My flash fic is late. Boo. Past few days have been rough (mostly insomnia o.O) so I decided to choose some positive self-care and put myself to bed early the other night…and do my flash fic later. And I’m much better for it, so wooot #teamselfcare!
This week’s prompt, as always, is in bold in the story.
Cassie opened the fridge and pulled the chocolate cake from the top shelf. She’d made the stupid thing for Ryan, becasue it was his favorite, to celebrate his promotion at work. That was before she’d heard from her sister – who had heard from his sister – that he’d planned on ending things with her. Apparently, his parents had convinced him that Cassie wasn’t right for him.
She snorted as she straightened. She’d known they wouldn’t like her and Ryan going from friends to something more – not after “the scandal” – but she’d honestly thought Ryan would last more than a fucking week of officially dating before questioning things…and here they were – less than a week, and he was breaking it off.
Well, fuck that. She’d allow herself however long it took to demolish this cake to wallow, then she had to move on. And make better fucking choices. Because this last one? She wasn’t just losing a boyfriend, but the boy who’d taken her hand in kindergarten and claimed her as his best friend forever.
Who was she kidding? She was going to need more cake. Because moving on was going to take a helluva long time. She wasn’t even sure it was possible. How do you move on from losing someone who starred in twenty-five years of your life?
“Starting without me?”
Cassie yelped, the fridge door slamming shut as she spun around, fumbling to keep the cake from dropping. Ryan leaned against the doorframe, the corner of his mouth tugged up in that blasted half-smile that never failed to give her butterflies in her stomach.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” she blurted.
He tilted his head to the side, brow furrowed. “Thought we were celebrating tonight?” he said slowly. “Did I get it wrong?”
She blinked. Stared. Then blinked again. “But you… Joanna told Beth…” She snapped her mouth shut and inhaled through her nose. “You broke up with me.”
“Really?” he drawled, pushing away from the doorjamb. “Funny…I don’t remember doing that.”
“Well, you’re going to.” She frowned. “Aren’t you?”
He shook his head, mouth twitching into a smile, again. “What have I told you about listening to our sisters? Never ends well, sweetheart.”
“So, your parents didn’t try to convince you not to see me anymore? That being associated with my family would be- Hey!” she exclaimed as he slowly moved toward her. “Take one step closer to me, before you explain yourself, and I swear to God, I’ll…I’ll…” she held the cake up threateningly, “I’ll drop this cake! I’ll do it! Don’t test me!”
His stride didn’t even falter.
“I mean it, Ry!”
“Fuck the cake.” Stepping up to her, he met her gaze as he lifted his arm and knocked it against hers.
She watched the cake drop, watch it explode across the floor and splatter on their feet and lower legs. “I can’t believe you just did that!”
“I can’t believe you thought I’d break up with you. Don’t you get it, yet? I don’t care what my parents say. I don’t care what either of our families say or even think. I don’t care that your dad embezzled millions and ran away and caused ‘the scandal’. All I care about, all that matters, is you and me.” He cupped her face gently. “Cass, you’re my best friend, and I love you. I’ve loved you since we were five, for fuck’s sake. Nothing and no one is going to change that.”
Her eyes burned, and her breathing hitched. “I love you, too,” she managed.
He grinned then leaned down. When his mouth settled over hers, everything seemed to slot back into place – everything was good, again. Except…
When he pulled back, she glanced down at the chocolate mess they were practically standing in. “It’s your favorite,” she murmured.
“Nah.” He pressed another kiss to her lips. “You are.”