Can't Break My Flo Pt. 04

Can't Break My Flo Pt. 04

"What ABOUT us?" Florence squinted at her.

Maggie sighed. "Let's sit down for a sec." She sat on the couch and patted the cushion next to her. Florence sat sideways to face her friend, pulling her legs up to her bust. Her sleeves hung next to her hips. "Flo, we've been friends as long as I can remember, and I love you."

"I love you too, Mags. What's going on, are you pissed at me or something?"

"No! No, it's more like... I... LOVE you."

Florence stared at her.

"I have for a long time. When we were in high school, I kind of figured out that I wasn't the same as the rest of our friends. I'm... Flo, I'm a lesbian."

Florence said nothing, she just sat there, expressionless.

Maggie was starting to panic. "And-and then there was the accident, and I spent all my time with you, and those feelings... They just kept getting stronger." She looked at her friend in the eyes. "Please, say something!"

"I'm not a fucking lezbo, Maggie." Florence stood and went to her room. Maggie heard the door slam from down the hall.

Maggie sat there, shaking. This is it. I screwed it up. It's ruined. She curled up on the couch and wept.


What the hell, Maggie? Florence was laying on her bed, staring at the light fixture. I mean, I care for her too, but I'm just not wired that way. Why'd she have to make this so fucking complicated? So what, now I have to dress myself? Has she been a creeper this whole time?

She kicked the mattress in frustration. Aside from her mom, Maggie was the one person she trusted completely. Everything that Florence had been through, Maggie was there at every step. No, she's not a creeper. She sighed, got up and used her shoe to open the bedroom door.

As she headed down the hall, she could hear her friend whimpering from the living room. Oh Mags... Florence plopped back down on the couch. Maggie slowly revealed her face. She'd taken her glasses off, and her eyes were bleary from crying.

"I shouldn't have said that, Maggie. I'm... sorry." Florence never apologized to people, there was weight to it.

"I'm sorry too." Maggie was still curled up. "I don't want to feel this way if it gets between us. I just can't help it, Flo."

"I'll be honest with you. I can't say that I'm comfortable about it. I just want to be friends. Can we stay that way?"

Maggie was quiet for a moment. "I don't have much of a choice, but yes. I don't want to lose you as a friend. This was eating me up inside though... I just needed to tell you."

"I get that. I don't want to lose you either. I'm starving."

Maggie laughed. "I'll fix something for dinner." She put her glasses back on, and got up to head to the kitchen. She stopped and looked at Florence; one of her sleeves was draped over the side of the couch. It made her smile. "We're OK?"

"We'll be OK once I get some food! What are you waiting for?"


Things were a bit awkward for the next couple of days. Maggie kept apologizing each time she helped Florence get dressed or with bathroom stuff. Florence finally had enough. "Mags! This is fine, OK? I mean, who else would I get to help me? You've seen me naked a million times, all right? No more apologizing!"

"O-OK. Sorr- I mean... OK." Maggie pulled her friend's jeans up and buttoned them, then draped an oversized cardigan around her shoulders. Underneath, Florence wore a fitted t-shirt, and her bust jutted out past the open sweater. Maggie stuffed the sleeves into the pockets.

Florence had finally stopped using the mannequin arms in public, which was a relief. They seemed to cause more of a scene than just the appearance having no arms at all.

"My English class has like, ten books, it's so stupid. But I'll need the ones in that pile." Florence sat on the bed and pointed with her toes, as Maggie prepared her things. "What time will you be off work?"

"Three o'clock. So, before you get home. Is spaghetti good for dinner tonight?"

"That's like the hardest food for me to eat! You just love torturing me, don't you?" Florence grinned. "Is it that Lady and the Tramp BS?" Florence bounced on the bed a couple of times. "It IS, you're trying to romance me or something!"

Maggie blushed and took her glasses off. "Stop teasing me, Flo! I'm trying to be 'normal' here. YOU'RE one obsessing now!" She dropped the book bag on the floor. "I'm going to be late for work. See you later." Maggie promptly left the room in a huff.

