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just drinking games!!!! lesbians for the win!!
How do you get around to telling someone you like them? Not just like them, adore them.
Because you're lost for ideas. And it's not like you've just started trying to confess. You've been trying to find the perfect moment for well two months now.
The fact that you always forget when you are around Pansy is infuriating.
She always makes you laugh, or shows you something, or talks to you about random things, and it's always good enough to have you forget your feelings.
It's one of the things you like about her. You can spend time in her presence, even harbouring a filthily massive crush, and still have fun.
No awkward moments with her. She always makes you feel okay, and comfortable, because first and foremost, she's your friend.
"Honestly, I don't know what dress to chose." Pansy murmurs, leaning into the mirror on her vanity as she continues doing her makeup. "I've cycled through all of my dresses at least twenty times already, and there isn't one left. People will eventually start judging me for—"
You scoff a laugh, breaking her off, and lean even more against her bed post. "Please. You're gorgeous Pansy. You look amazing in everything, and just because you've worn it before doesn't make it any less impactful."
"Impactful?" She echoes, laughing as she catches your gaze through the mirror. "Because Pansy Parkinson in a mini dress will shift their world views."
"It will and it has." You say, and lift a hand. "I can say from experience, my world views have shifted, and I'm not complaining. 10/10, would recommend having your world flipped upside down by Pansy Parkinson."
Pansy laughs, shaking her head, and then leans back into the vanity, continuing her mascara. "I guess I'll wear the black minidress. The one with the sparkles."
Oh no. You're done for. That dress has you on your knees worshipping any and all gods willing to listen when she wears it. She just looks so... delicious.
You just want to throw her over your shoulder, take her to your room, and watch her fall apart beneath you.
You're fucking screwed. All because of a little black dress.
But, because you're a masochist who enjoys the prickling dryness in your mouth whenever you look at her, you don't say anything to object, and nod.
