier said than done. Huh. Today has to be perfect. It's Valentine's Day, what could go wrong.
Ford was cut off when Fiddleford entered the room. "Hello Stanford." Fiddleford greeted.
"Hello! Um...Fidds, there's something I need to ask of you." Ford stopped when he saw a girl come in the room. "Is she a...friend?"
"Oh..um...she's my date to the cinema." Fiddleford answered with a guilty look.
Before Fiddleford could even finish his sentence, Ford felt his heart fall down to his stomach. "...I'm such an idiot.." Ford swear he about to cry. He quickly turned around and went to his desk to do his 'work'.
"Stanford?" Fiddleford reached for Stanford's shoulder but he pushed Fiddleford's hand away.
"That's...great. So I guess I'll see ya later then." Ford said without turning around.
"O-Okay..." This only made Fiddleford feel worse but he didn't know why. There was nothing but silence until Fiddleford's date said something.
"Come Fiddleford, let's go." She pulled him out the room.
When they left Ford pushed his chair away from his desk felt tears spilling down his face. I
What happened...I thought...Was it nothing more than a mistake to him? Ford thought. After hours of thinking he snapped. "What am I doing?! This is college not some...romance. For now on, I will focus on nothing but my work!"
And that's exactly what he did, he sat down at his desk and studied. He did extra work that night. Fiddleford finally returned at 10:00 pm.
"Hey Stanford...sorry it took so long for me to return-"
"It's fine." Ford quickly responded.
Fiddleford was about to head to the bathroom to take a shower but then he remembered something. "Oh ya, what was that thing you want to ask me?"
Ford flinched. "Oh um...I guess I forgot...Uh...I'm going to bed." And after that Ford fell asleep.
A week later, I don't understand, why is Stanford avoiding like this...I know it can't be love in fact it seems like the opposite.
"Hey Stanford, I was wondering...if you wanted to come to the park with me...l-like a d-date?"
Ford turned his head slightly to look at Fiddleford then he turned back to his work. "No."
A rush of regret runs through Fiddleford's body after that. "N-No? A-Are you sure you don't want to take a break for a little bit?"
Ford sighed heavily then he slowly got up from his desk and turned to look at his friend. "Fiddleford, I do not have time for dates-" Ford said it like it was inappropriate. "I'm trying to go ahead of the class so that I'll have more time to investigate, but you can go by yourself...Bye."
Fiddleford left the room without another word. He felt like he just swallowed his heart.