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"Tate!" Sloane called from her room as she continued pacing around. The blonde boy opened the door with a confused look. "What's wrong?" He asked, concern lacing his voice as his eyes scanned the room.

Sloane huffed as she fell back on her bed. "I don't know what to wear." She complained, her hands covering her face as Tate gave her a blank look. "Be so fuckin for real, lena." He sighed, leaning his head on the doorframe.

Sloane had a flare for the overall dramatics when it came to the most simplest of things and Tate had been there to see it for the most part.

Pushing himself off the doorframe, Tate walked over to Sloane as her forearms. "You're overthinking again." He pointed out, gently moving one of Sloane's arms so her eyes met his. "It's just a date. If, and this is a very hypothetical if. If things don't go well, you two could still be friends." Tate explained, glancing down at Sloane who was playing with the rings on his fingers as she let out a hum.

He was right. He was always right. Tate's rational leveled head was what balanced out the dynamic of Sloane's overthinking. Sloane had issues when it came down to overall control of her thoughts at times but that's why Tate was there. He was there to ground her.

Sloane's eyes met Tate's, looking for any form of hesitation or misdirection. She saw none. "I know T." She sighed, walking over and leaning on her dresser with her elbows. 'It's just a date...' The sentence echoed in her mind on repeat as if to tell her, 'It's not the end of the world if it doesn't go well.'

"Lena, you've gotta chill. You're putting way too much on one date." Tate said softly yet firmly. The footballer rolled her eyes at the older boy and give him the middle finger. "Love you too." He replied with a charming grin, not minding her sass.

Sloane stood and watched as Tate bobbed his head to the music playing on her headphones, but she had a small concern nipping at the back of her mind that she wanted to ask him. "T?" She called out. Tate pulled the headphones down, letting them rest on his shoulders, his green eyes glancing toward Sloane.

"Are you okay?" She asked him, his eyebrows sinking down further at the question. "Yea. Why wouldn't I be?" He chuckled breathily, brushing it off as a joke. Sloane didn't though, her eyes stayed on him waiting for the response to her actual question. Tate's eyes fell to his lap. "I will be." He muttered softly making the younger girls eyes soften as she moved toward him.

Last night, Tate drank which wasn't out of the ordinary. It was how much he drank that concerned her. Usually, Tate will drink around a few shots maybe to get a buzz or feel a bit tipsy and call it quits. Last night had to be the most he's drank since that night almost a year ago. She wasn't there to see him at his all-time low, but she didn't want to see him at that point ever again.

Sloane nodded, her eyes lingering on Tate's form as she pulled a sweatshirt from one the drawers. "Blue or Green?" She asked, changing the subject to a much lighter topic which Tate seemed to appreciate since he perked up at the question. "Green." He told her nodding to the green crewneck in her left hand. Sloane rolled her eyes but placed it on the bed nonetheless.

"Alright, out" She shooed off the blonde boy who held a hand to his chest in offense. "I gotta shower and change.

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Sloane felt as though she could quite literally throw up her breakfast from three hours ago. She paced around her apartment keys rattling in her pocket with every stride. She had no reason to be nervous, it was only Malia. Then it hit her, she was going on a date with Malia Baker -the one she's been crushing on for years- and she felt her knees give out.

She double checked her outfit in the mirror on her way out. Her outfit consisting of a dark green crewneck, beige cargo pants with green and white Jordan 4's and of course a silver chain with a few rings on her fingers.

'I look good as fuck. She thought, grinning to herself. Reaching into her pocket, she grabbed her phone to text Malia she was on her way. The next text she sent was to the groupchat and it was a simple text of 'If I'm not back in five hours, were probably doin the do.' before turning her phone off and walking to the parking garage to her car.

Well let's back track, it's not her car it's actually Winslow's car that she uses when she's here and when the weather decides it's time for Winslow to bring her motorcycle out. Perks of having friends in the states while you live in Spain.

Sloane put the address of the hotel the girls were staying at which Malia had sent her this morning. 'Twenty minutes? That should be enough for a quick stop.' With that thought in mind she drove off.

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537 stared back at Sloane as she stood in front of the hotel room where her date was just one door away. A bouquet of red roses in her hand as she knocked on the door with her other. But instead of revealing her date, it revealed Kylie who had a bright smile on her face upon seeing the taller girl.

"Sloane!" She exclaimed pulling the brit into the room who just giggled at her excitement. A small chuckle from her chest as she wrapped her arms around Kylie in a hug, careful and mindful of the roses.

"Malia! Your girlfriends here!" Kylie announced causing Sloane's face to turn a light shade of red from the term. A small giggle erupted from the older teen watching the footballers face turn red.

Small yet rushed footsteps were heard from beside the two causing them to turn their heads. Sloane's hand gripped the roses a bit tighter when her eyes landed on girl in front of her.

oh my god...

Malia wore a pair of simple blue jeans with a cropped black shirt along with a matching cropped jacket and a pair of white air forces.

"Sloane!" Kylie's voice broke through the room and whatever trance Sloane was in. "We've been calling your name for like the past minute." Her voice hinted with an undertone of teasing making the taller girl send her a glare before turning to date.

"Hi." Her voice coming out in a whisper, making the shorter blush.

"Hi." Her voice equally quieter but loud enough for Sloan to hear.

"I didn't know if you liked roses but, I didn't want to show up empty handed either." She rambled a bit nervously as she handed the girl the bouquet of roses, more specifically blue roses. Sloane called Kylie ahead of time on her way to the florists and asked what Malia's favorite color is.

"They're beautiful Sloane." Malia gushed at the gesture but wondered how she got the roses because they don't sell blue roses anywhere. "Where're you taking me?" She questioned curiously earning a small grin from the footballer. "Not telling, darling." She teased receiving a small pout from Malia.

Cute

"Alright!" Kylie interrupted the small moment between the two. "Go out, enjoy your date and have fun." She pushed the two towards the door. If anyone wanted them to be together, it was her. She and Ruby were co captains in the 'Sloane and Malia' ship mainly cause they couldn't decide who should lead.

"Make sure she's back before 10." Kylie pointed at Sloane like a father would their daughters date. "Yes ma'am" She saluted and went to walk off before a hand around her wrist stopped her and pulled her down to their height. "And if you two are gonna fuck at least be safe."

"Ky, ain't none of that gonna happen. We're both too young right now." She sighed, interlocking her fingers with Malia's who thankfully hadn't heard what Kylie said. "Shall we?"

"We shall."

A/N:

Sloane being a simp>>>>>>

-Love V