Mikannie Week 2020

Day One: Fake Dating/Coming Out

I combined both prompts for this day. yeah babey
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Annie had planned on having a peaceful Friday night. She'd put a bag of popcorn in the microwave, and just sat down on the couch to watch something on Netflix. Bra was off, lights on dim, thick woollen blanket wrapped around her.

She'd just decided on Pride & Prejudice when the doorbell rang.

Who the hell is calling at seven-thirty?

Annie didn't want to get up. It was probably just a door-to-door salesman, or the Jehovah's Witnesses. Her roommates didn't need to ring the bell, they had their own keys. And if they'd lost the keys, well, it wasn't any of her business. Annie was fully prepared to ignore whoever was at the door, settling back down in her seat.

As she went to play the movie, the doorbell rang again. The bell was accompanied by knocking and calling.

"Answer the door, Leonhardt!"

The rude invader wasn't going away. With a huff and an eye-roll, Annie threw the remote on the couch. If it was possible to angrily unlatch and open a door, Annie did that.

"What do you want?" Annie asked. In the apartment corridor stood Mikasa Ackerman - Annie's longtime rival, close friend of a short-winded fling, and gorgeous successful Amazon. She was a martial artist and worked at a magazine company. She always looked like she was going to a modelling shoot.

"I need you to do me a favour," Mikasa asked.

Annie took a sweeping glance at Mikasa, at her slightly mussed hair and black leather clutch purse that didn't match with her casual post-workout 'fit.

"No," Annie said, and began to shut the door.

"Wait, please," Mikasa said. She stuck her sneaker in the door, stopping it from closing. "Annie. It's important."

It'd better be. Annie took another look at Mikasa, who looked pleadingly at her.

Reluctantly, Annie let her in. Mikasa sat down at the kitchen table, setting her purse down. She looked out of place in Annie's apartment, like an astronaut in a cottage. She took a deep breath and began to explain.

"Annie, I need you to be my fake girlfriend."

Annie stood still, rooted to the spot in surprise. Mikasa had not just asked for that, right? To be her...

Mikasa tensed up. "For just one evening. I promise, I'll pay you back. I'll buy you donuts for a month. No, two months."

"Why?" Annie asked, arms crossed. The offer of donuts for two months sounded tempting, almost enough for Annie to consider Mikasa's offer. That didn't mean the offer made any sense, however.

Mikasa looked away from Annie, embarrassed. "I told my colleagues I had a date to get out of an office party last month. And then they asked more about my fake partner and I said I'd had a girlfriend for a while, and I would have gotten away with it if my boss hadn't invited me to the company dinner and told me to bring my fake girlfriend as a plus one because he wanted to meet you."

But why me? Annie wanted to ask. Mikasa had other friends, closer friends, who would have been better picks for her fake date.

"I know, I know you're straight, and I know you're busy, and I know you don't like me all that much but please," Mikasa begged. Tears welled in her eyes. "You're the only one who can help me."

Her words made Annie feel uneasy. She wanted to deny Mikasa's claim, because it was wrong... maybe? Annie didn't hate Mikasa. In fact, she liked having a rivalry.