I hate that I don't hate you (Boschlow fanfic)

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  TW: Slight mention of eating disorders. Hints of smut? Idk. Other than that it's just fluff.

     Late in the night, hours after the masquerade, Boscha had finally arrived home after dropping off Willow. It was really such a spectacular night! The potion witch was kept awake by all the seretonin and dopemine rushing to her head. The kisses from Willow being replayed in her head over and over didn't allow for any sleep whatsoever. She had kissed her three times in a single night over the span of a few hours. Three times! Boscha thought herself to be extremely lucky. However, what exactly does that mean for the relationship between the two girls? That's something they would have to ask themselves as well as each other.

       In the meantime, natural exhaustion eventually lulled Boscha to sleep and she slept soundly. It was quite obvious what she dreamed about. After getting home, Willow's parents had questioned her about the events that took place. She told them everything- almost everything- from the dancing to the people. The Parks were glad that their daughter enjoyed herself and that Boscha had treated her well. The plant witch was all smiles! Then a few sleepy yawns later, her father sent Willow off to bed. 

       The next morning, news of what had happened at the Blight's masquerade was all over Penstagram. From drunken fights to expensive missing earrings, all of it was covered through numerous lines of gossip. However, there was no mention of Boscha's mysterious plus one she had brought to the party, which was a huge relief to her. But it was awfully surprising, she was used to all the attention, so whatever had happened at the ball was far more interesting than her business. After a few more minutes of scrolling through the feed, the potion witch got out of bed and dressed. 

       She had a lot on her mind, but that didn't stop her from being happy. It has been a while since Boscha last woke up feeling this good, it was far better than waking up on the wrong side of the bed. The pink-haired girl decided to call up Willow on her scroll to ask her what she was doing today. Boscha sure can't get enough of her.

"Hello?" Said a sleepy voice from the other line on the scroll. Seems like Willow had just woken up.

"Good morning Flowers~" the three-eyed girl greeted, "did you sleep well?"

There was only a mumbled response at first before she spoke clearly. "Mhmm... I'm still a little tired."

"Do you want to do something today maybe?" Boscha offered. "My parents will most likely be back tomorrow, so I don't know when we'll be able to hang out again." 

"Yeah sure. I have to watch the house today, but you can come over if you want. Plus I'm too comfy to get out of bed, haha." 

"Alright, I'll be there soon." Once Willow hung up the potion witch set off to her home.

       Boscha cut through the woods and made it in just a couple of minutes. She knocked and sure enough Willow opened the door and let her in. The smell of something sweet cooking was in the air and made the pink-haired girl's stomach grumble. 

"Bee, have you been eating properly?" Willow asked lightheartedly.

Boscha's face flushed in embarrassment. "Yeah. I just didn't eat this morning!" Nor the morning before, but she wasn't going to mention that.

"Than why is it that I'm feeding you half the time?" 

Boscha began to get annoyed for some reason. "Calm down, you've only made me food once. It isn't even that big of a deal." 

Willow sighed. "Okay." Then a silence fell between them.

"I- I'm sorry. That was mean, wasn't it? You're just worried about me, and I just screw things up..."