(Y/N) walks down the dark Philly streets, not afraid at all, but she does keep a hand on the switchblade she keeps in her coat pocket. She sighs, getting really tired of the bubbly sweet girl act. But she had to get her revenge. Even if it means pretending to be in love with someone as disgusting and stupid as Charlie Kelly and kissing a scumbag like Dennis Reynolds. She shudders at the thought.
She knew it would be a long con, but she didn't think she'd get tired of it so easily. But nobody messes with the Nelson family and gets away with it. So if she has to make two disgusting men fall in love with her, then so be it.
"Hey, pretty girl." A deep and gravelly voice says from behind her. She sighs and rolls her eyes.
"Don't." She snarls.
"No? And what are you going to do if I don't stop?" The man laughs, reaching out to grab her. She dodged his grasp and punches him square in the face. The man recoils, looking at her in shock, blood pouring from his definitely broken nose.
"Next time I won't be so nice. Now get the fuck out of here before my switchblade has to get involved." She threatens, pulling the knife out and flipping it open. The man backs away.
"Alright. I'm leaving. No need for the switchblade." The man walks away, leaving her standing alone in the dark. She flips the blade closed and shoves it back in her pocket.
"(Y/N)?" A familiar voice says from behind her.
"Shit." She mumbles, turning around to face the voice.
Cricket stands behind her, absolutely stunned.
She puts on a terrified face.
"Oh, Matthew! It was so scary!" She cries, reaching out to hug him.
He takes a step back, away from her.
"Stop. What the hell was that?" He asks. She sighs, dropping the act.
"Don't tell the gang about what you saw tonight. I can't explain why, just don't tell them. Not even Frank." She pleads. He gives her a confused look, but agrees anyway.
"Alright. But answer me one question. Do you always have that switchblade on you? Like, in the bar?"
"Yes. I always have it. I don't usually have to pull it out, but I always have it."
Cricket stares at her, then mutters "I think I just fell more in love with you."
"Listen, I've gotta go. But please, please don't tell the gang."
He nods.
"Your secret is safe with me!" He says, grinning at her. She smiles back, and then continues on her way.
When she's far enough away, she breaths a sigh of relief.
"I can't believe that, of all people, Rickety Cricket is the one that almost ruined everything." She mumbles to herself.
Suddenly, her phone rings. She looks down at the caller ID and grins.
"Hey!" She chipperly answers.
"Hey! How is everything going?"
"Everything is going fantastic! They have no idea that they're being conned."
"Excellent. How far have you gotten?"
"Dennis Reynolds is head-over-heels."
"Fantastic! And Charlie?"
"Still working at him. You were right. It is hard to get him to let go of that waitress. But I'm wearing him down."
"Perfect. And Dee and Mac have no idea?"
"Not a clue! There is something that might end up being a problem though..."
"Oh?"
"Mathew Mara."
"The homeless ex-priest druggie?"
"Yeah. Apparently he hangs around at the bar a lot."
"Okay...how does that make him a problem?"
"Because he fell in love with me, too."
"Well, acceptable casualties. I have to go. We'll talk later."
"Okay. Bye, Ruby."
(Y/N) sighs after she hangs up.
"She's a Taft. She could have paid someone to do this! But no, I had to be a good best friend and do it for free. Next time I'm telling her no. I swear." She mumbles to herself as she makes her way back to Dee's apartment.
