More Than Just A Fangirl?

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He just holds me close, and at the same time, we both mumble, "cutie..."

I feel my cheeks heat up at this. I tilt my up to look at his face and I see that his cheeks are flushed a light shade of pink. It's suddenly awkward and I can feel the shy tension in air, so I decide to break the silence. "What, you've never been called cute before?" I say, chuckling nervously. I can tell he gets really nervous when I say this because I feel him tense up, A LOT. "W-well, yeah. Fangirls do it all the time, but..." He can't even find words to finish sentence. "...but I AM a fangirl." I say, hiding my confusion.
What is he trying to say? I'm just another fangirl they saved, aren't I? I mean, how could I be more? I snuck into his dressing room to steal his food, I'm wearing his clothes, I slept in his bed, I'm eating his food....but they took me in, like family. They're giving my food, shelter, clothes, love, and treating me so well. Am I more than a fangirl to them? Why did they take me? What am I to them?...

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