The front door slammed and Florence was left alone. After a moment she yelled at the silence. "FINE MAGGIE! I can do this crap on my OWN!" She stomped over to her bag and looped her foot through the strap in an attempt to lift it to her head... to her shoulder at least... It was too heavy. She dragged it to the bed and struggled to lift the bag on top of it.

Florence left part of the strap dangling over the edge of the mattress, got on her knees and stuck her head through, then stood. "Ugh, Thursdays fucking BLOW." She stepped into her flip-flops and headed to the door. She used her trick with the sole of her flip-flop to turn the knob. It didn't budge.

She recoiled. "Bitch, you LOCKED it!" Florence kicked off her flip-flop and tried to twist the lock with her toes and ended up tipping over and colliding with the wall; the weight of her bag was too great. She would have dropped the bag for balance, but without arms, it was too difficult to get back on. Instead, she bit down on the lock and pivoted her head until it unlatched.

She returned to opening the door with her foot and then used her teeth to lock it, before pulling the door shut again. In the process her cardigan was left hanging off one shoulder.

"Fuck you, Mags." Florence pulled her flip-flop outside and pulled the door shut with her toes. She was already tired. She stepped back into her footwear and walked to the bus stop.


Florence got to campus, and continued to struggle with her bag. Her cardigan would have fallen off if it wasn't pinned under the strap. Her t-shirt sleeve flapped in the wind and it made her feel incredibly uncomfortable... her empty shoulder was inches from being out for everyone to see.

In the corner of her eye, she spotted Glen. He played on a couple of sports teams and was built like a truck. The football players in high school were cute, but this was a MAN. Florence had been working up the courage to talk to him all semester, and she had the perfect idea.

She arched her back in spite of the weight she was carrying and strutted up to him. "Um, hi! Would you..." She bit her lip, playfully, " able to help me?"

"Sure babe. Need a hand or something?"

"Two. If you have any spares."

He stopped and cocked his head. "Oh! Haha, cuz you don't have any, I get it!"

She did her best cute girl giggle. "I COULD use some help, though. Fix my sweater?"

"Sure, babe." He easily pulled her tote bag off and slung it on his shoulder, then placed her sweater around both shoulders again. "All set?"

He kept looking at her boobs. Actually, Florence was happy about that, people usually treated her like a glass doll, and this guy didn't seem to care. She twisted her torso from side to side to give him a good view. He smiled and his eyes traveled back up to hers. I got him.

"New here or something?" He was holding her bag like it was nothing. God, those ARMS.

"This is my first semester. I took a couple of years off after high school."

"Nice! Traveling or whatever?"

"Well, no. I kinda lost these." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Huh, I bet that was crazy."

Florence laughed. This was a refreshing alternative to peoples' seemingly heartfelt condolences. Glen didn't seem to give a shit.

"Would you help me get to class?"

"I gotta run actually. Here." He placed the strap on her shoulder and she almost tipped over. "Whoa, careful!" Glen wrapped his thick arms around her for support and she wanted to melt into them.

"Mmmm, thank you." She looked up into his hazel eyes.

"See ya round! Peace." He left her standing there, gawking.

"Oooh, you bastard," grumbled Florence. She would get him. Class was lame. Martin was a drag. Normally she teased him along to get as much out of him as she could. Today she didn't care to put the effort in; Maggie and Glen had BOTH been total jerks and it was really getting to her.


Maggie got home and started preparing dinner. She picked up some tortellini, figuring that Florence was right about spaghetti. This would be easier for her to eat. She rinsed some broccoli and cut the heads into smaller pieces, then steamed them.

There were three loud thumps on the door, and Maggie jumped. She closed her eyes and prepared herself. Three more thumps. She opened the door.

"Hey." Florence looked wiped out.

"Hi Flo, let me get that!"

"Kay." She stood there as Maggie lifted the strap over her head.

"Guh, this thing is heavy!"

"M-hm." Florence shook her sweater off and left it in the entry way, then sat down at the dining table.

