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Pen felt someone toying with her foot under the table. She furrowed her brow and ducked down discreetly, seeing a sandal-encased, pedicured foot tickling her own. She shot a disgusted look at Margot across the table. The other woman failed to notice, as she was gazing coquettishly at Bob, who was oblivious to what was going on under the table. When Margot refused to look at her, Pen delivered a swift kick to the other girl’s shin, causing her to jump and shoot a hurt look at Bob, who looked back in confusion. Margot peered beneath the table, seeing that she had been playing footsie with Pen, not Bob. Without missing a beat, she switched to Bob, who jumped, wide-eyed, and tried to shake the blonde off. She persisted, rubbing her foot against his sensually. Pen was going to kick her again, but Bob placed his hand on her shoulder.
“Margot: Stop.” He looked sternly at the other woman, causing her to grin coyly and shake her head. She pulled her foot away and batted her eyelashes, making Pen’s blood boil. She leaned towards Bob, grabbing his jacket and yanking him to her.
“I’m gonna kill this bitch,” she hissed.
Bob tried to play it off. “Please don’t. I can’t marry you if you’re in prison,” he joked. Pen was not amused and gritted her teeth in reply. “So…Where’s your mom and Grandma?” Bob turned to Demetri, trying to change the subject smoothly.
“They have some art show thing to go to tomorrow, and they wanted to get some rest.” Demetri shrugged.
“Oh…” Awkward silence settled once more over the table. “Margot, seriously, stop!” Bob snapped harshly at the blonde sitting across from him. She, however, did nothing but grin and adjust her seat, continuing to play footsie with the betrothed man on the other side.
Pen slammed her palms down on the table, standing abruptly. “I don’t feel well,” she announced, looking around at the table, lingering furiously on Margot, and then Bob. “Take me home…Mikey?” she asked, looking lamely at her friend with a disparaging face. Mikey looked around, sighed, and stood as well.
“Alright,” was all he said.
They left the restaurant, driving back to Bob’s in silence. They still didn’t talk as they entered, trying to shut the door quietly so as not to wake Bob’s aunt and grandmother. They sat down on the couch, remaining silent for a few minutes longer.
“Pen,” Mikey said finally, breaking the silence. “What’s wrong? You’ve been acting strange ever since we got here.”
Pen sighed and rubbed her temples. “I’m sorry, Mikes. I just…This whole thing with Bob and Margot, and then what happened with Demetri, it just seems like a little more than I can handle for you guys to be here on top of it all.”
Mikey brow furrowed. “Demetri? What happened with Demetri?”
Pen looked at him, eyes wide, regretting having mentioned the incident absent-mindedly. “Umm…nothing. I just…nothing.” All the guilt came flooding back to her as she remembered how she felt when he kissed her, how she’d reacted, and how hurt Bob would be if he found out. Oh, Bob…Here she was, accusing him of being unfaithful when she had kissed his cousin. His best friend…
“Pen, honestly. I can tell when something’s wrong. Something’s obviously happened.”
“I--I can’t say.”
“Really, Pen?’ You say you’re ‘not feeling well,’ so I leave all my friends and take you back here to a strange house because I figure you‘ll explain things to me. I’d like some answers, please.”
Pen sighed heavily, guilted into submission by the truth that Mikey was speaking. “Okay…” she began. “Well…” In a rushing breath, she told Mikey what happened with Demetri, not stopping to take even the slightest breath for fear that she might lose her nerve and be unable to continue. When her story was finished, she gulped and looked away, not wanting to face Mikey.
Mikey faltered; he had no idea what to do. Now that he knew this, how was he not supposed to tell Bob? Bob was his best friend, and he deserved to know that his fiancée was being unfaithful. Then again, Pen was also his friend, and she realized the wrongness of what she’d done…But then again…
“Pen,” Mikey sighed, allowing his shoulders to sag. “Why would you do that?”
“I don’t know!” Pen wailed, pulling a pillow in front of her and leaning her head down on it, frowning. “I know that I love Bob! I do! But if we’re meant to be, why am I finding so hard to trust him, and to be a trustworthy spouse?”
