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❝ 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺. ❞
in which a purple-haired rebel try to convince a red-haired nerd, who is keeping a secret, to run away with her.
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GIRLFRIEND. Chanel confronted her with that word late afternoon of Saturday in her light blue jeans and white blouse. Apparently, she visited Sweet Pea to give him a plant pot and had helped with Toni's garden.
A smile formed on Cheryl's face, knowing how Toni had kept her word and took care of the flowers that she had given her. Cheryl didn't know why she gave a bunch of flower seeds to Toni—so maybe that Toni will think of her even though they were miles apart..?
Anyways, Chanel found that they weren't dating and pestered her for it, asking her why they aren't dating? Then, Chanel told their friends, and now, everyone is asking—why isn't she already dating Toni?
Cheryl doesn't know how to answer the question—She does wonder why she and Toni aren't official yet. She means that they did share a couple of kisses before, and they did ask each other out on a date...
"Sometimes I wondered if you had died or not," Said Freya, snapping her out of her daze. "Earth to Cheryl Blossom or has she left for Mars?"
She blushed and shook her head. Cheryl sheepishly said to her phone and said, "Sorry, Frey, I'm here!"
She and Freya were on the phone, chatting to each other as Freya couldn't come to her house. Cheryl leaned back into her velvety chair and drummed her fingers along the chair arm.
"Good," She could hear Freya said, "Anyways, like we were discussing, why haven't you made it official with Toni?"
"I already told you, I don't know!" Answered Cheryl, rubbing her temples. "Stop asking that question—I don't know the answer."
"What do you mean you don't know the answer?" Said Freya. "The answer is so clear! You guys like each other—everyone knows that and you two were the last to figure that out!"
"We weren't that oblivious, Frey!" Gasped Cheryl and said, "I—"
"Now, you're just lying to me, Cher," Snorted Freya. "You guys were that oblivious! I almost pulled out my hair, watching you guys!"
"Oh, shut up," Blushed Cheryl, then said, "Hey, Frey, can I ask you something?"
"What is it?" Asked Freya. "It better not be any stupid like do you think Toni wants to be my girlfriend or anything like that because if so, I'm going to take Kathleen's Lady Dior bag and smack you with it."
Cheryl's eyes widened, and she said, "Freya, no! I was going to ask how do I ask Toni to be my girlfriend? Like hey TT, do you want to be my better half?"
