“Oh.”
The door opens. The dark room suddenly cut through with light from the hallway, the speaker’s silhouette breaking it up into irregular beams.
Tangled on the floor, Terry and Marcus startle, faces jerking away from each other hurriedly.
Stunned, they stare.
Harry stares back. Realizes she’s staring. Quickly looks away.
“O-oh,” she says again, flush climbing high on her cheeks. “I-I didn’t mean to interrupt, I’ll just…” she steps back, hand reaching for the doorknob. Before she door clicks shut she adds, “Use protection, little brother!”
Still stunned, they stare.
The room goes dark once more.
“Oh my god!” Terry shouts, practically flinging himself away from Marcus who is gagging and shuddering away as well.
“She thinks we were having sex!”
—
Terry and Marcus were not, in fact, having sex.
Mostly because Terry and Marcus did, in fact, hate each other.
(And while both of them knew hate sex was, in fact, a thing that existed, neither of them actually wanted to dwell to long on that matter.)
Terry and Marcus were, instead, trying to beat the living daylights out of each other in secret. Not that their animosity for each other was much of a secret, but Harry liked to live in a world where conflicts could be solved either by friendship or baked goods, and seeing as how Harry is both Terry’s older sister and Marcus’ best friend they’ve both grown up trying their best not to disappoint her. Or otherwise have cupcakes forcibly shoved down their throats.
(It was Harry’s 8th and Terry’s 6th birthday party–always combined because they were both born within a week of each other–when Marcus developed an acute fear of blue frosting for the rest of his life)
On the one hand, both men hated each other’s guts. On the other, if they didn’t play along with Harry’s delusion for at least a little while, they might end up the first double homicide via pastries and that would just be embarrassing.
So fake relationship it was.
(It’s not like either of them hadn’t noticed how attractive the other had become, and maybe in a different life they’d be each other’s type.
If it weren’t for their god awful personalities, that is.)
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A/N: set up for a fake relationship thing which is always my favorite thing to read but which I don’t think I can write without some practice…
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