2 think ⟢ ryguyrocky stories

🦩/🍪 I. ILY

note. im spelling it 'lizzie' cause it just feels better to me, you know? oh, and they are adults here

lizzie and cookie go to a bar

𓂃 🍪◞ cookie

"You - hm," Lizzie hesitates. Her eyes are washed over, distracted, and are far from focused. The two are at a bar - just for the night, they said.

Really, it was nothing more than a simple 'them' night. To run away together, to get lost in each other's presence, to never look back — that's what they wanted. Arms wrapped around the other's chest, legs tangling with each other; it was exciting.

"What about me?" Cookie asks. Even without a radar for these types of things, she, which is saying a lot, could even tell Lizzie was drunk. Her movements were wobbly from where she was sitting on a stool, right in front of her lay an empty cup of something, she can only guess (she wasn't a big drinker, nor a contender for how much she knew about alcohol) strong.

"I, mm," Lizzie hides her face in her arms, her words muffled.

"What?" Cookie laughs, bewildered. She rests her face on the palm of her hand, tilting her head at Lizzie. "Hello? Anybody there?"

Lizzie mumbles something, before raising her head to look ar Cookie.

"You're, um, d - uh," Lizzie pauses, "So . . . "

"I'm what?"

"I love you so . . . much," Lizzie says, looking at Cookie fondly, even with her unfocused eyes and wobbly movement.

"I love you too," Cookie replies.

"I wish you were my girlfriend . . " She continues.

Cookie laughs again. "I am your girlfriend, silly."

Lizzie looked genuinely shocked at that, her eyes widening. "I . . am?"

"Yes."

"Can I. Kiss you?" She blinks, dazed, like Cookie had just done something to her.

"Of course you can," Cookie says. Lizzie leans in first, forgetting that she needed to support herself on a stool, so Cookie cradles her face with her hand, placing her lips on Lizzie's and kissing her.

Lizzie pulls back, eyes staring at Cookie with amazement.

"Wow . . . I, love you."

"And I love you too."