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Day 3 danceing/sleeping Pudding x Camie

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Baby why don't we just dance

Camie thought Pudding-chin was beautiful even if the other didn't see it herself. Camie loved her long curly brown hair, her brown eyes, her adorable smile. Camie was staring while the other girl was on the phone yelling at her mother.

“No! I'm tired of obeying your every whim! Sanji is my boss and mentor!” Camie could hear shouting from the phone, she couldn't understand the words but she could understand that Pudding-chins mom was very angry. “I will not marry him no matter what you say or threaten. I'm nineteen and want to live my own life! Not the life you force me into! Also he has a boyfriend who's a cop! I'm gonna become a pastry chef! I like girls and if you can't accept me then that's it! I don't ever want to see or hear from you again!” Pudding-chin bit her bottom lip as she waited for her mother to respond. Camie only heard a moment of silence before the yelling started again. Pudding-chin hung up the phone.

“Wow! You did it!” Camie threw herself at Pudding-chin, wrapping her arms around the other girl. “Congrats!”

“I can't believe I actually did it,” Pudding-chin sounded shocked. “I'm free!”

“We should celebrate!” Camie jumped up and down, still holding her friend tightly.

“Well you'd have to let me go first,”

“Oh sorry!” Camie reluctantly let her go, already missing being in her arms, smelling her sweet cakey scent. “Let me pick your outfit! Let's go dancing!”

“OK!” Pudding-chin laughed, making Camies heart flutter.

Cami backes away and digs into her closet to ignore the butterfly in her heart. Pudding-chin would like pink, she looks really pretty in pink. Camie pulled a pretty Sakura two layer below the knees pink dress. It was made from mesh tulle, viscose and appliqué glitter. It had a corset-like top with cups for the breasts, the ribbons tied at the shoulders and back in bows, the sleeves were short, off the shoulder and puffy. Camie was porad of all the hard work she had put into this dress for the day Pudding-chin would get to wear it.

“Here you go!” Camie took it out of the closet with a flourish.

“Oh! It's so pretty! Are you sure?”

“Yup! I made it for you,”

“Thank you!” Pudding-chin took the dress and put it against her body. “I've never worn something so pretty before,” Pudding-chin quickly put it on, and Camie turned back to her closet. She grabbed a pink, orange and yellow strappy dress with some bling on the front. She wanted Pudding-chin to stand out.

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Pudding let her roommate lead her to the underage club, the green haired girl chatted the whole way there. She was glad that wasn't expected to keep up with her. She was still reeling over the conversion she had with her mother. She let herself be led to the dance floor. She smiled and laughed as Camie began to dance. Her arms up in the air waving around to the beat, her hips swaying and her head bobbing.

You make my heart go dada-dum

Da da da da dum

You make my thoughts go dada-dum

You make my

Come take it out all on me

You set this fire in me

I need you and only you

Pudding thought for the longest time that she was jealous of Camie, how free she was, how unafraid of being true to herself. Now she was sure that it was more than that. As she watched Camie dance and twirl and sway to the music. Her green hair, her smile, her adorable laugh. Pudding wanted to be the only one to make her smile and laugh.

“Dance with me!” Pudding blushed when Camie took her hands and spun them both around and around.

The green haired girl released one hand and spun Pudding around her dress flaring out before settling against her legs. The other had never cared about what others thought about her, no heavy expectations of perfection Pudding wanted everything and more, she wanted Camie with her every being and now she no longer had to hide these feelings. Pudding yanked the green hair girl towards her causing her to stumble into her.

“Huh? Puddi…” Camie began, before Pudding tilted her chin up and kissed her right there on the dance floor.

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