The Two of Us

Whoops!

"Okay, it would seem that I was right," Blair said as she approached me outside the school, throwing an arm around my shoulders. "You look really cute in that jacket."

"Thanks." I grinned, shoving my hands into the pockets of my leather jacket. It actually used to be my dad's, but he gave it to me because he got a new one and I apparently "enjoy dressing like the year 2000 hasn't happened yet".

"I also appreciate the shirt that you decided to wear with it. It's very gay."

"Yeah, that's specifically why my friend from Utah, the other Freddy, picked it out," I said. "He wanted us to have 'matching gay shirts'."

"That's amazing."

"I texted him and told him that I was wearing it today. He was like, 'holy crap, I was gonna wear mine too! Send me a picture of you wearing it so that I can show my boyfriend that we're finally matching!' and I sent him a picture of me fake crying in the shirt. He sent me a frowny face and went, 'Baby, I wanted a happy picture!'."

"Also amazing. And I didn't know that you know how to fake cry."

"Yeah, I don't know why, but it's really easy for me to force out fake tears. Wanna see?"

"No, because—"

Ignoring what Blair said completely, I started the waterworks.

"Oh my god, no, stop. Seeing you cry is going to make me cry, even if it's fake."

"Alright, fine." I wiped the tears off of my face. "I don't want you to actually cry."

There was a very short moment of silence between us.

"...do you think you can teach me how to do that, though?"

"I'm...tempted to ask why, but I won't. And I don't know, probably. When do you want me to?"

"Any time that you feel like it and that I also happen to not be wearing makeup."

"Okay. Maybe on the weekend, then."

We started heading towards one of the front entrances.

Blair suddenly stopped.

"Oh look, there's Leslie and Flynn." She nodded towards a spot near a tree, where Leslie was talking to one of her brothers.

"Hey, you're right." I bent over and picked up a handful of snow.

"You're going to bop her in the head with a snowball, aren't you?" Blair asked.

I turned back around to look at her with a raised eyebrow. "Bop her?" I repeated.

"Yeah... I don't know why I said that. I think the way she speaks is finally starting to rub off on me."

"Well...to answer your question, yes. Yes, I am." I took a few steps to the left. "I don't wanna hit her straight in the face, so I'm gonna go for the back of her head."

I made sure that nobody was approaching (so that I didn't accidentally hit some random person by mistake) and threw the snowball.

It hit the back of Leslie's head.

She spun around and spotted me and Blair. "Dude!"

I didn't know what to say, so I just shrugged and shouted back, "Whoops, my bad!"

She yelled something else before returning to her conversation with Flynn, but I couldn't make out what it was.

I looked back at Blair. "What'd she say?"

"She said, 'Okay, I'll admit, the distance on that throw was impressive, but also go fuck yourself.'"

"Wow. It still sounds so wrong when curse words come out of your mouth. It's like hearing a baby say fuck."