“I don’t want to be friends with benefits, but I do want something more, I just can’t figure out what.”//“When did you get so beautiful?”//“If you’re going to dress like that, I’m not going to let you out of my sight.”//“Their pick-up line wasn’t as good as any of mine, I’m just saying.”
“I don’t want to be friends with benefits, but I do want something more, I just can’t figure out what.”
“You know they gotta name for that, right?” Marsh asked, rolling his eyes at Gwen. But the harshness of a few months back was gone -- he wasn’t annoyed by her comment, just fondly amused. It had taken him some time to see it, to get past the fact that she had changed but there were still glimpses of the girl he’d been so crazy about growing up in there, too. “And I thiiiink it’s called dating. Seems like all your roommates are trying it these days, maybe you should too,” he teased, poking her lightly in the side to see if she’d squirm at all. It wasn’t a topic he’d ever dared broach before, but why the hell not, right? He tried to play it casual, like he wouldn’t be disappointed if she totally disagreed with the statement, but on the inside, Marsh was waiting with bated breath, hoping maybe she was up for taking a chance on him.
“When did you get so beautiful?”
Sage blinked up at Tia, who’d been idly playing with her hair for most of their viewing of Clueless. It was the best she could do to try and cheer up her friend after her breakup with Kai, and by the tone in Tia’s voice, she kind of worried that she wasn’t doing it right. “Um, I don’t know? Sometime between when Kori told me I was a butterface and now, I guess,” she shrugged, sitting up and trying to ignore the way the baby hairs on her arm were standing up from nervousness. She loved Tia too much to want to be the next Freddie, to want to be kicked to the curb for being too smart or too pretty or whatever it was that might offend her sad friend, and she added quickly, “I can still go buy you a purse, you know! One that’ll like, be almost as beautiful as you are, the prettiest bag ever to go with like, the prettiest girl in Walt. Do you want me to?”
“If you’re going to dress like that, I’m not going to let you out of my sight.”
“Chill, it’s just a suit,” Lui snapped, sure that his defensiveness would give him away. But he didn’t want Gwen on his tail tonight of all nights, when he’d finally asked Aster to go out with him and do something nice, just the two of us. He refused to call it a date, just... two friends, going somewhere that he planned to pay for, dressing up to do it, whatever. It wasn’t a big deal, but Gwen following him? That instantly crossed it into weird territory, and he’d prefer if she didn’t find out where he was really going and mess it up. “And it’s to meet with my advisor so she’ll take me seriously and think I’m professional and stuff, so you can put away your sleuthing gear, there’s nothing to see here. Don’t follow me, or I’m going to prank you so hard everyday between now and graduation, which for me is totally going to be on time once I have this meeting, so... bye?”
“Their pick-up line wasn’t as good as any of mine, I’m just saying.”
“Are you trying to call me stupid?” Sage asked, whirling around to face Bibi or Vivi or whatever her name was. God, could this girl not even wait until she was 20 feet away to start complaining to her. “I wasn’t like, trying to use a pickup line, I was just trying to talk to Wayland, why do you hate that so much?” She wrung her hands together nervously, hearing her fingers pop. Usually she said the first thing that came to her mind, but the first thing wasn’t usually so... revealing. “You don’t get to like, decide for him if he wants to hang out with me or hook up with me or whatever! And like, no offense, but who wouldn’t want to hook up with a hot girl who likes him?” she asked, hoping TIa wouldn’t get mad at her later for like, publicly confessing to actually kind of crushing on a dweeby dwarf boy.
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