3 | sunday

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hello my friends

my brain hurts

i feel like this could've been better but oh well

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The third time Catra enters the cafe, they're actually accompanied by Bow this time since he decided he wants to meet the mystery barista girl that Catra regrets telling him about now because all he's been doing the past few days is pushing and encouraging them to make a move.

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"She remembered my name, Bow!" They yell, muffled by the pillow they threw in their face to hide their growing blush. "She actually talked to me. And oh fucking god, she looked so fucking pretty yesterday!"

"Catra, that's really good to hear." Bow raises up a hand and somehow Catra knows he's doing that and high-fives him. "You should tell her!"

"Yeah, nope. Not doing that."

"Why not?"

"Um, mostly because one, I don't wanna. Two, I don't wanna. And three, I don't wanna. Okay?" They rant, holding up their fingers as they count.

"Okay. Okay," Bow tries and calm down them.

"Ugh..."

"Whatcha thinking about?" he asks.

"Nothing, thinking 'bout nothing..." They take the pillow off their face to take a deep breath of fresh air before shoving their face back in.

"Come on, Cat. You act as if we haven't been friends since junior high. I know when you're thinking about things."

"I'm just... nevermind, I don't really wanna talk right now."

"That's alright, Cat. I won't push you." They both say nothing for a moment before Bow changes the subject.

"Hey, you remember that girl I told you about a couple of weeks ago?"

"Yeah," they say into the fluffy pillow. "Your girlfriend right?"

"No... I hope she'll be but we haven't made anything official yet... but anyway, turns out she works at the cafe you went to."

"Let me guess; her name's Glimmer?" They say it as a joke but then Bow eagerly nods with a large smile.

"Yeah, it is!"

"Oh god..." They whisper. "Yeah, Bow... Really hate to tell you this but Shimmer and I don't like each other."

His face falls. "What? What happened?"

"She called me a bitch."

Bow's face and voice both go serious when he asks, "Why did she call you a bitch?"

"...I told her 'fuck you' to her face."

"CATRA!" His voice cracks as he takes the pillow from them and groans into it.

𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐅𝐄 | catradoraWhere stories live. Discover now