Myshuno Prompt #21
Prompt: Follow Your Heart
Characters: Erin Devereaux and Matthew Grunt
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Erin makes a big decision. This takes place during Quinn's wedding.
Notes: Myshuno Prompt #21 provided by lilycobalt
Word Count: 716
My Card.
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Erin stomped her foot again in frustration as she watched Puck walk out the door. She had the mad urge to follow him, but pride reared up within her.
If he's not interested, then fine. Screw him. I'm not gonna chase him like some lovesick girl.
She leaned against the wall in a huff. She had been so sure that he had been interested. His kiss, which she could still feel the ghostly echo of his lips on her own, had certainly shown interest. And then there were...other things she had felt that had indicated it as well. But then he had pulled away from her and practically ran out the door.
Asshole. She kicked the wall behind her.
"So where's your boyfriend?"
She looked over and saw that Matthew Grunt, her high school boyfriend, first lover, and long time friend, standing there. "He ditched me. And he's not my boyfriend!"
The blond haired man leaned against the wall next to her and grinned. "But you want him to be. You're warm for his form."
"No I don't and no I'm not!"
He laughed. "Ere, how long have we known each other? Please. I think I know you pretty well and I can tell when you have the hots for someone." He bumped his shoulder against hers. "You used to look at me like that."
She gave him a long look. "Matt, will you father my children? No strings attached." She scowled when he burst out laughing.
"Oh my God, can you imagine? Do you know how hard it was to convince Christina to stop throwing darts at your picture after she and Puck broke up?"
"Did she really do that?"
"Well no, not exactly. But let's just say she wasn't terribly thrilled when she found out that you and I used to date. The difference between me and Puck is that I don't carry a torch for you, not anymore at least. He did and still does."
"So I take it that's a 'No.'"
"It is. Sorry."
"Well thank you so much for the second unwanted blow to my ego. Both in the last five minutes, too. Fan-fucking-tastic. Am I really that unattractive?"
He raised his eyebrows and snorted. "Are you really going to fish for compliments?"
"I'm not fishing for compliments! And..and can you just stop remembering that you know me so well? It's unfair!"
"Nope."
She glared at him and sniffed. "Now I remember why we broke up: You're a smart-ass."
"Yep. And for the record: we broke up because we're better friends than lovers. And as your friend I have to ask you why you're all bent out of shape over Puck? I've seen you date a bunch of people and you were never like this."
"Because I really, really like him," she whispered.
He cocked his head and cupped his hand around his ear. "What was that?"
She punched his arm. "You heard me."
His face had a mock expression of pain as he rubbed his arm in an exaggerated manner. "So then why are you here kicking walls and punching me? Tell him you like him."
"I did! He said that he didn't like me."
"Really? He said that? He's totally lying."
"Well, no, he didn't say it outright. But he's pretending he doesn't like me. I don't know why."
"Then go to his house and give him a few punches and kicks. Maybe he'll tell you what's up."
"I'm not going to chase him like a lovesick puppy."
"Erin, you are a lovesick puppy." He fended off her playful blows with a laugh. "I'm serious. Go. Go follow your heart or whatever those sappy love songs whine on about. At least you'll get rid of some of your aggression. My girlfriend's going to wonder where all my bruises came from. Speaking of Christina," he chastely kissed her cheek, "I should go back to the reception. Say 'Hi' to lover boy for me."
Erin stuck her tongue out at him. After he went back inside the reception hall, she sighed and eyed the doors to the outside. With a decisive nod, she walked out to hail a cab.
Huh, she thought as ten cabs pulled up to the curb, maybe this is a sign that I'm doing the right thing.
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Characters: Erin Devereaux and Matthew Grunt
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Erin makes a big decision. This takes place during Quinn's wedding.
Notes: Myshuno Prompt #21 provided by lilycobalt
Word Count: 716
My Card.
***
Erin stomped her foot again in frustration as she watched Puck walk out the door. She had the mad urge to follow him, but pride reared up within her.
If he's not interested, then fine. Screw him. I'm not gonna chase him like some lovesick girl.
She leaned against the wall in a huff. She had been so sure that he had been interested. His kiss, which she could still feel the ghostly echo of his lips on her own, had certainly shown interest. And then there were...other things she had felt that had indicated it as well. But then he had pulled away from her and practically ran out the door.
Asshole. She kicked the wall behind her.
"So where's your boyfriend?"
She looked over and saw that Matthew Grunt, her high school boyfriend, first lover, and long time friend, standing there. "He ditched me. And he's not my boyfriend!"
The blond haired man leaned against the wall next to her and grinned. "But you want him to be. You're warm for his form."
"No I don't and no I'm not!"
He laughed. "Ere, how long have we known each other? Please. I think I know you pretty well and I can tell when you have the hots for someone." He bumped his shoulder against hers. "You used to look at me like that."
She gave him a long look. "Matt, will you father my children? No strings attached." She scowled when he burst out laughing.
"Oh my God, can you imagine? Do you know how hard it was to convince Christina to stop throwing darts at your picture after she and Puck broke up?"
"Did she really do that?"
"Well no, not exactly. But let's just say she wasn't terribly thrilled when she found out that you and I used to date. The difference between me and Puck is that I don't carry a torch for you, not anymore at least. He did and still does."
"So I take it that's a 'No.'"
"It is. Sorry."
"Well thank you so much for the second unwanted blow to my ego. Both in the last five minutes, too. Fan-fucking-tastic. Am I really that unattractive?"
He raised his eyebrows and snorted. "Are you really going to fish for compliments?"
"I'm not fishing for compliments! And..and can you just stop remembering that you know me so well? It's unfair!"
"Nope."
She glared at him and sniffed. "Now I remember why we broke up: You're a smart-ass."
"Yep. And for the record: we broke up because we're better friends than lovers. And as your friend I have to ask you why you're all bent out of shape over Puck? I've seen you date a bunch of people and you were never like this."
"Because I really, really like him," she whispered.
He cocked his head and cupped his hand around his ear. "What was that?"
She punched his arm. "You heard me."
His face had a mock expression of pain as he rubbed his arm in an exaggerated manner. "So then why are you here kicking walls and punching me? Tell him you like him."
"I did! He said that he didn't like me."
"Really? He said that? He's totally lying."
"Well, no, he didn't say it outright. But he's pretending he doesn't like me. I don't know why."
"Then go to his house and give him a few punches and kicks. Maybe he'll tell you what's up."
"I'm not going to chase him like a lovesick puppy."
"Erin, you are a lovesick puppy." He fended off her playful blows with a laugh. "I'm serious. Go. Go follow your heart or whatever those sappy love songs whine on about. At least you'll get rid of some of your aggression. My girlfriend's going to wonder where all my bruises came from. Speaking of Christina," he chastely kissed her cheek, "I should go back to the reception. Say 'Hi' to lover boy for me."
Erin stuck her tongue out at him. After he went back inside the reception hall, she sighed and eyed the doors to the outside. With a decisive nod, she walked out to hail a cab.
Huh, she thought as ten cabs pulled up to the curb, maybe this is a sign that I'm doing the right thing.
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