8 – Everybody Lies
I turned toward the door and watched Greg come in slowly.
'Is it my turn yet?' he asked sarcastically, his voice cold. I leaned back in his chair, starting to get desensitized to my nerves.
'Come at me, bro,' I said jokingly, ready to get this over with. He didn't seem amused.
'Fiancé?' he asked simply. I shook my head.
'It was over before I left Boston, I just… didn't handle it well,' I said, leaning forward and resting my elbows on my knees.
'Were you ever planning on telling me?' He was getting irritated.
'I was trying to tell you ten minutes ago!' I replied defensively. He started to pace.
'Yeah, of course, as soon as you had no other choice,' he said, waving his arms, his voice rising.
'That's not true,' I told him, raising my voice to match his.
I scoffed unbelievingly. 'It's not like you're the gold standard for honesty, Greg.'
He shot me a look that I swore could have burned holes in my chest.
'I've always been honest with you.'
'So have I,' I shot back. I rose from my chair. 'If you don't want to believe that, that's your problem.'
I brushed past him to get to the door and he grabbed my wrist. I turned around and looked him in the eye. We stared at each other for what seemed like a long time, and then he let go, turning away from me.
Wilson blinked blankly behind his desk. He had sat there for twenty minutes while I described, explained, and vented. I think I had rendered him speechless.
I nodded. 'Yeah.'
'So what are you going to do?' he asked, his eyebrows raised. I shrugged.
'I don't know yet.'
Wilson frowned. 'You're not thinking of running away again, are you?'
Something inside me cracked just a bit and I let out a bitter laugh. Running away.
'Why not?' I asked, my tone sour. 'I've gotten so good at it by now.'
'You can't run forever,' Wilson protested. I shook my head.
'I always have, why break my stride now? I ran from Nick instead of helping him, I ran from Greg when I realized he was too much for me to handle, and I ran from Scott when he started taking me too seriously. If there was a metaphorical Olympics, I'd have a gold medal for running away.'
Wilson stayed silent for a moment, examining me. I didn't look at him.
'And where has that gotten you?' he asked honestly, making my eyes snap to him. I sighed and shrugged.
'Right here,' I told him, resigned.
'Johnny, where's my suitcase?' I called out from my room.
'I burned it!' he yelled back from the living room. I furrowed my eyebrows and walked down the hall. Johnny was sitting on the couch playing a video game.
'You burned it?' I asked skeptically.
'Yup,' Johnny confirmed, not looking away from the TV. 'Burned it to a crisp. Spread the ashes in the back yard.'
'You live on the third floor, you have no back yard,' I replied, smiling at my brother. He stopped for a moment and thought.
'You've got me there.'
'Where's my suitcase?' I repeated, crossing my arms.
'I hid it. You're not going anywhere.'
'You heard me, young lady.'
'I'm an adult, Johnny; I can go wherever I want.'
Johnny paused his game and turned to look at me.
'Are you?' he asked with a knowing look on his face. 'The last time I checked, adults dealt with their problems instead bouncing between cities like a ping pong ball. Do what you have to: quit, break it off with House for good, take in stray cats and name all of them Muffin. I don't care. But deal with it somehow, because you're not going anywhere.'
I blinked. Johnny was usually so casual and care-free that his responsible moments always had more impact. I walked back to my room with a sigh. Nothing sticks your total wrongness in your face like your little brother telling you that you are.
I sat on my bed, nicely folding all the clothes that I had hastily taken out in my pathological need for escape. As I went to my closet, I spotted something dark in the back. I realized what it was as soon as I reached to pull it out:
Greg's blazer. The one I had won all those years ago. The lining still smelled like his cologne. I smiled as I brought it up to my face. I sighed. Why did I have to fall in love with the biggest pain in the ass I had ever met?
Or better yet… would I still love him if he wasn't the way he was?
I finished putting my clothes away and looked back at the blazer that was lying on my bed.
'Probably not,' I thought to myself.
I walked into Greg's office the next afternoon quietly, but confidently.
'I hate you,' I said half-jokingly with a smile on my face. He looked up at me with his eyebrows raised.
'Thank you?' he said, eyeing me. I took a step forward and watched as he rose from behind his desk.
'I hate you, because you're inescapable. I'll never be free of you,' I told him, taking another step forward. Greg rounded his desk and stopped in front of it, leaning back on the corner.
'And why's that?' he asked, watching me. He was studying me like he always had. My smile widened. I had even missed that. I shrugged.
'Because I'm in love with you.'
Greg smirked and came toward me.
'Sounds like a stupid thing to do,' he said, looking down at me. I nodded in agreement.
'Completely idiotic.' I shrugged. 'But I can't really help it now. I'm pretty sure I'm a terminal case.'
Greg reached up and brushed his hand across my face.
'I'm pretty sure it's contagious.'
I smiled. I reached up, held his face between my hands and kissed him as hard as I could. When I broke away, Greg was smirking again.
'I thought you hated me,' he said, a satisfied knowing look in his eyes, like he had just completed a massive puzzle. I shrugged, moving in closer. I looked him in the eye and smirked.
'Everybody lies,' I told him. We kissed again, and for once his muscles didn't tense, and for once I couldn't imagine running anywhere.
A/N: You guys have been the best. I didn't want this story to end, so it took me a while to post this last chapter. I hope it was worth the wait. Thank all you guys for your patience and for sticking with me and with this story. It has meant a lot.
I wont lie and say this is the end for Frankie and House. They're always in my head, and I'm sure I will have more of their story to share in the future. Let me know if you'd like to stay up to date with their story, and I'll drop you a line when there's more to it.
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