Orange -by Kelsie

please note this is from a story I have not started writing yet. Marie is rich, Flyn is a master theif


~Orange~
-A Side
Story-

“Flyyyyyyyynnnn!!!”
Marie yelled, leaning over her sleeping friend. “It’s time to wake up!! We’re
going to the store today. You said!!!!” Flyn groaned in his sleep and tried in
vain to escape her grasp. She shook him like a puppy. “GET UUUUPP!!!!”
“UGH!” Marie
leapt of the bed as he swiped at her, landing on the floor with a thud. Flyn
rolled his eyes and covered his head with a fluffy blue pillow. Marie swiped
the blanket off of him. With a loud moan, Flyn pulled himself into a sitting
position, rubbing a hand through his ginger hair. Marie laughed.
“Not a
morning person, eh?” He glared and rubbed his eyes. “Come on already Flyn! You
promised you’d take me! There aren’t any decent stores in our neighborhood, and
I ran out of soap!”
“Ah Marie,
can’t you go by yourself?” Flyn sighed, shoving his black cap on his head.
“You know
I’d get lost! I can’t walk next door without you!”
Flyn raised
an eyebrow. Marie turned pink.
“That’s not
what I meant and you know it! What I meant
was I don’t have a good sense of direction. Now GET UP AND TAKE ME TO THE
STORE!” Flyn sat up, unfazed and only stared at her in reply. She grabbed his
hand and hoisted him across the room. Stumbling, Flyn gave in and started
pouting.

Five minutes
later Flyn had successively escorted Marie to the local supermarket and was
silently following her through the boxed foods aisle.
“I thought
you needed soap.”
Marie glared
and shook her head sadly.
“You poor,
poor boy. Can’t you just enjoy shopping?” She picked up a box of macaroni, read
the labels, and put it back. “It is necessary for me to browse when I shop, or
I’ll get irritable.” Flyn rolled his eyes while they turned a corner into the
produce section. Suddenly he darted
forward, knocking Marie to the ground in his haste.
“Ow, Flyn!!
That hurt! What’s your problem?” Marie brushed herself off and bristled at the
sight before her. “YOU KNOCKED ME OVER TO GAZE AT A BOX OF ORANGES?!?!?!?” Flyn
flinched and pulled the oranges close to his chest.
“They’re
mine! MINE!! You can’t have them!”
Flyn practically hissed at her. “MY ORANGES!” Marie raised her hands in
surrender and backed up a bit.
“All right,
All right, calm down Flyn. Now, are you going to pay for those?” Flyn shot
daggers and shoved his hands into his pockets. He came up with nothing. He
scowled.
“Fine… could
you buy them?” The teen grimaced.
“Hmm. Let me
think, how much do you want those oranges Flyn? Enough to take me anywhere I
wish for a week?” Marie smirked. Flyn let out a string of words in a language
she didn’t know, then sighed and nodded. Grinning, Marie danced over to the
register, and paid for her items. Noting the way Flyn was staring lovingly at
his oranges, Marie made a mental note to have him take her to a salon tomorrow.
She wanted to get some orange scented shampoo.
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