Give Me A Reason To Fall In Love

Chapter VII

   WARNING: eating disorders are mentioned and cringe kissing scene

     Over the span of three weeks, Foxy and Bonnie went on four more official dates, and between those time frames, the two mostly hung out at Sensei's place since they were often alone. Occasionally, some of Foxy's friends would come over, too, but Bonnie didn't mind. He was grateful to them, after all.

The only problem with having been on five dates already was that Foxy was starting to get impatient with the way their relationship was progressing. Personally, he was desperately craving for more attention from his inexperienced boyfriend. To be precise, he was longing for some actual physical contact...

"Bonnie won't even let you hold his hand?" Golden questioned, incredibly.

Foxy shook his head with a visible frown. "Anytime I brush my hand against his, he pulls his hand away and apologizes like he's done something wrong."

"Sounds like a prude," Mike entered the conversation, having been listening on the side and wanting to add his two cents worth.

"Sounds like he's shy," Mangle corrected him, sending a half-hearted glare at the brash man.

Foxy huffed out a small laugh and crossed his arms over his chest. "I get that he doesn't know what he's doing, but we've been seeing each other for almost a month now. And I'm all about the chase, but eventually, I'm going to get tired of the same game. I honestly don't know what to do with him."

Mangle giggled softly and pulled her legs up onto the sofa, hugging her knees to her chest. "Just take initiative, Foxy. Sweep him off his feet and force him to kiss you and stuff."

Marionette was walking behind the sofa when she said that, and he patted her head rather roughly. "Nobody is forcing anybody to do anything, you lovesick child. Don't give Foxy those kind of ideas."

Another fit of giggles erupted from the teen, and Foxy playfully flipped both of them off.

"You're not going to break things off with him, are you, Foxy?" Marionette questioned, dubiously.

Said man listlessly shook his head. "No, that's too cruel, even for me."

"Good. 'Cause then you'd be nothing but a piece of shit. And we'd all have to call you a piece of shit or the piece of shit. 'Look who came into the room! It's the piece of shit!'" Mike derided, as he clipped his disgusting toenails right next to Foxy. "You're a good guy, Foxy..."

The red-haired tattoo artist rolled his eyes at his two-sided friend. He knew Mike meant well.

"You know what, I'm going across the street, and I'm gonna woo him without forcing myself on him," Foxy declared, standing up and slipping on his signature coat.

"I bet you can't even get a hug out of him," Mike challenged, earning a smug grin from the red-haired man.

"I'll do you one better... I bet I can get a kiss..." Foxy trailed off, ignoring the cacophony of laughs that followed suit as he left the apartment's living room slightly discouraged. 'Fuck those guys,' he muttered under his breath.

Making his way to the street, Foxy took a long, deep breath and shook away his nerves, mustering up all of the confidence he needed to work his magic on creep across the street. He was going to get that kiss tonight.

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Bonnie didn't know why he was rummaging through the kitchen for something to eat. He wasn't even hungry, he was just bored with a mild craving for sweets. Earlier in the day, Foxy mentioned that he would be coming over to spend the night, perhaps, so Bonnie was left waiting much longer than he expected to. It was almost nine o'clock, and there was still no sign of Foxy, much to Bonnie's disappointment.