Tuesday, October 30, 2012

The misadventures of poor Finian round three


Finian was pouting, to put it gently. He had just accidently figured out that Gavin, his best friend, had a crush on Allyson, his other best friend.  And to make matters worse, Finian himself had a crush on her. So where does this leave him? Pouting.

“Stupid Gavin. Stealin’ my girl. Best friends don’t do that! It’s rude. ‘Sides, I saw her first. I get dibs.” The door to his room creaked and Finian dropped the pillow he’d been strangling. Gavin stood in the doorway, looking slightly upset. Gavin didn’t show emotions often, so it was hard to tell. 

“Finian? A-are you mad at me?” Finian didn’t answer, just looking guiltily at the floor. “Finian, I can’t help it if I like her… You can’t choose who you like. But I know you like her too… So… If you want me to… I’ll stop trying to get her to like me.” Finian looked up, startled.

“Hey, you can’t just-“

“I don’t want to make you angry again Finn. You and Ally are the only friends I’ve ever had.” Finian sighed, shaking his head.

“It’s awfully hard to stay mad at you Gavin.” Finian stood up and held a fist over the other hand, open in a palm. “Rock paper scissors for her then?” Gavin cocked his head to the side.

“What’s that?” Finian gaped like a fish for a few moments, before snapping out of it.

“You’ve never played rock paper scissors?”

“No.” Finian sighed again.

“What am I going to do with you? Okay. This is how you play. Paper looks like this.” Finian holds his hand flat, all his fingers out. “Rock is this.” He holds out a fist. “and Scissors looks like this.” He made snipping motions with two of his fingers. “Got it so far?”

“I think so.”

“Alright then, I’m gonna say ‘Rock Paper Scissors Shoot!’ and you have to put your hand like one of those. Rock beats scissors, scissors beats paper, paper beats rock. Okay?” Gavin nodded. “Oh, and no mind reading, got it?” He gave the telepath a soft glare. The boy simply smiled, nodding once more. “Alright then, Rock Paper Scissors Shoot!”

Finian looked at their hands. He himself had gone for paper, and Gavin had gone for- “S-scissors?!?” Finian yet again found himself gaping like a fish. “O-okay, that was just a practice round. Let’s try again. Rock Paper Scissors Shoot!” this time he went for rock, and Gavin went for… paper?! “B-best three out of five?”

Twenty rounds later, Finian felt like crying. He hadn’t won once. He bowed his head in defeat.

“Fine. You win. You can try to win her heart.” The brightest grin Finian had ever seen lit up Gavin’s face. 

“Thank you Finian! Thank you so much!”

“But you’ve gotta make dinner for a month.”

“What? Why?”

“Do you really want to let Allyson keep making dinner?”

“…”

“I didn’t think so.”

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