Hatchetfield.

Hatchetfield Rarepairs

Summary: I let a random ship generator decide what ships I should write for, with the exception of the popular and canon ones. This will happen for the next chapter.

Courtney sighed contentedly as she laid her head on her girlfriend's chest. They sat on the roof of Courtney's apartment building, staring up at the stars.

Zoey carded her fingers through Courtney's strawberry blonde locks. "What's on your mind, babe?"

Courtney hummed in thought and looked up at Zoey. "Babe, would you ever sell your soul to the devil to become famous and get to Broadway?"

Zoey scoffed and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "The devil couldn't afford my soul even if he tried."

This sent Courtney into a peal of laughter which Zoey found heart-meltingly endearing. "Good. Cuz I know you could make it on your own. You're talented and you've worked hard to be the star here in Hatchetfield. It's only a matter of time that you get to shine further out there."

Zoey's smile softened and she pressed a kiss to Courtney's cheek, a bit of her red lipstick leaving a trace. "Aww, I just have the sweetest, most supportive girlfriend, don't I? I just wanna dedicate every performance to you and see you in the audience at every show I'm in."

Courtney giggled and stole a kiss in return. "Well, I wanna be by your side every step of the way and keep bringing you flowers for every curtain call you make."

Zoey blushed and smiled lovingly at her, and Courtney could never quite resist it when Zoey gets that flustered look on her face, so she turns and leans in to kiss her tenderly. And Zoey kissed back, cupping Courtney's face with her palm. "I love you." She murmured in the tiny space between them, and relief and comfort flood her senses when Courtney smiles and says, "I love you too."