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Chapter Six

Marcus

The next evening, I wait anxiously outside the pizza place, glancng at my watch. I'm just hoping I don't see Fletcher. I told him everyting at about 10 o'clock this morning.

Earlier this morning...

"Hey Ashley," Fletcher says, smiling.

"Hey, how was your night?" I ask, remembering what I have to tell him today.

"Ah, alright I guess," he replies. "What did you want to tell me?"

I swear he reads my mind.

"Uh, well, about that..." I start.

"Look Ashley, we're friends and in my eyes, if friends can't tell each other things they're really not friends at all..."

"No no no no no!" I cut him off. "I'm telling you. Right...now."

And without hesitation, I tell him everything. And in some ways, I regret every word. But in others, it feels good to tell him the truth. That's until he smiles, mutters a "That's great Ash, got to go,", pecks me on the cheek the way he always does and walks away. That's when I relize me prediction was true.

...

I finally see Marcus walking down the street, hands in his jeans pockets, hair blowing in the wind.

We be approaches me he looks at me and says: "You look great!"

"Thanks," I say blankly. He just stares at me. "Uh, we're going to miss our reservation if we don't go in now so, shall we?"

"Oh, yeah," he says, opening the door and letting me in.

A waitress shows us to our table. He pulls out my chair an I sit in it. He sits down in his own seat and picks up the menu.

"The special sounds nice," he says, trying to make conversation. I nod.

We discuss food for a while, order and as the waiter goes away. Marcus leans in a bit more.

"I don't want to shatter you but I dot like you I the way Rochelle wants, and I can kinda tell that you don't like me that way either." He says.

"You're correct," I say quickly. "No offense."

He waves my comment away. "Let's not worry about offending each other. Lets focus on the real problem at hand here. Rochelle's request. How are we going to fake this. Acting is a semi-talent of mine but convincing everyone? I don't know if I can."

"Same here, but we just have to be smart about it. We're both pretty smart, right?" I ask.

He nods. "I was almost a doctor."

He launches into a long story about his mother and father and him which takes so long by the time he finishes our food is on the table.

"We'll that's great Marcus but we just wasted some valuable time." I tell him, honestly.

He nods. "I know, I need to learn to shut up."

I laugh. "Sometimes it's a good thing, but we need to talk about our problem right now, and not the past."

For the next hour we talk (between bites if delicious pizza) about our interests and how we are going to fake our relationship.

We decide on a plan. We act as if we have been friends for years, but have suddenly had feelings for each other. If anyone asks any questions, we have a few short stories to tell.

But I know this is just one lie which will lead to many more. The road will be bumpy but we both don't have any interest in being fired.

We stand outside the pizza place in the freezing wind.

"Well, I guess I'll see you at work." I say, throwing on my coat.

"Unless you want me to drive you home." He asks.

"But you dot have a car," I point out.

He turns his head away. "We'll I have a talent of hailing cabs."

I laugh. "I've got my own cab talent, thanks."

He nods. Then he does something which takes me aback. He leans over and kisses me.

And I kiss him back. I really enjoy it. His lips are warm, despite the weather. And my heart beats in time with his.

He pulls back and smiles. "We may as well start now."

I smile and nod. "Correct again,"

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