AAA high school. Fiona can take fine care of herself but Marshall Lee is making that harder, does she like him? No way...Maybe? She doesn't even know he is so easy to be addicted to.
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Future Author: I apologize for the hor...
She refused to tell me a word. It bothers me more than it should, but honestly I can't blame her. She broke her ankle because she was too occupied with this thought?
A knock echos through my quiet flat. I grab my money because I'm pretty sure it's the pizza.
"That'll be £15. 09." The pizza boy greets. I hand him twenty, taking the two boxes, and wait until he's gone, then heading over to Fiona's flat. I knock and I hear a faint come in.
"I brought you a pizza, since you shouldn't be trusted to cook." I yell. I follow her loud sigh to her bedroom.
"Thanks, you butt." Her long hair is tied up, the messiest I've seen it. She has her leg propped up on a pillow and a book upside down next to her. I hand her the box.
"You doing okay?" I glance at her cast.
"They gave me painkillers." She assures, taking a bite of a slice.
"Can I sign it?" I ask. She nods, opening her bedside table and grabbing a Sharpie.
"Are you good at drawing?" She asks. I shrug, taking the tight cap off the marker.
"More or less. Why?"
"Could you draw something on it?" I nod, taking a moment to think of what to draw.
"Are you going to tell me what you were too occupied with to cook properly?" I ask. I get the same flustered look and head shake.
"It's just something I really do not want to share." She turns her face away.
"I wont stop bothering you." I singsong. She grimaces.
"Fine! I'm... experiencing my first crush." She confesses. I make a small 'oh' -ing sound.
"Quite the achievement, I mean, it's not like we're in secondary school or anything." I sarcastically tease. She sticks her tongue out at me.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. What are you drawing?" She questions.
"It's a cute snake."
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A/N My inspiration omg
"That is certainly adorable."
"Do you want some advice for your first crush?" I ask, changing back the subject.
"I mean, if you want to." She replies, red faced.
"You should just take the chance with him- him or her." I correct.
"I'm- I am not attracted to girls. Or... am I? Oh god, don't add Sexuality to the List of Things I Need to Figure Out." She sinks into her pillows. I laugh lightly, setting the sharpie aside.
"I'm just saying, Fi." I assure.
"Fine. I think I might like you but that's a huge problem because you're Marshall Lee, some sort of emo but not really emo that runs the school and is known for being such a player."
That escalated quickly but younger me gave me this really tight plot that I need to move along so
