When Opposites Attract

Yes. Yes they are. It's not a regular cartoon for children… I love it anyway! 

 

Oh my god. I couldn't wait to write this. I'm feeling much more motivated.

I'm extremely sorry if this chapter seems rushed as well. I couldn't wait to get these words down.

^.^ Anyway, here it is!
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When Opposites Attract - Chapter 11
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Right when we got home from the theater, I feigned a headache of massive proportions, claiming it was from the special effects in the movie. Giggles started to whine about her interrogation being avoided, but Petunia cut her off, making me some chamomile tea to help me sleep. After they went off to bed, resting quietly in the sleeping bags sprawled on the floor (well, Petunia's bag was at a perfect 90 degree angle to my bed frame) I found myself finally able to relax, and stop thinking about the movies.

However, the next day was a different story.

The minute I entered school, I couldn't stopthinking about what happened. It occupied my mind, distracting me from important tasks like walking, and managing not to stumble into walls. Once the late bell rang, my coordination worsened right as I stepped foot into the classroom. And not because I was a few minutes late for class.

I hesitantly walked down the aisle, the bottoms of my shoes managing to squeak on the newly polished linoleum floor. Each step I took sent my heart into an uncomfortable overdrive that noisily pounded in my ears as the scene from last night kept replaying in my head. Why was it such a big deal? It was only a mishap, an accident, a stupid mistake-

"Miss Flaky, are you planning on getting to your seat anytime soon?" Mr. S grunted sternly.

The class snickered at me, and I felt my face burn bright red in embarrassment as I continued to the very back of the room, awkwardly plopping into my chair. Which was right next to Flippy. Flippy was busy writing in his notebook, however, and did not even turn to acknowledge me; which was surprising: I thought we were on good terms again. Did I imagine everything he said before? Was my paranoid mind creating things that I truly wanted to hear? I felt a tinge of something pierce my heart at the thought. I had no idea what feeling it was, but it hurt.

"I'm assigning the term project today, everyone. Please, try to contain your excitement." Mr. S chuckled.

Nobody laughed. Mr. S coughed, occupying himself with a tissue.

"Ahem, yes. Anyway- don't get too excited. The person you're sitting next to will also be your assigned partner for the next two weeks. Make sure you work hard, this project counts for a quarter of your grade."

Suddenly I turned bright red, refusing to look to my left until my heart dislodged itself from my throat. Two weeks of working alone with Flippy... I knew it was a recipe for disaster- and my spontaneous combustion was a very likely factor. He already put me on edge in a room full of people, but when we were by ourselves? It was completely different. A good kind of different... no, it was bad. It was bad that it felt good to be near him, when I knew exactly what he could do.

I had no idea if I wanted to cry from joy or fear.

Noises of approval and disappointment sounded throughout the classroom as some students grinned at their partners. Others weren't so happy, and immediately walked up to the front desk to try and change partners. Mr. S was adamant about the rules he set and refused everyone that approached him, completely unobservant to the colorful array of obscenities they muttered after sending them back to their desks. Soon the class was overflowing with noisy chatter, the annoying sound of papers constantly being turned, and the distinct pop as students lazily dropped the thin textbooks onto the tables. I could barely hear myself think.

"A-ah, we're supposed to b-be doing o-our report e-either on the makeup of blood and its components or v-vital arteries." I stammered, looking at the instructions on the board, and pausing when he didn't answer.

Brushing my hair from my eyes, I glanced towards him, squeaking as I noticed he was already watching me intently. But... something was different about him; he was very relaxed, leaning back lazily in his chair as he tapped under the desk. Then I saw it: the light glint in his eyes as they progressively turned into that bizarre acid green, and he grinned darkly.

"I was beginning to think you'd never look over here, partner."

All the color drained from my already pale face, and I found myself frozen to the seat. Why was I such a panicky girl? I could have- should have said something; we were in a classroom full of people, for god's sake. In fact, nobody was missing from class that day either- even Splendid was there; and he was usually absent from being constantly called upon to help others.

"You kept me waiting... do you know what happens when people keep me waiting?"

"N-no..." I managed to choke out.

Flippy smirked, crooking his index finger and hooking it around the leg of my chair, dragging it over to him. I knew he could have pulled me over quickly, but he decided to be gradual and elongate the process; watching the fear grow even plainer on my face as I slowly inched closer to him. My heart was slamming against my chest, my stomach was doing somersaults, and I had no idea how I couldn't scream right then.

"I get bored. And when I become bored, I tend to do bad things..."

He pulled his hand out from under the desk to reveal a knife, tapping the blunt end to the new gashes he cut into the wooden underside. He flipped the knife over to grab the handle, running his finger up the side of the metal as he easily created another slice in the desk.

"Y-you shouldn't c-c-carve into s-school p-property." I stammered, before mentally cursing myself. Why the hell would I play the responsible innocent and tell him what to do? Flippy cocked his head to the side, a curious expression on his face.

"Would you rather me carve into you?" he asked quietly, yet his tone was filled with all kinds of menace.

My eyes were stuck on the weapon, and I automatically leaned back in the chair, trying to distance myself. He grinned darkly, tugging me back over.

"Oh no, we need to start on the project, Flakes." he said in a faux worrisome voice.

"I-I-I think t-that can w-wait"- I squeaked miserably, immediately shutting up when he brought the cold blade to my thigh.

"This right here, is a vital artery. Care to tell me which one?" he asked, watching me with a blank expression.

"A-ah..." I felt the answer at the tip of my tongue, but I failed to speak it into existence.

