will you help me figure out (who i'm supposed to be)
Arabella’s eyebrows scrunch together, almost adorably on her face. “You’re a- lesbian ?” The sheer contempt dripping off her voice is no surprise to Jules. However, there’s something underneath the overt distaste in her tone that catches Jules’ attention. Tinges of blatant curiosity color her voice. and Jules remembers the feeling, the freedom, the fear, of another way. So she nods. “But- but you were dancing with him. Surely that must mean something?”
or the crack fic i wrote for a hallmark movie
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