Fleur

                                    

                                          
"I'm really sad for Martha, she seemed to like you a lot." Tony says, hiding his laugh as he flops down beside me on the sofa. "Very funny." I take the bottle of beer from him and take a sip, the alcohol feels welcome after the weird day I've spent today. "Really, no, jokes apart, I mean, it would really feel bad if I were in her place. She's a very nice person, smart, works as a designer, it's nice spending time with her. But with this kind of a start, I can hardly imagine hanging out with her as friends." I take another sip. Tony laughs and then nods.
 "I like the idea of this app, it would help you, you know? You could tell Vivian and John that you're already seeing someone, they would stop pestering you if you had a date for all these weddings." Tony says gesturing at the telly, where Noah Centineo is setting up 'The Stand In' app. We're watching 'The Perfect Date' today. Thank God, he has a Netflix subscription. And beer. This is the best part of my day today. "Probably not, because Vivian wouldn't buy it, anyways... I don't understand why they are trying to do this to me. It's not like I'm the only single one in the whole group, you're single too, why aren't they annoying you?" I ask him, genuinely curious. I didn't realize this before today.
"I'm not... I'm not-not single. I have a girlfriend." I'm surprised at his reply. I didn't know about this. But I don't really have an explanation for the heavy feeling that settles in my stomach at his words. "Oh, I didn't... know that. How come I haven't seen her?" I ask him. "Um... she... she doesn't like to go out very much. She's an indoor kind of a person." I nod at his explanation. He seems very nervous all of sudden. He's not looking at me, that is so not Tony. He always looks at people's eyes when he talks, it's a quality I really admire, because it's something that holds your attention, his eyes are very catchy, warm and soft, deep. I don't like it when he behaves like this. Why does he have to be so awkward around me, is something wrong with me?
"Um... Fiona?" His eyes meet mine and it's only then that I realize that I've been staring at him for the past few minutes. I clear my throat and turn away quickly. "You never talk about her." I say after a moment, "What's she like?"
"What is she like? Um... well, I think she's a bit of a lone wolf, likes to be with herself, but she's very funny, very dry and sharp sense of humor, she loves her job. She loves her family too, very caring... She is a bit thick headed sometimes, but she is a sweetheart, really... There's a lot more to her story... to why she is the way she is. Some people might say that she's... rude, but I don't think she does it on purpose, she... intrigues me. I like her very, very much. Like, very much. When I first saw her... beautiful. She's beautiful." his eyes never leave mine as he continues, the heaviness in my stomach continues to grow with it, "She's got these... blue eyes, long lashes. Her eyes are very expressive. I can read every emotion, happiness, annoyance, sadness, pain... jealousy?" his words strike me like a thunderclap. That feeling in my stomach, it is jealousy, I'm jealous, of... why? He continues, "I like her lips, full and pout, when she smiles, it makes me want to smile too. I want to see her smile every day, every moment of my life. And... I dunno, she's cute. Like a teddy bear. You kind of want to hug her and cuddle with her all the time." he smiles and I really can't figure out why something inside me wants to be the one he's talking about. Where are these feelings coming from? He is still looking at me, his eyes, the look in them make me feel oddly fuzzy. "What's her name?" I need to know who this woman is, who is the one that has such a beautiful man wrapped around her little finger like this. He's positively besotted by her.
Tony still doesn't seem to be out of the daze that he had fallen into while describing his secret girlfriend, but he replies anyway, "Fiona." My heart stops suddenly as I squeak out a "What?!" "Um... I mean, Fiona, you want to know her name?" he looks positively alarmed, his face flushes a brilliant red as he determinedly stares at the TV screen. "Oh. Yes... I want to know her name." I tell him when I feel my heart starting to beat again. "Um... her name is F... Fi... Fleur. Fleur, her name is Fleur." he says, nodding to himself. How can someone be so confused about their girlfriend's name? He's so clueless and stupid sometimes, I... it's adorable, really. The previous heaviness still continues to linger inside me so I change the subject. "Nice name. Anyway... you... you could tell me about your family. I mean, you are practically Vivian's straight guy crush and he's all the family I have. So, you know everything about my family, it's only fair if I know about yours." I say, taking a sip from my bottle and willing that feeling to go away.
