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Authors Note: Hey guys! Galindapopular here. This is my first chapter for this fic. AH! Anyway, not much to say, just hope you like it. It should be fun. We kind of laid the angst on thick for Connie here, but its all good.
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Connie hadn't felt this happy in a long time. But the happiness was combined with a sort of uneasy guilt. This was just something you didn't do. You didn't go out for brunch with your best friends ex boyfriend. Julie broke up with him, she reminded herself, she's moved on, she's with Adam now. But something inside of her just felt wrong about the whole situation.
"Hello?" Dean said, "Earth to Moreau? You in there?"
"What?" She said, "yeah, sorry. Uh, good waffles." She kept eating. He laughed.
"It's too weird for you isn't it?" He said. "You can't handle it."
"No, no," she said, "I can handle it. Look, I'm sorry, it's just, do you know what the girl rules are?"
"Girl rules," he said, "yes, I'm intimately familiar with that." He laughed sarcastically. "What do you mean?"
"It's this sort of unspoken code between girls," Connie explained. "It's like, ok, here's an example, let's say your friend likes a guy, but he likes someone else, then you as her friend are obligated to say what an ugly slut the other girl is, and how she is so much prettier than the other girl, and she can do better than that guy anyway." She explained, "Even if the other girl is the sweetest prettiest girl in the entire world and the guy is George Clooney."
"Let me guess," he said, "another one of these rules is that you don't eat waffles with your best friends ex."
"Well," Connie said, "there's nothing about waffles specifically, but yeah, there's a definite ex boyfriends are off limits stipulation in there."
"Julie broke up with me," he reminded her, "she has a new boyfriend. She's moved on."
"I know that," Connie sighed, "I get it, it's just,"
"Girl rules," He said. "Look, I'm going to be straight with you, I like talking to you. I like spending time with you. Last night, last night was incredible. I haven't had that much fun in a long long time. I think this could be a good thing."
"I think it could be a good thing too," she said, "but I'd just rather we be, well, I guess the word I'm looking for is discreet?"
"Discreet," he nodded, "you mean not tell anyone?"
"Right," she said, "It's just, look, I don't want to hurt anyone, OK? Is that too much to ask?"
"You think about other people too much," he shook his head. "But fine, we won't tell anyone."
"Don't say it like you're mad at me," she said, "Come on, even if we did tell anyone who would believe us?"
"That's true," he said, "it will save a lot of explaining."
"Exactly!" She said, relieved that he was on board with it. This made it easier, this way no one was getting hurt.
"You know, guys have rules too," he said, smiling devilishly at her.
"Oh really?" She smiled, "and what would those be?"
"Well, see," he leaned in closer to her. "For example, let's say a guy takes this really hot, incredible girl out for a meal, like say he buys her waffles," she laughed, "Then he is like obligated to try and get some action. It's encoded on our DNA."
"Hmm," she said, "That's very interesting. Well, believe it or not, girls have rules about that kind of thing too."
"Do they bar or enable the action?" He said, "you know, I'm just curious."
"They're pretty flexible," she said, "actually." He smiled at her, leaned in and kissed her. It felt, great, strangely great. She was kissing Dean Portman, and it felt amazing. She was kissing Dean Portman. Oh God! She pulled away. "I'm sorry, I have to, there's this, I uh, I have homework." She stood up awkwardly and walked out.
"Girl rules," he said, feeling horribly defeated, "Great, as if this situation wasn't weird enough." He got up and rushed after her. "Connie, come on, look I'm sorry OK?"
"No," she said, "it's not that, I mean that was, that was great. This is great, you're great. I just, I don't know how to handle this."
"We don't handle it," he shrugged, "we just let what happens happen. How's that for a deal?"
"I like that deal." She nodded. He put his arm around her.
"Come on," he said, "let's go for a walk. And as far as I know, according to guy rules, walks do not require the attempt at action." She laughed. Yes, the situation was weird, but weird didn't have to be bad. It was weird in a good way.
