A Little Crush || Biadore [DISCONTINUED]

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Latrice came to the front, followed by loud applause and whistles. She laughed, her iconic deep laugh, and read the card that she was allocated.

"Ah, I love it. This is a question for Adore from a fan called Miguel Torres on Facebook," she read, and my heart fell to my chest, gears in my head working to prepare a reply.

I gave off the uncaring chola vibe, but in reality I was a anxious, insecure 25 year old. And right now, in front of thousands of people, and at least ten cameras, that would make me look my worst, I was a shove away from a panic attack. My heart raced and I nodded lightly.

"I kinda get the feeling you have a crush on Bianca Del Rio when she's not in drag. Do you?" Latrice repeated, raising an eyebrow.

My heart scraped its way to my throat, and I tasted blood. My mind went blank, and I wanted to cry. If I answered this wrong, the whole would would catch that I do have a small crush on Bianca, and that would be there forever. Just another reason to beat myself up.

Bianca leaned onto Courtney, as I studied out of the corner of my eye, waiting for my response with a fairly smug smile. The large, bustling room seemed to go silent, as my breath was caught in my throat.

"If I had a crush on Bianca, I would have tried to cop-a-feel, but I didn't." I replied, grinning. I felt my reply was good enough, as the sound returned to my ears, and the crowd started to cheer and clap. I let out a sigh of relief.

"I would never sleep with Adore, because I only give to charity once a year." Bianca retorted, but there wasn't any malicious tone behind it. It bugged me, whether she really thought of me like that, or if it was all part of her jokes. I was worn down, and at this point, nearly anything would set me off. I half heartedly wanted to get up and run out of the arena, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. And I'd probably make a fool out of myself anyway.

Bianca chuckled, and leaned over to me, clutching my hand and holding it entwined in her own. Her laugh was so enticing, even if it wasn't her true laugh. I loved both of them, as they lifted me up, and reverberated off the walls of my mind, and sent tingles down my spine. She was so bubbly, and the seemingly insignificant contact sent electric through me. The comment before was just a joke, I assured myself, as her sturdy, yet warm form leaned against me. My breath hitched. I blushed, hard.

I wondered if he could ever tell that I liked him. I knew she'd helped me, at the same time as letting other queens trip and fall, even giving me a corset. When she'd given me that, I'd probably over thought it, and what had meant to be a platonic friendship gift, seemed like so much more. It was after then, and the whole Laganja incident, that I'd noticed I had feelings for both Bianca and Roy.

She'd probably never give me the same affection, but it didn't bug me for now. I just wanted to be around her, and she her happy, as usual. When Bianca was happy, I glowed too. And it was a change from my old depressing self. She made me the happiest I'd ever been.

I was just scared after the battle of the seasons tour, she would have no interest is seeing me, or being nice. Trying not to think about it too soon, I cleared my mind.

I squeezed her hand and breathed in her essence. She smelled of vanilla, and very sweet fruits, a scent one might not expect when thinking of Bianca. I myself had gotten used to it, along with how warm she always was.

She loosened her grip on my hand, and looked away, like she didn't want to focus to much on me, so I sighed and released her. All I wanted to do was spend the rest of the crowning perched on her shoulder, and cuddle up with her at the after party.

But Bianca didn't like me like that, and I was sure she never would.