This is a piece of flash fiction I wrote as part of a class assignment a few months ago.
Is This For Real?
by Anne Lange
“It looks real.”
Hanging out in their regular booth, at the back of the local diner, Todd looked across the table at his friend. “Where’d you get it?”
“Gag shop.” Taking the bill back, Sam held it up to the dim, fluorescent light, turning it, admiring it. “I thought I’d see if I could convince somebody it was real.” Watching him, Todd heard the gears, could smell the smoke. He didn’t disappoint. “Think we could fool Mikey with it?” Groan. “Dude, Mikey would do anything for us.” Sam grinned.
“Mikey would do anything for you.”
Sam fidgeted. “Yeah, well…”
“As long as you don’t take advantage, I don’t care.”
“Mikey’s your best friend. I won’t come between that.”
He and Sam had been friends for years. Mikey had been his friend for…well, forever. But, Todd sensed affection growing between his two closest friends. At times, he suspected they didn’t need, or want, a third wheel. Mikey followed them around like a puppy, begging to play. And Sam always obliged. More often than not, his way of showing affection meant somebody would end up embarrassed at the best of times, and arrested at the worst of times. “Oh sure, but you have no problem making trouble.”
Sam grinned. “Of course not. That’s the fun.”
“You’re never the one caught.”
“You’re a manipulator.”
Sam laughed—a cocky, masculine chuckle. “Can I help it if my good looks, and my charm, can convince even the most skeptical of people to do…stuff…for me? Don’t complain, my friend. You reap the benefits, too. Remember the twins?”
Oh, yeah. The twins. “That’s different. Mikey’s our friend.”
“Mikey matters to me, Sam.”
“Oh, come on. It’s harmless fun.”
“Harmless fun? You want to pass off a fake one-thousand dollar bill as real. What if Mikey gets caught?”
“Quiet.” Sam nodded towards the door. “Here comes Mikey now.”
“Hey guys. What’s up?” Mikey stopped at the end of their table, rocking back and forth, hands in back pockets, looking them over with curious eyes.
“We have something, and we’re wondering how best to use it,” Sam said.
“What do you have?”
“A one-thousand dollar bill.”
Mikey’s gaze, sky blue beneath raised brows, moved between the two guys. “Really?”
“Yeah. You want to help us spend it?”
Head cocked to the side, Mikey considered Sam. “Well now, that depends.” Todd snorted. He knew that look. Poor Sam.
“Well,” Mikey slid onto the bench seat beside Sam. “I would love to help you spend your money. And, I know precisely what to buy.” Sam gulped. “I found this naughty piece of lingerie, and a few toys, I’m just itching to try out.” The look on Sam’s face… priceless. Mikey’s gaze slid across the table. “And you too, Todd. I think the three of us could have a real good time.”
Huh? Mikey stood and backed away, hips swaying, her finger crooked, luring them in. He’d never think of her as just “Mikey” again.