𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒

𝐭𝐰𝐨.

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Gabrielle felt herself grin as she began to get ready for her and Fatboy's day, she messaged him while still grinning. 'How about we chill at mine?' she placed her phone back on the desk and did her hair in two French plaits. Fatboy replied immediately, as if he'd been waiting for her text. "Sure thing!" he wrote, he seemed just as excited and eager to spend the day with her. As soon as she saw his reply, Gabrielle smiled. She was very much looking forward to this day.

Gabrielle waited impatiently for Fatboy, feeling her temperature rise and drop at random intervals. she felt scared, she'd never been in a room alone with him before and it genuinely terrified her.

Fatboy finally showed up outside - he was wearing some baggy jeans and a plain t-shirt. He rung the doorbell and Gabrielle quickly answered it, she blushed when she realized how fit Fatboy really was. She smiled sheepishly at him. "Come in," she said, moving aside the door so he could enter her home.

She closed the door behind him as he came in and followed her back to the living area. She sat down on the sofa and watched as Fatboy awkwardly walked in, he sat on down beside her. "So...what do you wanna do?" he questioned, clearly feeling rather nervous.

"How about we watch a film?" Gabrielle shrugs, looking over at the brunette with a soft expression. "Or we could just chill...?" she feels herself stammer slightly as the two of them make eye contact.

Fatboy was getting just as flustered as Gabrielle was, his cheeks had turned slightly reddish too and he smiled awkwardly back at her. They both stared at each other for a few seconds, before Fatboy spoke again. "Yeah, we could chill...but um, what does that actually mean?" he asked, clearly unsure of the whole situation.

"I honestly don't have a clue" she giggled slightly, covering her face. "I think it's just where people sit down and don't do anything, Fats..."

Fatboy giggled back at her. "That sounds really lame..." he teased, but he was laughing. "We can't just sit here and do nothing, that's so boring," he said, smiling at her. "Let's just...talk or something," he suggested as he leaned back on the sofa.

Gabrielle nods along and sighs, she leans back on the sofa and looks over at him with a softening expression. "Talk about what?" she questions softly, feeling her cheeks turn rosy yet again.

Fatboy thought for a second, he was about to suggest talking about their favorite movies or something along those lines when he paused. "I dunno...how about we talk about...each other?" he suggested in a slightly flirtatious way - feeling the chemistry rise between them ever so slightly.

"Each-other?" she chokes, tilting her head in confusion. "What do you mean about each-other?" she questions, leaning back up on the sofa and shifting her body so she's facing the boy.

The two of them were facing each other now, so close that their feet were almost touching. Fatboy got even more flustered. "Just like...talk about each other, ask each other questions and then we respond," he suggested, hoping that was not too corny or lame.

"Ohh" Gabrielle smirks slightly, twirling her hair as she attempts to keep her composure. "I get you" she giggles, nodding along as she speaks.

Fatboy chuckled as she played with her hair. He liked her long blonde locks. "You start, ask me a question," he decided, smiling at the petite blonde.

"What's your type?" Gabrielle suddenly asks, smirking slightly as she leans forward - curious as to what Fatboy would say.

He was not expecting that question, he gulped as he realized that he was already flirting with her. He thought carefully, trying to think of what the perfect answer would be but all he could think was of her. "Well, my type is blonde hair..." he started, watching her hair bounce slightly as she moved. "...and blue eyes..." he continued.