"Tick tock, partner..." he smirked, pressing the knife down further, just so, and my heart skipped a beat as I felt it almost breaking skin. I then realized he was playing a game- a sick and twisted game at that. I had to answer the questions quickly enough, or...

I didn't want to think what would happen.

"F-Femoral"- I croaked, and he nodded in appreciation.

"Very good. Next."

He grabbed my hand, surprisingly gentle, and lightly traced the tip of the blade up my arm- starting at my wrist and ending right above the inside of my elbow, before tracing back down and starting the circuit all over again.

"The arteries that run up here?"

"U-Ulnar, a-a-and Radial"- I said quietly, watching his reflection on the surface of the knife. He arched an eyebrow, pulling the blade further up my arm, pausing an inch or so under my shoulder.

"What about this one?" He said in a deviously knowing voice, and I trembled. We hadn't really covered the artery he was speaking of in class, and the more I tried to remember the name, the further back it slipped into my mind.

"T-the..."

"You're taking too long. What kind of partner does that?"

"I-I'm sorry... I-I-I can't remember"- I whispered.

"Maybe we should cover something else. Like what happens when you don't remember."

He grinned, making a small cut on my arm. I flinched back, wincing in pain. The wound was superficial, yet it hurt enough to feel like it would scar. My whimpers of anguish only seemed to humor him as I covered my arm with my hand, and he laughed quietly.

"You get cut, Flakes. And cuts start to bleed."

I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for him to rip me to shreds, something, but that didn't happen. Instead, the bell rang, the abrupt and shrill noise seeming to startle him. All the blissfully ignorant people stood up, happily exiting class to make their way to lunch. Shaking his head as if he was clearing some sort of fog in his psyche, Flippy's eyes widened, the normal shade snapping back to his irises. I trembled, and his gaze immediately traveled to my hand, where a faint trickle of blood seeped into the dark red fabric of my shirt. Putting the knife away, he rubbed his temples for a moment, exhaling slowly.

"...and this is why I need to stay away from you."

I blinked, letting his words sink in. It was true, what the others all said about him; he was dangerous. The rumors may not all be factual, but the way Flippy was gave people more than enough justification to start them in the first place.

So why in the world was I so stubborn? Everything, every feasible reason that we shouldn't even be remotely close to each other screamed impossibly loud, all the signs were blatantly obvious that I should avoid him, but I still couldn't bring myself to.

Apparently he could read my face like an open book, and Flippy hesitated, pain flashing across his features, before quickly grabbing his books and brushing past me, starting to walk out of the classroom.

"We'll only speak when it's necessary. I'm sorry."

I couldn't stand it anymore, and I actually started to blurt out the things on my mind. What the hell was happening to me? I never spoke up so easily.

"W-what about what you said? I-I-In the nurse's office?"

My words froze him in place, and his hands clenched around the notebooks he held, making the plastic covers bend slightly. I continued speaking, the confidence that ironically never showed when I actually needed it flowing through my voice.

"Y-You said you w-wouldn't leave me again. You p-promised."

He quickly turned back to face me, yet he averted his eyes.

"I'd protect you from everything if I could, Flaky. But I... I don't know if I can protect you from myself."

We stood there silently, my cheeks burning red in frustration as I tried to get through to him, as well as figure out how the conversation took this sort of turn. We both knew it was true; our friendship was on thin ice as it stood. If it delved into anything even a fraction more than that, then it would become something very unstable and dangerous.

That hurt more than any knife could.

"We can't, Flaky. I can't... I"- he cut himself off, blinking in surprise after he finally allowed himself to look at me, while my eyes started to blur as I found myself on the brink of tears.

"Are you crying...?"

I kept my mouth shut, because I knew if I even attempted to give him a response, I would definitely begin to cry. Loud and embarrassing tears, at that. He looked at me in bewilderment, and then I became the one to avert my eyes, keeping my sight on the floor. I heard him sigh, shifting his weight.

"Flaky, you shouldn't ever cry because of me..." he murmured, reaching out and gently wiping away a tear that dared manage to escape my eyes with his thumb. My face immediately seared a darker red at his touch, and he groaned in disbelief.

"Don't you see the kind of effect I have on you? You should've flinched back. You should be scared..."

Yet again, he was right. I should have been scared, but I wasn't. The only thing I felt at that moment, was embarrassed. Embarrassed that I managed to become so vulnerable in his presence, and embarrassed that he managed to obtain that kind of influence over me so quickly.

"I-I'm an idiot..." I mumbled.

"You are..." he responded quietly.

And before I had any chance to respond, he leaned in, and gently pressed his lips to mine. I turned a brighter red than I could ever imagine possible, frozen in surprise; not like the fearful shock I usually found myself in... It was more so a pleasant surprise that sent my already quickened heart rate skyrocketing. The kiss itself was tender, light as a feather compared to the last time I found my lips in contact with Flippy's.

Much too soon for me, he pulled back, sighing like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. And maybe he did.

"I'm an idiot too..." he breathed.

The bell rang again, signaling the beginning of lunch, and we both jumped a bit in surprise. Had everything that just happened only occurred over the span of 5 minutes? He straightened out, keeping his eyes on me as I struggled to compose myself under his steady gaze.

"We're going to be late."

"For lunch? Y-you never g-go."

He shrugged indifferently, the ghost of a smile tugging at his mouth.

"Something changed my mind."
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*fangirl scream* Oh my god oh my god Oh My God...
*explodes and dies from blood loss due to major nosebleed*

 

You watched "Out On A Limb" with Lumpy 
I did warn it was violent Still, I love the show.
And Lumpy's a stupid moose 