Maggie came back and said, "Dinner's almost ready. I made ravioli instead." Maggie could see that all was not well. "I'm sorry about this morning, Flo."


"Wh-B-You-You know what? Feed yourself then! Dinner's on the stove." Maggie walked out the front door and slammed it.

"You asshole!" Florence stomped her flip-flops on the tile floor. "Fucking JERK!" She WAS hungry though.

She kicked off her flip-flops, stormed over to the kitchen and started opening what cupboards she could reach with her toes, but couldn't easily get to the ones that stored their plates. Fuck it. She settled for a plastic storage bowl, and set it on the counter. Florence opened a couple of drawers and found the silverware. She grabbed a fork with her mouth and dropped it in the bowl.

Florence could hear crying outside. "Jerk..." She dragged a chair from the table to the counter and carefully stood on it, then realized, "Ugh... Spoon." She climbed back down and tried to open another drawer with her non-existent hand. She was getting forgetful in her frustration. She bit down on the handle of a serving spoon and dropped it into the ravioli pot.

She climbed back up the chair, sat on the counter and used her foot to spoon some of it into the plastic bowl. She climbed back down, bit down hard on the rim of the bowl and set it on the table. Raising her foot to the table top, she let it rest there for a moment. Florence didn't normally feed herself, so reaching up this far took a moment to acclimate to.

When she was ready she grabbed the fork between two toes and poked a ravioli, then stuffed it in her mouth. She chewed angrily, to the sounds of her best friend, and total jerkface, crying outside.

After a few bites, she couldn't take anymore. She put a flip-flop on to turn the knob, then used her other foot to pull the door open. Her friend sitting on the front step.

Florence sat down next to her. She leaned against Maggie, who flinched. "I... I've been an ass hole. It's hard because on one hand... My best friend came out of the closet to me, and I should be, you know... supportive and stuff. But then my best friend also said she's in love with me. It changes things, you know?"

"Sure, but... I've been there for you through EVERYthing. I do EVERYthing, and then you tease me and belittle me. Sometimes it's too much to bear. I have feelings for you, yes. But more importantly, you and your mom have been like family! It's hard for me too, Flo."

"OK then... I promise," she held up her bare foot to seal the oath, "to be... nicer to you, and to stop wining a bunch. And um..."

"To be a better friend."

"To be a better friend and stuff." Florence lowered her foot. "OK?"

"OK. Thanks Flo." Maggie leaned on her and put her hand on her other shoulder.

Florence hated people touching them. It sent little sparks through her body. This time... it felt... nice? She shivered.


Florence saw Glen again in The Quad. He was talking to some other guys. She walked past and bumped her hip against him. "Thanks for the other day." She kept walking. Come on, come on.

"Hey! Flo, right?"

"Ohhhh hey!" She smiled at him and made a little pigeon-toed pose.

"What's up? Your sweater-thing looks OK today."

"Oh! No I just wanted to thank you again for being a gentleman the yesterday." She stuck her boobs out again.

Glen gawked at them. "You know... I'm free this weekend if you wanna, you know, do something?"

Florence, for the first time since The Accident, was getting asked out by a hunk. "What did you have in mind?"

"Friend of mine has a barbecue on Saturday. They got a pool, aaaand of course the three B's! Briskets, beers and uhhh..."

"Babes?" Florence bumped him with her hip again.

"I guess. I can pick you up, if you wanna go."

Florence nodded. "I'd love it, here's my address." He jotted it down in his text book. She looked up at him. "Umm... Maybe cross that out later?"

Glen looked puzzled for a moment. "Why? Ohhhh. Yeah, I'll scribble it up or something."

"Kay." She winked and headed to class.

Martin was waiting for her. "H-Hey Flo!"

"Hey buddy boy. Rub my feet?"

"I'm um, I'm really just here to take notes, you know?"

Flo leaned against him, just enough for him to feel a hint of breast. She whispered in his ear, "I'd be... so happy if you did..."

"B-both of them?"

She smiled and nodded

. She was back on top.