Friday Barnes, The Biggest Mystery Yet

oneshot: the talk

The Talk

This is set in book 11, after the first escapade to the Louvre, where the director called her a pig child (still hate him for that). Also might rewrite this.

Dedicated to
FridayPorkpieHat
@fridaysbrowncardigan

After that interesting turn of events, me and Ian were making our way back to the Art school’s accommodation. There has been something that has been bugging, no irritating me. I never really understood the phrase bugging me, i think bugs are delightful, especially caterpillars. Ian may be handsome, witty and pretty much other worldly, but he isn’t that great at listening. I know based on my time in juvie, that communication is key in any relationship, or you may end up murdering your boyfriend’s dog and lighting up the remains in the house of his other girlfriend, not fun.

But how am I to bring up this topic. Ian is too stubborn and proud to believe that he has any faults, and he has changed a bit since the first time we kissed. I just don't know if he cares for me the way he did before.

I notice on our walk that the shadows of our hands are exhibited under the streetlights of Paris, and out of the corner of my eyes, I see Ian trying to make it seem that his silhouette was holding hands with mine. Me being uncomfortable with this, I crossed my hands against my chest and sped up a little. Ian seemed hurt by this and started to increases his strides to catch up with me, which didn’t take even 5 seconds.

He was now walking alongside me, with a slight blush on his cheeks, which admittedly made him a bit more attractive. But that was a fact, Ian was attractive, everyone knew that, he knew and it was evident from all the stares he was getting from the people we were passing.

I then decided to put the tsunami of doubts in my mind at ease. What he does next will once and for all cement what I have believed our… situation currently is. I stopped in my tracks and looked at Ian, straight in his ocean blue eyes. He also stopped but he wasn’t looking back into my eyes, instead his eyes fell on my lips and it remained there for 7.8 seconds, and that right there was my answer.

I then decided that this was silly, this one small action was just feeding into my doubts and I was making it worse. I just need auditory confirmation, and THEN I will be at ease. Another girl I had became acquitted with in juvie, Brianna, also told me that when speaking of matters of the heart, it is best to do it in a private area, as to avoid humiliation and embarrassment of the person to whom you are metaphorically spilling your heart to.

‘Ian’

‘Yes, Friday’

‘There’s something I need to tell you, but can we go somewhere…more secluded’

‘Uh, yeah, sure’

No one’s p.o.v

Ian was visibly nervous at what Friday wanted to tell him, as she.. Well she wasn’t one to talk about her emotions. They made their way to Jardin du Carrousel, and sat on one of their benches. The scene was something out of a romcom, a dimly lit path, a long wooden bench and the sky had decided to grace them with snow. Not heavy blizzard like snow, more like soft snow that one dreams of on the first day of winter, which was going to make the atmosphere less than ideal for what was about to happen.

As they sat down, Ian thought it would be best to make use of this romantic scene and decided to hold Friday’s hand between his. He then kissed the back of it, and looked at Friday, and then her lips. He leaned down, angling his face towards her, but he never got to kiss her lips, as Friday turned her head to the side, ducking slightly, so that his lips ended up in her hair.

Friday had pulled her hands away from him once again, leaving Ian feeling hurt, at this second rejection in the span of 15 minutes. Something Ian had never experienced before in his life, rejection sure, abandonment, most definitely, but from a girl, especially, Friday, it had never happened . Friday now was holding her hands in her lap and was tapping her foot on the ground. She decided that it was better to get it off her chest.