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Fitz didn’t want to be his sistaer and her partner’s caretaker, but it didn’t seem like he had a choice here. Both of them seemed hopelessly drunk and he knew Biana always started throwing up after four shots.
Marella had called him thirty minutes ago, her voice slurred as she told him how much fun they'd had and how much he appreciated him. It was Fitz's cue that they were both done for the night and needed a ride home.
Marella grinned when he spotted Fitz, the entirety of his silliness shining through. Sober Marella would deny this part existed in front of everyone but Biana.
“Fitz! Hi!” She walked over to him, almost tripping over air repeatedly. The neon lights of the club danced around them, bright colours reflecting off Marella, with his bold eyeshadow and leather jacket.
Marella grabbed his arm, still grinning.
“Biana's in the washroom and I would go with aer but you said you were coming so I stood here to meet you.”
“Okay Mare, let's get you home.” Marella pouted, still clinging to his arm.
“Biana is my home.”
“Marella, you’re not in a fanfiction.”
“For some reason I don’t think that’s true.” Marella suddenly looked at him, the blue of her eyes digging right into his memories. Then she blinked and looked away, but Fitz was still lost in the past.
“Mare? Mare! Bhaiya, why are you here?” Biana stumbled into his periphery screaming at them, voice modulation lost to intoxication.
“Come on, you little shits. Let’s get you home.” Marella threw her arms around Biana and loudly whispered “rebellion.” Biana grinned, like this was the best idea that she’d ever heard of.
“No!” They both shouted out in unison. Fitz sighed, both fond and utterly done with them.
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After a lot of convincing and bribery, Marella and Biana were in the backseat of the car(he had to borrow it from Dex), talking about rainbow ferrets and their immense desire to shapeshift. Fitz was recording this gem of a conversation on his phone, grinning at the excellent blackmail material he now possessed.
“Fitz.” Marella said, abandoning their conversation.
“Please don't tell me you need to throw up again.” Marella shook his head.
“I’m bored. Tell me a story.” Fitz raised his eyebrow, although no one saw it.
“What about rainbow ferrets?” He asked, amusement laced into his voice.
“We decided if shapeshifting was possible, we’d be them by now. Fitz, story.”
"Ooh!" Biana said, suddenly very interested.
“Oh god. No. I’m not in the mood for this.” Fitz said, tightening his hold on the steering wheel.
Marella and Biana stuck their heads beside the driver seat, matching pleading looks on their faces.
“Just a small one.” They begged. Marella shot him puppy eyes, and oh god, why did he look so much like him tonight?
“Oh screw you guys.” Fitz turned towards the empty road, the streetlights rushing past them.
“Please.” Words and snippets flashed through his thoughts, and why couldn’t he ignore it like he normally did?
"When I was younger,” Fitz started. Maybe this would help. Write it down, it helps you forget, they say.
“I knew a boy and a boy,
They were Best friends with each other
But always wished they were more.”
Fitz paused, trying to push all the memories down.
“Cause they loved one another,
But never discovered
'Cause they were too afraid of what they'd say,
Moved to different states,” Fitz took a deep breath, and finished “And that’s the end of their tale.”
"That's so….lame. You're bad at this storytelling thing.” Marella laughed.
“Okay? You literally asked for it?” Fitz was too tired to be properly hurt.
“What were their names?" Biana asked. Ae was too drunk to put the dots together tonight, and Fitz couldn't believe he was grateful for that.
"Doesn't matter."
"What happened after that?"
"Nothing." He whispered after a while, when no one cared enough to listen. After all, that story had finished 7 years ago, a boy in the backseat staring blankly at the stars, his heart a thousand miles away.
Not all tales have a happy ending, Fitz learnt that day.
All that remained was a letter, words long faded away or lost to the earth, after all, he never stuck around to find out.
Fate isn't always kind.
And their story was never meant to have a happy ending.