Unconditionally

Chapter 0.5

  November 2017

|| Freddie ||

"Its like I'm always found where the troubles at
Drinking brown shit now I'm off cup of that
Your girl's on me, what's up with that
If I like her, all the shit will really take is a double tap
Having visions of fucking an a list singer, Kardashian or a Jenner
But Ye's got Kim, Tyga swooped up Kylie
So there's one left watch me go get her
Yeah, they tell me to calm down
Fuck that I'm too lit can't calm down
I'm so drunk right now I might fall down
And I don't give a fuck how boring do y'all sound."

I sat in the drivers seat of my car driving down the streets of Princeton with Marabelle in the passengers seat rapping along to a G-Eazy song. When she had asked me to hand her the aux cable on the way to the 7/11, I had no idea that it would escalate into a rap concert.

"You're secretly such a hood rat, you know," I chuckled at her as the song ended.

"I'm pretty sure I was a rapper in my past life," She giggled as I pulled into the parking lot of the 7/11.

"That I can agree with," I said as I cut the engine.

Scott and I were over at Marabelle and Mallory's place hanging out when Marabelle decided that we needed more snacks which resulted in our trip down to the store.

I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as I looked at Marabelle's get-up for our little spontaneous trip. She wore a pair of pyjama shorts and an oversized hoodie and knee-height socks without shoes. In the few weeks that I've know her, I've come to realise that she literally doesn't give a shit about people's opinions. The girl wears what she wants to wear.

"I stiiiil can't believe Scott and Mal haven't said the ILY words yet! Its been like four months already!" Marabelle sighed as I pushed her in the shopping cart (because she claimed that she was too lazy to walk anymore).

"He wants to. He just doesn't know when or how," I told her as I grabbed two bags of sour patch kids and put them in the cart. "He doesn't want to make her feel like he's rushing her into anything."

Scott is head over heels in love with Mallory but he just really doesn't know how to tell her. He wants to make their relationship work but he also doesn't want to tell her that he loves her and then make her feel like their relationship is moving too fast.

"Trust me, he isn't rushing her into anything," She said as she stood up and reached for a box of microwave popcorn. "She feels exactly the same way. But she's so stuck in the stereotype that the guy has to say it first. If I were her I'd just say it and get it over and done with."

"Well I suppose we can't make the decision for them," I shrugged.

"Yeah, true," She sighed.

As Marabelle climbed out of the cart to go and choose a couple of cartons of ice-cream, I couldn't help but let my gaze linger on her for a little bit.

There's really something about that girl that has me intrigued. I'm not sure whether its her quirky personality or her I-don't-give-a-shit attitude which contrasts beautifully with her homegrown southern manners and hospitality but there's just something about her that makes her so likable. But there aren't any feelings of more than friendship as one might assume. Even after we kissed that day at the beach there haven't been any feelings from either of us.

"Hey, Peaches, can we go to Starbucks after this?" She asked me.

"Do you have any idea how much Starbucks you drink?" I asked with a laugh. "I swear its unhealthy."