New Girl

Not a Bad Fit

Y/N's POV:

Sophia's shown me her emotional side before. But right now she's so vulnerable, and there's an almost pleading look in her eyes. She seems so scared of being rejected and pushed away. But ... I find that I don't even want to reject her.

I haven't really consciously thought about Sophia as a potential romantic partner, but I also can't deny that I keep noticing how gorgeous she is and how I really like her personality - now, that is. And how I don't mind physical contact with her, not at all. In fact, I always kind of lean toward her, I realize. 

Yeah, I guess we wouldn't be such a bad fit.

I don't keep Sophia waiting for long - that would be just cruel! 

"I'm going to be honest: Right now, I don't have any concrete feelings for you. But I'm willing to give it a shot. It might just work out!", I say as reassuringly as possible. 

It's like I can physically feel the breath Sophia's been holding leaving her lungs. It's one of great relief.

"Whew! That was risky! I actually didn't plan on telling you - at least not today", Sophia admits.

I just shrug. "I'm glad you did. I can go on dates now!"

Sophia laughs at that, her whole face beaming with excitement. "I mean, I wouldn't say I regret it with that outcome."

"No, you better not!", I affirm. "But it was risky, you know."

Sophia furrows her eyebrows. "There was a chance you'd reject me?"

"No, not really. But that's violating the deal, you know!"

It takes her a moment to remember her exact words. "A shot at friendship", she'd said. But then she exclaims: "You did that the first time! I'd say we're even now!"

I laugh and wave around with my hands to tell her to let it go. "Alright, alright. Even it is!"

"Glad we agree!"

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We go out drinking after that. The sun's already set anyway and it was getting a bit too chilly up on that hill. I argued that it could count as a first date but Sophia didn't think it was good enough or something so we settled for calling it half a date.

Sophia's got quite a tolerance but it seems like she's working hard toward getting at least partially drunk. I'm careful to stay below her level since we've left the car at her house and now have to walk home. At least one of us needs to be able to get us home safe. 

It's nice, talking to Sophia in such a different environment. I mean, we usually do have great conversations everywhere but as soon as we're both at least tipsy it becomes a little funnier and I feel a little more ecstatic than I normally am while talking to Sophia.

A couple of hours have passed when we leave the bar to go home. Unsurprisingly, we both stop in front of my house. And just as unsurprisingly, the words I've been thinking about half of the way home leave my mouth:

"Wanna come in? And have a sleepover or something?"

Sophia doesn't hesitate one second before nodding enthusiastically. I swear my fingers tremble a bit while unlocking the door.

"Do you want us to go get your stuff or just borrow some of my stuff?", I ask once the door is open and we're about to step inside.

Sophia gives me a quick once over. "I think your stuff will fit. If that's alright."

"Sure it is! I wouldn't have offered it otherwise." To be honest, I'd hoped I'd get to see Sophia in my clothes. One look at her grin tells me that maybe she knew that.