Criminal Love

Not Quite Artsy

The theater was the last place Flaky wanted to be, but Flippy was tired of his friend moping around and decided to take it upon himself to get her out and about. So here they were, sipping on drinks and watching the act that Mime was putting on. The purple-haired mute pretended to walk in the wind, the invisible breeze ruffling his clothes and pushing him back as he struggled against it and after that, he pretended to pull a heavy object with a rope as he silently grunted with effort. The sight would normally make Flaky smile as she enjoyed the antics that Mime put on, but the nagging voice of Lifty wouldn't let her enjoy the show as they bounced around her head.

"Flaky, please. I wouldn't do this."

"Please don't abandon me too. You promised."

What kept coming back in her mind the most was the hurt she saw in his eyes as he stared at the knife in his shoulder, the knife she threw. He then turned his eyes to lock them with the redhead, the heartbreaking acceptance in his voice as he just muttered an "okay" before leaving.

She was roused from her thoughts though, by Flippy shaking her lightly. She snapped back to reality as she glanced at the green-haired war vet, who in turn gave her a worried smile.

"Hey, you okay? You spaced off there for a sec."

"Fine", Flaky mumbled, only to notice people in the theater were starting to leave, "Is the s-show over?"

Flippy nodded as he rose from his seat, "Yeah, just finished up. We aren't done just yet. We got one more stop before I take you back home."

"Where are we going n-now?" Flaky followed the soldier out of the theater and into the brightly outside area.

"It's a secret. A little fun for us."

So without even really answering the redhead's question, Flippy led her to his jeep and the two hopped in and began their drive to this mystery destination. Flaky couldn't sit still though and started to fidget in her seat and run her hands over her legs in an attempt to keep moving and keep her mind occupied. Flippy noticed his friend's growing anxiety and took his hand off of the wheel to place a hand on her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Flaky, calm down," Flippy grinned as he eyed his friend, "This won't be that bad."

"I wouldn't be so nervous if y-you'd just tell me where we're g-going."

Flippy didn't answer as he saw they were already at their final stop. He pulled into the parking lot and found a suitable spot. Getting out of his jeep, Flaky eyed the large building they arrived at with a confused expression.

"The Happy Tree Art House? W-Why are we at the museum?"

Flippy had also gotten out of his vehicle and made his way over to stand next to her, "Cause you love art. And I figured a couple of hours in here will be just what you need to cheer up."

Flippy started to walk away, towards the entrance of the building and leaving the redhead behind. Flaky didn't follow at first, unsure that this would really help her, but she knew she couldn't just stay trapped inside her house, crying and sleeping for the rest of her life. And maybe this could help, especially being around one of her best friends. So she gave a small smile, the first one in days, and followed Flippy inside.

It's just too bad that now lost in her now positive thoughts, the redhead didn't notice the beat-up green van parked across the lot, a pair of mischievous green eyes watching her every move.

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