Necktie (One Shot)

Necktie

Author's Note: Heyyaaa! I'm back! I guess..? Here's another oneshot 😊
The cover came from the anime "Hyouka" and it's a fan art but I can't find the artist so if someone knew the artist, please mention the name or codename, thank you! I really love that anime ❤️

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Necktie
"Brrr," Tricia whimpered as she fixed her hoodie. "So cold..." She blew her hands hoping that it would give her the warmth she needed.

The jacket is not helping, giving the cold weather a chance to make her shiver. "Brrr,"

Just then, she felt something warm wrapped around her. She was almost thankful for the warmth given by that thing.

Well, it's not a 'thing' though. She grunted.

"Isn't this enough?" The voice was muffled for the face of the person speaking is buried at the back of her neck. Her face felt hot and ironically, she shivered.

"Let go, Marco," she said.

The 'Marco' didn't listen to her. Instead, he rested his chin on her shoulder. "Don't wanna. You're still shivering," he muttered.

She clicked her tongue, giving him a hint that he's already annoying her, but the boy didn't budge.

"Marco, let go. What if the others see us?" She said as she tried to remove his arms. The boy ignored her statement.

"You finished the script up until midnight, didn't you? Now look at you, you look tired and sick. Plus, you're cold. You should've asked me for help,"

Well, that's true. Since their class will hold a play for the school fest, and she was chosen to be the script writer AND the director.

Tricia finally succeeded in untangling Marco from her. Then, some of their classmates finally arrived.

Good timing in removing the silly boy's arms, she thought.

Marco looked disappointed, but he just chuckled a bit and went to his seat.

Marco is Tricia's close friend. They have been friends since middle school, so she might consider him a 'childhood friend'. He's an airhead and he kept on annoying the girl, yet that didn't make her hate him. Instead, she became very fond of him. Even though he's always dependent on her, that didn't make her avoid him.

She might even have fallen inlove with him.

Which is not a good thing.

He might only see her as a friend.

Or worse, as a sister.

Tricia went towards her seat and hanged her sling bag on the hook of her desk.

"Hey Trish! Finished with the script?" Madelyn, her classmate, inquired.

"Yep. Did it for five straight hours," she yawned, handing the papers to Madelyn. The girl smiled brightly.

"Cool! Well then, I'll photocopy this for the characters. Thanks a lot!" Then, Madelyn walked away.

She almost tripped out of excitement, which made Tricia silently stifle a laugh.

She sighed. They only have less than a week to prepare.

Three days have passed.

"Hey Marco," Tricia began as she approached the boy.

She was staring at her copy of the script as she talk to him. "Your costume would be a businessman's. Do you have one?" She asked.

Then, she mentally slapped herself.