"Feliks, I really can't let you do this... I can't..." Elizabeta murmured, staring down at her hands, folded on her lap. She had grown skinnier since Feliks last saw her... paler, too. Her cheekbones were more pronounced, and she had heavy bags under her eyes, as if she hadn't slept in weeks, something that Feliks was very willing to bet was true.
"Uh, yeah, you can. I just fought the fuck out of my boss, Lizzie, if you think I'm gonna let you turn this down, you're fricken crazy...!"
...Why was none of this going as planned? They were supposed to just say yes! Even if his boss was too much of an asshole to agree, Elizabeta was cool! She was supposed to let him do it! How could she not?
"Feliks... it's only going to drag you down... I don't want that... I don't want to see my best friend as weak as me. Yes, I want to get better, but not at your expense. I'm not worth someone else's life."
"Uh, yeah, you are!" he argued, pouting and stomping his foot, looking almost like a child having a tantrum as he stood in front of her, "I think you're going crazy, too, 'cause you know you're worth, like, the entire world. And more than that, too!"
The Hungarian shook her head, still staring at her hands, as if they were the ones speaking to her rather than Feliks, "No, Feliks... that's not true and you know it. Even at my best, I was never worth that much. Just because I'm your friend doesn't mean that I'm the greatest person out there..."
"Yu-huh!" he pouted, a hint of shrillness appearing in his voice, "And if not for yourself, then do it for me, damn it! I'm way too fucking selfish to let you go and die on me, and if you think for even one second that I'm gonna stop caring about myself and let you do what you want, then you really are crazy!"
The Hungarian finally looked up, a small, hardly noticeable smile on her face. But it was a smile.
"I guess I should know you too well by now to expect that...~"
"Damn right, you should!" he put his hands on his hips, though he was starting to sound playful, knowing that this was an argument he was going to win, "And if you die, I'll kill you!"
"But Fel-"
"DON'T CORRECT ME."
And with that, they were both flat on the couch, laughing until they cried. It was funny, really, how a simple thing could bring the joy back into their lives. Feliks liked it.
And he had her convinced.
AN: Sorry it's so short and shit. I've been rather... unmotivated lately. And seeing as two chapters have gone by with no reviews, I can't help but to worry that everyone has lost interest. It's probably just me, but... yeah. |D So please, please support me, you guys. I need it. |D