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Let's fall in love for the night- Nackie

jackie cox / nicky doll highschool au

potential trigger warning for slight implications of internalized homophobia

Leaning against the wall behind her, Jackie crossed her arms over her chest in discontent.  "This is so stupid, I wasn't even playing," the brunette stifled, regretting letting Gigi force her into the black denim skirt that refused to hit any further than mid-thigh, despite how much she tried to tug it down.   The cool air of that fall evening had created a multitude of semi-permanent chill bumps across her flesh, and the drafty hallway closet wasn't offering much more warmth.

The blonde smirked, entertained by the persian girl's annoyance.  "Come on, mon amour.  What's the worst that could happen, Jacqueline? Us having a conversation?" She teased, "My bark is worse than my bite, I assure you."

Jackie rolled her eyes.  Just when she thought being forced into accompanying Gigi to yet another booze-fest, she got locked into a closet with Nicky Doll.  "Yeah, right, let's have a pleasant conversation.  Might catch a ride home on that flying pig too while I'm at it," she grumbled, cheeks flushing as she realized Nicky was snickering over her sarcasm. "Do enlighten me, what do you find so humorous about any of this?"

Shrugging, Nicky was rather blunt with her.  "What's not to find funny? I'm locked in a hallcloset with a sexually confused and repressed gay nerd." She examined her nails pretentiously, not seeing the temporarily crestfallen look spread across Jackie's face. 

"Who- who told you that," she questioned, feeling as if her heart was lodged in her throat.

Nicky rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh please, mon amour.  Nobody had to tell me anything, I mean, have you seen the way you stare at Jan's ass in gym class?"

Feeling her cheeks flush pink, the dark haired girl shook her head intensely. "No, no, no. First of all, that's not freaking true, whatsoever. I'm straight. And even if I wasn't, Jan is my friend," Jackie explained, shifting uncomfortably as she lied to the popular blonde.

Jackie's feelings towards boys were much easier to explain than her feelings towards girls purely because she didn't have any. Jackie never got that fluttering swarm of butterflies in her stomach when she thought of a boy holding her hand, or kissing her, or marrying her, the way that she knew she was supposed to. Jackie knew the way she felt about Jan a few months back this past summer was the way she was supposed to feel about boys. She felt a little nauseated at the knowing look on Nicky's face, not cocky, just one that looked as if she understood every thought in Jacqueline's brain.

"And even if you weren't, straight, you know that would be okay too, right?" Nicky's face softened as she spoke, pushing her hair over her shoulder, undoubtedly because of how stuffy the little hall closet was as the pair exchanged words. Jackie's eyes couldn't help but glance to her exposed collarbones, shimmering with some type of makeup, even in the dim lighting. "There's not always a 100% gay or a 100% straight, you know. Sometimes people just like people, and it's okay if you don't know what kind of people it is you're attracted to. That's normal."

With a sigh, Jackie slid her back down against the door she was leaning on until she was sitting on the floor, holding her knees to her chest. "I didn't think this is what highschool would feel like," she mumbled, letting out a heavy breath she hadn't realized she was holding in during Nicky's sexuality speech. "I thought everything was supposed to be better."

Rather than speaking, the platinum blonde haired girl remained silent, letting Jackie speak and opting to sit beside her on the floor. "What did you initially think it would be like?"

Jackie pulled her glasses off, folding them and fiddling with them in her hands. "I thought I would be like... like Gigi. She's just this epitome of everything I've ever wanted to be in highschool and I'm still like this. That's really stupid, isn't it?"

Nicky scooted closer, seeing that Jackie was at least at ease enough to let down her emotional walls in this moment. "I think it's a little stupid that you're comparing yourself and your feelings to Gigi, that's for sure. I love her to pieces but girl, she's got lots of problems she hides very well," she spoke quietly, as if speaking ill of Gigi was going to burn her tongue. "What part of you is making you think of yourself this way, if you don't mind me asking, that is."

"The-the being confused, and anxious, and absolutely terrified about the future part," she sniffled, tears welling up as she let out a sad laugh. "You've got your life together, you wouldn't get it."

Laughing, Nicky shook her head. "You think I have my life together? That's cute. I'm literally a closeted basketball player's side chick and flunking out of my English Literature course right now. I think we're both failing at life right now."

Jackie frowned, confused at the side chick statement. "Wait- you and Jaida aren't..." she trailed off, now unsure of what to make of Nicky's relationship.

"No, we're not much of anything, after tonight." Nicky grimaced, taking her turn to be quiet and think of an adequate response. "It's probably for the best. Otherwise I wouldn't be sitting in this closet with you."

"Hey Nicky? Can I-can I do something that's potentially going to mess up whatever weird hate friendship thing that's happening right now?" Jackie questioned, an unfamiliar confidence surging in her stomach.

"Um," the blonde stumbled, "I guess s-"

Cradling the blonde's face closer to hers, Jackie pressed her lips against Nicky's, feeling as the blonde cautiously wrapped her arms around Jackie's waist. When she pulled away, letting out a heavy exhale, she bit into her lower lip. "Well?"

"Well what?" Nicky grinned. "I have no intentions of leaving this closet until we do that like seven more times and I get your phone number." 

a/n
sorry for taking so long with new content but alas! here with the Nicky/Jackie content for the dolls!!