FRENCHY.

Maybe Frenchy sort of reminded Jo of their own siblings… Though it wasn’t as if any of them had ever listened to their advice on dating, probably for good reason. Jo had never dated around, nor would they ever start unless something disastrous happened. Especially not after seeing all their friend’s dating mishaps. “Let’s go… volunteer at a food kitchen!” The suggested, thinking of the least romantic activity they could think of after a failed date, “We’ll be helping out tons of people, and you won’t even be able to think about some dumb date! Now that’s a million dollar idea, eh?”

           ALIZ COULD NOT help but laugh when the girl said she was planning on staying away from boys from a long time. “ until a new cutie walks in and wipes you off your feet, huh ? “, she teased, lifting a brow as she moved her hand up and down frenchy’s upper arm in a comforting manner. after all, aliz had sworn to stay away from boys ( in an emotional way, at least ) and look at her… opening her heart to them slowly but surely. “ so… you really liked this guy a lot, didn’t you ? “, aliz wondered when her friend her heart needed time to mend. “ me ? oh – not a whole lot. just… work, work, work. “.

      “ i don’t have a heart, just a small glimmer of a soft side, ” kenickie responded with that same, cool ease as he was known for. he did have a heart, and a pretty big one at that, but he wouldn’t dare reveal that easily. however, frenchy was a good friend of his, and he felt oddly protective toward her. “ i’ll buy you one, and that’s only because i got a real big tip earlier. don’t think this is a regular thing. ” as he walked by her side, he rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t help the small hint of a smile on his brims. “ i won’t do shit ! i swear. honest. ”

“Excellence. It tastes like excellence.” Sarah replied seriously, although it didn’t take long for a grin to spread on her face as she leapt from the couch to go dive into the freezer portion of her ice box. “But technically, excellence tastes like peanut butter ice cream with pretzel and brownie bits.” She read aloud from the back of the container as she brought it along with two spoons back to the couch. “The perfect combination to forget about dumb boys who clearly have no brain in that head of theirs.”

      “NO BUTS, BUTTS ARE FOR the boys who actually show up.” she said with a twist on the words, wiggling her fingers on the outstretched hand to her pink haired friend. as soon as the phone hit her palm, she grinned a devious little smile, “thank you!” she chirped, fingers already getting to work on investing the dude as she opened their texts, “first off, i need to see what this dumb ass looks like…” she hummed, finding the guy’s instagram from their shared links and looking through it with a creased brow, “really, french? really?” rizzo said with a click of her tongue, turning the phone towards her best friend to display the douche-baggy like photo, “total waste of time, you’re way out of his league.” and with that, she turned the phone back to herself, beginning to type up her message, “dear dicks for brains….” the raven haired beauty hummed, smiling to herself as her fingers began to tap the screen at a rapid pace.

“There’s a world of women who feel the exact same way you do,” she let out a laugh, her head shaking from side to side. There had been good reason why she wasn’t in a long term relationship, but this wasn’t about her, this was about the girl before her. “Ah, well me too. Let’s find one of those instead, shall we?” The smile grew onto Fleur’s features, offering her a hand. “I think I know just the place to go.”

She felt sorry for the girl, the ramblings only meant some form of heartbreak. Truth be told, Fleur had never been in her shoes. Her eyes had always been so focused on her career that she had never been swept away by any form of romance. But empathy still ran fluidly through her veins, enough for a small pout as she looked over towards her. “Men are absolutely dreadful,” Fleur reasoned, a small laugh coming from her lips. “And terribly ungrateful. I’m sorry that anyone would leave you high and dry, darling.” Lips pursed together, head tilting to the side. “Maybe I could get you a coffee or something? Lighten up the mood with a little friendly conversation?”

          WHEN THE GIRL asked for a raincheck on aliz’s offer, the woman nodded and smiled. “ of course – whenever the time is right for you. “, she reassured, hand move up and down frenchy’s arm in a comforting manner. aliz knew a lot of people, surely she would be able to find someone who would suit frenchy. besides, the fact that the girl asked for some more time would actually work in her advantage – that meant she would have more time to find the perfect date for her friend. “ you know i would not ask for anything in return. it’s what friends do for one another. “.

       “EXCUSE ME, pause, rewind, some dick for brains stood you up?” rizzo asked with a raise of a brow, a flash of anger appearing in her eyes before she shook her head, “that is absolutely unacceptable, give me your phone, now.” and she extended a hand, palm up as she wiggled red manicured fingers while waiting. “nobody stands my frenchie up and gets away with it, i’m about to end this mans whole life.” she explained with a roll of her eyes, rizzo had always been rather protective of the pink haired girl, ever since they were young and the two crossed paths she saw something special in her. sure, frenchy could be a bit soft around the edges, but she had this drive about her that rizzo had always admired and for that she was her biggest supporter. “i bet he wasn’t even all that to begin with.”

