𝙴𝙿𝙷𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼𝚂 ♡

𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞? (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏)

"I'm not doing this!!" You put down the dishes back in the sink.

"But it was your turn yesterday, y/n..." Gracie, your roommate shouts over the living room.

"Yea. But it was YESTERDAY!" You shout back.

"You didn't do the dishes yesterday. That doesn't mean you can get away with it!" She enters the kitchen with a big bowl of ramen she has been eating since you're cleaning up stuff.

"Care to give me some?" You say washing the last bowl.

"Nah. That's mine." She moves the bowl away from you, not willing to give you some.

"And you're mean." You smack her arm and move out of the kitchen with her trailing you.

"So, what's up with that guy?" She asks sitting on the couch.

"What guy?" You ask, totally unaware of your ongoing conversation with a random guy over text.

"The guy you've been texting with since the past few days. Did he text you again?" She asks, curious.

"Yea. I mean, yes." You clear your throat.

"Yes? Did he ask you on a date?" Gracie asks.

"A date?" You frown, not remembering what you guys talked about last time.

Gracie nods slowly.

"No, not yet." You reply coldly, switching on some music.

"What? Not yet?" She frowns.

"Uhm hm.." You say picking up the blanket and getting ready to sleep when Gracie pounces on you.

"Wait. Do you really not want to date this one?" She throws the blanket off your face.

"I mean, yes. If he wants to. But he's not texting so maybe he-" She cuts you off saying,

"Then maybe...why don't you text him?"

"Why?" You get up from the couch.

"You want to date him or not?" She asks in a firm voice.

"I want to but-" this little brat cuts you off again.

"Then ask him on a date!" She orders and you sit straight up.

"Yea. Yea. Okay." You take a deep breath and open the chats.

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Opens WeChat

Y/n:
Hey. Can we go on a date?

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You send it and then delete the text immediately. "Why did you delete it?" Gracie asks.

"Isn't this too straightforward?" You ask, nervous.

"Boys love it when their girls are straightforward. Now, type!" She practically shouts at you.

"Really?" You try reconfirming.

"Yes, come on! You got this!" She motivates you.

"Yea. *takes a deep breath* I got this. I can do-" You take a pause when a text pops up on your phone.

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H/n:
Um. You deleted something?

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"Oh, shit. He saw it! Oh, no. What am I gonna do? What should I type?" You start pacing.