"My family, well, I don't have any siblings, just mum and dad. My mum was a nurse and my dad works as an editor in a publishing house. That's all. They don't live very far away. It's a drive of just a few minutes." he tells me. I nod. There is an awkward silence. This whole 'awkward silence' thing has become so usual that it doesn't even feel awkward anymore. If I'm being honest it's... almost comfortable. "At least you don't have to deal with the unimaginable sappiness I have to deal with everyday... Not to mention the inappropriately loud lovemaking." I say, making him snort.
"What?" I ask. "Oh, you have noooo idea. You hear your brother quite frequently, I had to hear my parents, once. Now you tell me how I felt." he shrugs in a 'told you so' manner at my, possibly, horrified expression. "Well, that is... certainly much more gross, actually." I say, nodding in understanding. "I didn't mind that much. They love each other. It's a way of expression. I guess I would find... um... loud vocal appreciation... quite erotic." he says, flushing a brilliant pink color. "'Loud Vocal Appreciation'? Really?" he blushes even deeper at my laugh. "Well, you have a girlfriend, doesn't she... um... yeah, appreciate your prowess in bed through loud vocals?" mocking their sex life somehow eases that heaviness in my stomach. I just cannot figure out why it is not going away. It's not like I... never mind.
He mumbles something under his breath. "Sorry, I didn't get that. Oooh... please don't tell me she writes sonnets about it." I laugh even harder as Tony looks like he's wishing that the floor swallows him whole. He's indescribably cute.
"I wouldn't know. I've never had sex." he mutters after my laughter comes a bit under my control.
I do a double take at him. "Come again?" I am very shocked. The shameless flirt is actually a virgin!?
"I said... I... I'm a virgin." he mumbles. He looks so embarrassed and cute that I have the weirdest urge to pull his cheeks. When I say nothing for a few minutes, he peeks at me from beneath his lashes and then immediately turns his gaze when he sees the gobsmacked expression on my face. He looks like a shy little puppy and I honestly don't know why I want to hug him really, really tight. I feel all... cuddly all of sudden. "It's not like that, okay? I've done other things, you know... like... bl... oh come on! You know... other things!" he looks like he can't get any redder and I burst out laughing. He looks at me with a flat expression for a moment and then a very sweet little smile appears on his face, the dimples on his cheeks deepen.
"You are too cute to resist! How does she control herself?" I only realize what I've said when his smile disappears. I immediately flush and take a sip from my bottle to hide it. Very slowly a mischievous and flirty smirk lights up his face. "Really?" he asks me. "Oh! Shut up!" I say as I place my bottle on the table and throw a cushion at his face. He immediately puts his bottle down. "You did not just do that!" that is all the warning I get before being assaulted by the cushion accompanied by tickling fingers. "Tony, no! Tony! To-no! Tony stop...."
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I finally manage to wrench the cushion out of his hands with a strong pull. I didn't think of the consequence of the move.
He loses balance and topples on top of me, and our noses bump. He looks just as shocked as I think I look. How am I supposed to move if he decides to hold me there with his gaze? Damn his sparkly eyes to the ocular hell! The atmosphere turns heavy and I don't know what to do. I'm feeling a bit hot, to be honest, also, this wasn't supposed to happen.
I bite my lip and his eyes immediately fly to the act, before he meets my gaze again. His lips part slightly.
Too much! Fiona. Too much! Get a move on!

"I think I should go to bed." my words come out a bit breathless. What the actual fuck is happening to me? Nonetheless it seems to bring Tony back to reality. He immediately moves away.

A/N: Any guesses on why Fiona is jealous? 😏😏. Anyways, I would love it if you guys left some comments and votes. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Bye!