Sarah loved Frenchy dearly. The girl had a heart of gold, who wouldn’t? But Sarah sometimes felt a little lost whenever she was called to these sort of gab sessions as she was absolutely clueless about the inner machinations of the male mind and thus helpless to poor Frenchy. “Yeah, well…at least you know not to call him.” Sarah reminded her, giving her a gentle pat on the back. “Do you want ice cream? I just got a whole bunch from the grocery store. There’s this new flavor called Netflix and Chill’d and it’s amazing.”

chino was a bit of an avoider, so when he saw frenchie, he tried his best to get away before it was too late.  unfortunately for him, he got wrapped up in talking with her and somehow ended up at her place.  chino was never good with exes and now she was talking about a date.  was she trying to make him jealous?  he wasn’t sure but he was sure that this couldn’t get much worse.  “sounds like a dick.”  he wasn’t really one to talk though, knowing the two didn’t end things well.  “want me to handle him?,” the shark joked a little, lightly punching one hand into the palm of the other.

Jo could almost laugh at Frenchy’s backtracking if it didn’t sound all-too-similar to their sibling’s guy troubles back home. Why did people even bother dating? Jo was of the opinion that you were the only person who could make yourself happy in life, not anyone else. And certainly not if you were gonna spend all your time hoping for a guy to show up when he clearly wasn’t… “Or maybe, he’s a dick and you could’ve spent that time finding your next Hot Boy of the Month,” Jo punched (lightly) at Frenchy’s arm, trying to get the pink hired cutie to buck up, “Come on, I’ll betcha a million dollars we can find something for you to do tonight that doesn’t involve boys at all.”

       “ nah. i was just messing. ” he had this thing with french where he simply couldn’t do anything to upset her. partly because if he upset her, the prospect of rizzo’s reaction was not a pretty sight, partly because he couldn’t deal with the puppy dog eyes she’d perfected over the years. she’d perfected how to get him wrapped around her finger without even realising. “ you want a milkshake or some shit ? ” because that was usually the best distraction when it came to making sure she was content. “ and you can tell me all about this asswipe who didn’t rock up. hey, show me a photo ? ”

            “ I USUALLY GO with men are pigs, but i like yours better. “, aliz replied with a single nod, lower lip jotted out in an impressed manner. “ men are the ameobas on fleas on rats. that truly is one to remember, frenchy. “, she told her hairdresser, hoping to lift the girl’s spirits a bit. frenchy had been there for her through a lot of rants about men and how idiotic they are ( the disadvantage of being a hairdresser, perhaps ? ) so it was only fair to return the favor. “ clearly, he was a fool if he let you go. look at you – you’re adorable. such a catch. you deserve way better than a dog like that. “, aliz reminded the girl, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “ you should let me set you up. i might know a guy or two who could be suited for you. and i promise you, they’re no amoebas. “.

Jo wasn’t sure where this outburst from little Frenchy cme from, but they did not exactly disagree… Only the whole ‘not all men’ thing came up in Jo’s mind but no - this guy who stood Frenchy up could definitely be called an amoeba on a flea on a rat. “Psh, that’s why you never wait an hour,” Jo spoke as if they had any dating experience at all. They may not have dated much, but they were more than used to their own sibling’s romantic troubles being the hot gossip of their family, “Ditch the guy, block his number, unfollow him on everything. That’s what I would do.”

       “ oh french, ” kenickie moaned loudly, obnoxiously so, as one large hand flew up to clutch at his heart in a dramatic motion. his slender, tall frame collapsed against the wall behind him as he did so. “ ouch, you cut me real deep. ” sarcasm dripped from his tone, a matching grin appearing on his lips now. frenchy would be used to his ways by now. however, he now leaned his shoulder against the wall, his hands burying into the pockets of his leather jacket. “ what happened, huh ? do you want me to go have a word with the jackass, or d’ya think your hair looked like a traffic light from a distance ? ” he jested, extending an arm, then a finger, to prod at her arm. 

"men are rats!" frenchy huffed, letting herself fall back on the couch. "no, they're fleas on rats." she corrected herself before she was hit with something better. "worse than that! they're amoebas on fleas on rats. i mean, they're too low for even the dogs to bite." okay, that should be enough. it feels like a good line. no need to keep messing around with it, as moody as she is. after a moment of scowling, her shoulders slumped and her face shifted into a pout. somebody didn't have good luck with her date. "can you believe the guy didn't even show up? i ended up sitting all by myself out there for an hour. an hour. no text, no anything."