The String Around Her Finger

Chocolate, Blackjack, and Batman

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Ali was just wrapping up her shift, the small diner now in a slight lull between lunch and dinner, having taken the mid morning to evening shift she was happy to miss the evening dinner rush of people that usually swamped the place for once, usually working double or just the evening shift, making this a rare, happy occasion for her. She gazed around the small, lazy little place as she wrapped up her apron to put away, seeing her friend Michael off wiping a counter, with a teasing smile she walked over, playfully smacking him over the shoulder, causing him to look up at her with a barely tolerating look, the look on his face screaming exasperation with her childish actions. She simply smiled and hopped up onto the counter, planning to tease the male for a few moments before going home.

"Soooo, what. Got no fancy date to go to tonight?" She half asked, knowing the answer quite well as the slightly bigger male had a bad habit of dragging her into every single half assed or heavy problem he had. Michael turned away a bit grumpily, a sad look suddenly on his features and in his blue eyes as he let his lip form into a pout. "Meanie." He said simply, continuing to wipe the clean table.

"Poor baby," she rolled her eyes at his reaction and behavior, lightly patting his dirty blond hair in fake sympathy. "Seriously isn't this like, the third time you guys have broken up? And it was like, a month ago. Why are you working the double shit, again tonight. I mean, eventually you're gonna have to stop sulking." She said with a pointed look, lightly smacking his shoulder and causing him to pout further.

"It's not like that, its different. I love her, I cant just 'move on'." He said, causing her to simply roll her eyes and reply in a slightly annoyed tone of voice.

"Right right, you love her. Something I'll never understand. I mean the girls a fucking bitch and on top of that, she causes you literally nothing but grief. I mean come on, she doesn't 'love' you, so why not just move on already?" She half rambled, clearly having had this exact conversation a million times before, as well as clearly not believing that he really loved this girl. Her voice continued as she started speaking before the male could reply. "I mean come on, are you even sure that you love her? Honestly I think you're really just obsessed at this point. I mean, love is just like a strong sexual attraction right? like, 'oh I really like this dude, I think I wanna make some babies with them.'" She rambled, making her voice comically lower than her own slightly high pitched one, causing Michael to almost smile before replying to her slightly insulting comments.

"I'm not obsessed, I love he-"

"Yeah yeah you love her and blah blah blah blah mumbo jumbo crap all saying why and blah blah blah. I've heard it before. But seriously, its getting old. Like, move on already."

Michael sighed softly, shaking his head slightly. "Someday you'll understand." He said softly, knowing a bit about her history and thoughts of others. She rolled her eyes a bit, giving a slight annoyed shrug as she replied "yeah yeah whatever, like that's ever gonna happen. No one can fully deal with the real me." She half muttered, picking at the sleeves of her long sleeve shirt, clearly wrapped up in a memory before feeling a soft touch against her thigh, softly trailing up a bit farther causing her to look up, her gaze briefly catching with his before darting away with a slight blush, his voice quietly being heard.

"Ali.. that's not true.. I understand you. I love you too." He spoke softly, her gaze staying far from his as he continued. "Come on.. I can make you feel better.. and maybe we both could start something nicer..." He said softly, slowly leaning in and pressing his lips to hers, causing her to swiftly jerk away and tumble off of the table and out of reach, wiping her sleeve across her mouth as she glared at him heavily.