Atypical (Fruk)

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Once I finished the tour, I showed Alfred to his desk. "Wooo you are done already, I was gone longer than I thought," Francis laughed. I glared at him intensely and turned away. "What? Don't get all butt hurt about it," he began to tease. I was so done with him today that I began to ignore him. I pretended I couldn't see or hear him and did not respond to his comments. Now I wait for it to drive him insane.

"Hey Arthur, Arthur! Look!" He would say to get my attention. I didn't look or answer. "How do you like the office so far, Alfred?" I asked. Alfred smiled at me nervously and nodded. "It's nice," he laughed. I could see that the tension between Francis and me made him nervous. "So, you two must get along," he whispered to me. I looked at Alfred with a lifted eyebrow and began to laugh. "Me and him? Not likely. All he does is piss me off constantly," I whispered back to him.

I looked at Francis a little, and he looked at us talking with an annoyed look. Probably mad that I'm ignoring him.  "So how old are you?" He asked. "I'm turning 27 this year," I smiled. He nodded interested and smiled. "So you are seeing someone already?" He asked. My eyes widened, and I laughed. "No, I don't have much hope with girls," I shrugged. He began to awkwardly laugh and nod, and I had no idea what to say to him.

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That night as I walked home, I passed by the same old bridge I always do. It had an amazing view of the river, and I always found myself stopping there before I go home. It was always so windy, and it made me want to stand on the ledge so I could feel as though I were flying.

As I looked over the ledge, I looked down to the long distance and felt funny on my toes. It felt fuzzy, as if I was already falling into the water. I didn't like the idea of swimming and actually avoided swimming all the time. The breeze hit my face hard, and I had to fix my hair so it wouldn't look crazy.

It was getting colder every day, and I was sure we would get snow very soon. I guess I could visit my family this year. I haven't seen them in a long time and it would be nice to see them. "Arthur?...." a voice called. I turned to the voice and saw Francis standing there. His face looked soft as if he wasn't expecting to see me here. I immediately glared at him and turned away toward the direction of my home.

I didn't say anything to him; I just turned around and began to walk away. "Hey wait! Why so hostile? Did I finally hurt your feelings? I didn't think you had any," he began to laugh. I looked at him and glared some more, and turned away. Francis had begun to follow beside me. "What are you doing? Following me? I knew you were weird, but I didn't think you were this crazy. News flash, the dog park is on the other side of town," I spat.

Francis began to laugh, and he looked at me. "Well, if you have to know, I'm on my way to a friend's house, and they live this way. Who would ever be so interested in you? It's no wonder you are still single at nearly twenty-seven. I bet you are a virgin too!!" He began to laugh.

I shoved him away from me a bit and gave him an ugly look. "Oh please, if making fun of me makes you feel better about yourself, then you have a problem," I spoke. "Well, you didn't deny it, so I must have hit the target," he spoke. I looked him in the eye, and I think it kind of shocked him. "What?" I asked, annoyed. "Nothing..... you just never look me in the eye; it shocked me a little," he said calmly. "Oh please," I spat.

Honestly, could he get more infuriating? "Well, I'm going this way, so good day," I said softly. "Sure thing! Try not to think of your hatred of me so much. You won't be able to sleep," he laughed. I rolled my eyes at him and threw the finger at him.

Once we went our separate ways, I started to notice how red and cold was starting to look and feel. I should probably hurry home, so I don't freeze to death out here. I slowly turned around to see Francis going in the opposite direction as I did, and I rolled my eyes once more. He is an idiot!

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When I arrived home, I threw my shoes off at the door and nearly fell to the floor. "Maybe I should try dating more?" I said to myself. My eyes widened at what I said, and I began to shake my head and slap my cheeks. "No! I will not allow myself to take what that idiot said seriously!  That frog man was just trying to get on my nerves, and I can not let it get to me!" I said aggressively. 

I looked at myself through the door mirror and breathed heavily. If I were to date, though, who would even want to date me on earth? I mean, I am not the most attractive or interesting type of person. It would be hard to date. I messed my hair up a little bit and began to throw off my coat and sweater on the coat hanger. The image of Francis crossed my mind, and I began to make an angry face at the thought. "IF THAT BASTARD THINKS IT WILL GET TO ME, HE IS A COMPLETE IDIOT, AND I WILL BEAT HIM UP! RIGHT IN HIS DUMB FACE!" I began to shout.