“Well, maybe you’re not meant to be.” As soon as he said it, Mikey wished he could take that statement back. He hadn’t thought, hadn’t let the idea filter before putting it forth into the world. It filled the air, the atmosphere, created a thick, penetrating silence in the room. It squeezed thick tears into Pen’s eyes, and caused them to fall again and again.
Pen gulped, shaking her head slowly from side to side. She sniffed, gasping shallowly. “Please--please…don’t say that…”
Mikey couldn’t say anything more. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, couldn’t take back what he’d said, nor apologize for it. He was utterly speechless.
Pen buried her face into the pillow and cried silently, letting her tears soak through the cushion and stain it with her despair. Mikey’s heart broke knowing that the time for remedying the situation had flittered away, and now he was left to deal with the consequences.
“Mikey,” Pen whimpered, her voice muffled by the pillow. “Will you get me a drink?”
“Pen--”
She lifted her head from the pillow and faced him with a look of sorrow. Pure, melancholy sorrow etched into her features, begging noiselessly. “Mikey, please. Just…Please.” She lay her head back down, not looking up to see if he was getting it or not.
In the end, he sighed, got up, and got Pen a drink. He brought it back to her, holding out the eighth-filled glass for his pitiable friend. She downed it in a second, handing it back to Mikey and asking for more. He brought more, and she drank more. Glass after glass Mikey carried to Pen, who seemed to be getting sadder and sadder with each desperate gulp, looking to the bottom of the cup for the happiness that eluded her.
Within ten minutes, Pen was openly sobbing and clutching at Mikey’s shirt, pulling herself into his lap to be comforted in her inconsolable mood.
“I’m awful, Mikey! Just awful! I--I betrayed Bob’s trust, his love, his heart, everything! What did I do? What’s wrong with me? Mikey! It’s my fault!” Her tears soaked his tee shirt, Mikey not sure what to do for his friend that he loved. He stroked her back soothingly, murmuring nice words to her through her choked sobs. He kissed her hair, making her lift her head and look into his eyes sadly. He kissed the top of her head again, then her forehead, then her nose, then both cheeks…
And then Pen lightly grabbed his face in her hands, pulling it closer until their lips were touching, and it was all over from there.
(Runs away) Don't kill me! OverAndOutxx
“Margot: Stop.” He looked sternly at the other woman, causing her to grin coyly and shake her head. She pulled her foot away and batted her eyelashes, making Pen’s blood boil. She leaned towards Bob, grabbing his jacket and yanking him to her.
“I’m gonna kill this bitch,” she hissed.
Bob tried to play it off. “Please don’t. I can’t marry you if you’re in prison,” he joked. Pen was not amused and gritted her teeth in reply. “So…Where’s your mom and Grandma?” Bob turned to Demetri, trying to change the subject smoothly.
“They have some art show thing to go to tomorrow, and they wanted to get some rest.” Demetri shrugged.
“Oh…” Awkward silence settled once more over the table. “Margot, seriously, stop!” Bob snapped harshly at the blonde sitting across from him. She, however, did nothing but grin and adjust her seat, continuing to play footsie with the betrothed man on the other side.
Pen slammed her palms down on the table, standing abruptly. “I don’t feel well,” she announced, looking around at the table, lingering furiously on Margot, and then Bob. “Take me home…Mikey?” she asked, looking lamely at her friend with a disparaging face. Mikey looked around, sighed, and stood as well.
“Alright,” was all he said.
They left the restaurant, driving back to Bob’s in silence. They still didn’t talk as they entered, trying to shut the door quietly so as not to wake Bob’s aunt and grandmother. They sat down on the couch, remaining silent for a few minutes longer.
“Pen,” Mikey said finally, breaking the silence. “What’s wrong? You’ve been acting strange ever since we got here.”
