Who: Bertram and Franzy
Where: His room :x
What: They discuss things.
When:
After sex last nightish/nowish
Franzy always loved spending time with Bert. And it wasn't just because of the sex, not that it wasn't good, cause it
was. But you know he was fun and she would say they had good coversations but they really didn't talk all that much, well they did sometimes. Maybe it should just be left at being complicated, because Franzy couldn't really sort it out in her head let alone
explain it to any one.
"So..." She started after she put back on her shirt, sitting on the edge of the bed. She chewed on her lip. Why was she bringing this up again? Oh yea because it was the right thing to do or some shit like that. It wouldn't be right to be off talking to her ex behind his back, right? Even though they
weren't dating, still the right thing to do. "Stubby Boardman is talking to me again." she said finally leaning back on her arms, glancing at Bertram from the corner of her eyes.
Okay, see. Bertram didn't talk to her after sex because things like this came up and all that he wanted to do was run away as fast as possible. He swallowed, reclining back on the bed and pulling on his socks. "...yeah?" He tried rather hard to hide the fact that it bothered him she was even bringing Boardman up after all the fucking problems the guy had given her. Bertram wasn't sure whether it made him prickle because he didn't want to stop shagging Franzy or ... maybe for some other reason.
But she was his age, he reasoned. Shagging rock stars was probably far better for her than shagging someone like him -- someone who already had a kid and who'd probably end up going next-to-nowhere.
"Yeah." she repeated trying to figure out what he was thinking but he was doing a rather good job of hiding the fact he was bothered, that is if he was even bothered. "Apparently all my owls got mixed in with his fan mail and he didn't get any of them until around when I got sick. So he wasn't ignoring me or anything. In fact, he thought
I was ignoring
him" she laughed. She didn't know why she was bothering to go into so much detail. Bertram probably didn't care at all. But she supposed she was trying to make a point and all this helped a bit. She looked at him again trying to see if he was any easier to read. Nope. Not much. "He said he missed me. But then again I guess that really doesn't matter much..." She trailed off to see if he would pick up on what she was trying to get at.
"Look, if you're breaking off whatever this is -- you could just say so." He'd never been as skilled at reading people as he had claimed to be for most of his life. He frowned, glancing up to the canopy of the bed. "I mean, unless you're over him." Because really, Stubby was probably a better guy to be around than him as much as he liked the sex. Franzy had sort of grown on him and now he actually cared whether she was just a shag or ... well, not.
Which was a huge fucking problem as far as he was concerned.
"Oh no!" Franzy turned to face him completely when he thought he was she was breaking it off. She totally missed the part where he said unless she was over him. "No, you missed the point. I meant it didn't matter much cause I told him I had moved on." She looked away at the end and blushed. There. Now he knew. Well at least she thought she had spelled it out well enough for him. And then she had a sudden urge to explain herself because she didn't want to scare him off or anything but she really couldn't think of anything else to say.
Bertram just blinked. It wasn't as if
he didn't think that he was attractive as hell to all women on the planet (and some men), but other people seemed to fail to grasp that concept most of the time. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "So you and me -- this is you moving on?" He wasn't very good at grasping things like this. "I mean, he's obviously way better for you and he's in a fucking
band for Merlin's sake, I wouldn't really..." He waved his hand.
"I've got a
kid, Franzy. You really want that?"
"And him being in a band only causes drama. I mean I ended up in those stupid rags every other week. There was so much drama involved with that." She bristled a bit when he said that he thought he was better for her. Really. You're suppose to be happy or whatever when a girl picks you over a rockstar. "And I think Amissa is adorable and the fact that you have her really doesn't change my mind much." She fiddled with the sheet. "I'd like us to be moving on."
Right, so he'd gone from thinking this wasn't something serious to having her tell him she'd like
both of them to move on. He swallowed thickly and glanced to Franzy, trying not to freak too much. "So what you're saying is that you're picking me over the fucking rockstar because I have a kid?" Okay, Emmeline had been right about the girl being a chick-magnet. Weird.
Franzy couldn't help but laugh. "Yea. It was real close. He has a kitten. It was real tough choice." she said sarcastically before rolling her eyes. "I'm picking you over the fucking rockstar, who just happens to be in a fucking band, because for some reason I like you better. I'd rather be with you." She sighed and leaned back against the headboard. "I mean I'll understand if you don't want to like move forward or anything. I mean... you know what never mind. Just forget it." She didn't know what she was thinking. He was just looking at her like she was crazy and here she was just rambling on and on.
"Look, I..." Bertram trailed off, not sure where he was going with this one. 'I'm not really sure what I want' wasn't the answer she was looking for and he knew it, but it was also the only thing that he could think at the moment. "I'm glad you're not going back to Boardman," he settled for with a frown. "I mean, I don't know what we are ... but I know I really don't like the asshole."
