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"I don't want to be another girl in your wallet, Johnny." Felicity told him sternly as the pair walked across the football field. After telling him that Jesse was supposed to pick her up at half four, he practically dragged her away from the school, so they were walking instead.
"I know Flick. You won't." He reassured her, smirking at the thought that she wanted to be his girl.
"You'll do it properly then?" She asked, stopping and looking at him. He smirk grew wider.
"I'll do everything properly, doll." He drawled lowly, pulling her close. She smacked his chest and grinned in amusement.
"I mean, you'll talk to Finn. Ask him about it, us, I mean." She corrected him and his face grew solemn.
"Sure doll, if that's what you want." He nodded.
"I don't trust you." She admitted after a moment. His face fell slightly, but his hands never strayed from her waist and his eyes never strayed from her gaze.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"I don't trust that you won't blank me on Monday, or that you'll talk to Finn, or you won't just carry on with the dozen other girls, or you'll just leave me." She told him and when he opened his mouth to disagree with her, she continued, "And you can't blame me either, cos I've known you for ages and I know what goes on up here," she tapped his forehead gently, "and sometimes I don't like it. I really like you, Johnny. Don't fuck this up."
"I won't." He told her, voice caught in his throat.
"If you do, Finn'll beat you up and then I will. And then I'll date Jesse just to annoy you." She threatened, her voice soft.
"You evil woman." He chuckled lowly, leaning into kiss her. His lips were stopped by a finger and she quirked an eyebrow at him. "I will talk to Finn tomorrow." He swore. She smiled and pecked his cheek before turning away, walking casually away as he watched. It was only when she reached the road that ran by the football field, the road that would lead her home, that she turned around to see him fist-pumping the air. She laughed to herself before continuing on her way home.
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It was Sunday afternoon when Bender rapped on the door to the Harris caravan. He leaned by it, waiting for someone to answer, heart beating fast but face a mask of expressionless thoughts. He heard a yell from Finn of, "If that's Joe, tell him wait a minute, it's a mess in here."
"If that's Joe, I think he got the message." Felicity yelled back before answering the door, face splitting into a smile at the sight of the boy. She was wearing a pair of denim overalls, with nothing but a bra underneath and he smirked at the sight of her sun-kissed skin, and resisted the urge to kiss her. Dark hair tumbling down her to her waist in loose curls, eyes alight with the sun, she smiled and opened the door wider.
"Fancy seeing you here." She mumbled, watching him as he strode into her home, filling the space.
"Who is it?" Finn yelled obnoxiously, from his place on the roof. He was drinking a beer and relaxing, waiting for Joe, his boss, to arrive.
"Bender!" Felicity yelled back, obviously irritated by her brother.
"Tell him his package is under the sink." He called back.
"He can hear you, goddamnit!" She yelled back, stomping her foot in annoyance. "And anyway, he's here to talk to you. I'm going to the shop." She announced, grabbing the car keys from the hook and going to leave the room, kissing the corner of his mouth before she sauntered out, shutting the door behind her. He was alone in the caravan, his tall frame filling the kitchen/diner/living room as he looked around. There was a clanging and a thud before Finn strolled into the caravan, drinking from a familiar brown bottle. He looked so like his sister and walked like her, relaxed and carefree. His hair curled around his ears and his eyes crinkled in a smile.
"Hiya Johnny, wassup?" he asked, drawling more than his sister did.
