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CRUSHES WASN'T NECESSARILY SOMETHING YOU COULD PUT INTO WORDS. Noami's way of coping with it? Making Pinterest boards and Spotify playlist so she could possibly come close to describe what she was feeling.
Why you ask? Well isn't it obvious? Naomi has a itty bitty, ginormous crush on one of her friends. The way he looks at her with such consideration, the way her stomach feels queasy whenever they talk. How her legs kick up whenever she thinks of him. She was whipped for God's sake.
Which brings her here. Sure she thought Tommy was handsome, but she had never felt any feelings more than platonic. She thinks.
"Noamiiiii," Mia beamed, busting into her room.
"Hm?"
"Can you do me a favor?"
"Depends? Am I killing someone."
"How dare you think so low of me."
"Cry about it,"
"Wow. Anyways guess what."
"What?"
"I'm going on a date and I need-"
"You're going on a date?"
"Yes, you should try it."
"Currently feeling less inclined to help you out."
"LIKE I SAID. I'm going on a date tomorrow and I have no idea what to wear."
"And you thought I would be the best stylist for you."
"Yes!"
"You're extremely lucky you're my sister."
"I know right? Someone had to be the beauty of this family."
"Your ego is suffocating me."
"Can you help me?"
"Yes, yes! Of course."
Exiting her room for the first time in the hour, they quickly transported into the others. The distract change of aesthetics and cleanliness evident.
"How am I supposed to find you an outfit in this pigs den?"
"Oh that's rich coming from you."
"And let's not start, so what kind of date is it?"
"It's just a chill date, we're going for a walk in the park."