Pen sighed and rubbed her temples. “I’m sorry, Mikes. I just…This whole thing with Bob and Margot, and then what happened with Demetri, it just seems like a little more than I can handle for you guys to be here on top of it all.”
Mikey brow furrowed. “Demetri? What happened with Demetri?”
Pen looked at him, eyes wide, regretting having mentioned the incident absent-mindedly. “Umm…nothing. I just…nothing.” All the guilt came flooding back to her as she remembered how she felt when he kissed her, how she’d reacted, and how hurt Bob would be if he found out. Oh, Bob…Here she was, accusing him of being unfaithful when she had kissed his cousin. His best friend…
“Pen, honestly. I can tell when something’s wrong. Something’s obviously happened.”
“I--I can’t say.”
“Really, Pen?’ You say you’re ‘not feeling well,’ so I leave all my friends and take you back here to a strange house because I figure you‘ll explain things to me. I’d like some answers, please.”
Pen sighed heavily, guilted into submission by the truth that Mikey was speaking. “Okay…” she began. “Well…” In a rushing breath, she told Mikey what happened with Demetri, not stopping to take even the slightest breath for fear that she might lose her nerve and be unable to continue. When her story was finished, she gulped and looked away, not wanting to face Mikey.
Mikey faltered; he had no idea what to do. Now that he knew this, how was he not supposed to tell Bob? Bob was his best friend, and he deserved to know that his fiancée was being unfaithful. Then again, Pen was also his friend, and she realized the wrongness of what she’d done…But then again…
“Pen,” Mikey sighed, allowing his shoulders to sag. “Why would you do that?”
“I don’t know!” Pen wailed, pulling a pillow in front of her and leaning her head down on it, frowning. “I know that I love Bob! I do! But if we’re meant to be, why am I finding so hard to trust him, and to be a trustworthy spouse?”
“Well, maybe you’re not meant to be.” As soon as he said it, Mikey wished he could take that statement back. He hadn’t thought, hadn’t let the idea filter before putting it forth into the world. It filled the air, the atmosphere, created a thick, penetrating silence in the room. It squeezed thick tears into Pen’s eyes, and caused them to fall again and again.
Pen gulped, shaking her head slowly from side to side. She sniffed, gasping shallowly. “Please--please…don’t say that…”
Mikey couldn’t say anything more. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, couldn’t take back what he’d said, nor apologize for it. He was utterly speechless.
Pen buried her face into the pillow and cried silently, letting her tears soak through the cushion and stain it with her despair. Mikey’s heart broke knowing that the time for remedying the situation had flittered away, and now he was left to deal with the consequences.
“Mikey,” Pen whimpered, her voice muffled by the pillow. “Will you get me a drink?”
“Pen--”
She lifted her head from the pillow and faced him with a look of sorrow. Pure, melancholy sorrow etched into her features, begging noiselessly. “Mikey, please. Just…Please.” She lay her head back down, not looking up to see if he was getting it or not.
In the end, he sighed, got up, and got Pen a drink. He brought it back to her, holding out the eighth-filled glass for his pitiable friend. She downed it in a second, handing it back to Mikey and asking for more. He brought more, and she drank more. Glass after glass Mikey carried to Pen, who seemed to be getting sadder and sadder with each desperate gulp, looking to the bottom of the cup for the happiness that eluded her.
Within ten minutes, Pen was openly sobbing and clutching at Mikey’s shirt, pulling herself into his lap to be comforted in her inconsolable mood.
“I’m awful, Mikey! Just awful! I--I betrayed Bob’s trust, his love, his heart, everything! What did I do? What’s wrong with me? Mikey! It’s my fault!” Her tears soaked his tee shirt, Mikey not sure what to do for his friend that he loved. He stroked her back soothingly, murmuring nice words to her through her choked sobs. He kissed her hair, making her lift her head and look into his eyes sadly. He kissed the top of her head again, then her forehead, then her nose, then both cheeks…
And then Pen lightly grabbed his face in her hands, pulling it closer until their lips were touching, and it was all over from there.
(Runs away) Don't kill me! OverAndOutxx
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