Your POV
This was my moment, I could finally prove how serious I was about this. My whole life people doubted me but this was my time to shine. To prove those bitches wrong.
I hit the buzzer in practically a nanosecond and yelled out my answer.
"You died your hair red every other week but you wore a wig for Sam and Cat" I heard a bell ding signaling I was correct as I did my victory dance around Ariana.
The paparazzi had been catching us several times in public, and ever since we have been getting called in for interview after interview.
Currently, they had us in a trivia interview to see who knew the other one better.
Or better yet, Who's the better bestfriend ?
It had been at least a month since I asked Ariana to be mine and out of respect for her privacy, I hadn't told anyone about us.
I mean I get it, it hasn't been that long since she and that cheshire cat broke up. If we told everyone we were dating right then and there, they would be quick to call her the next Taylor Swift.
Of course I want to flaunt her in public but if it's her mental health over my preferences then I'll choose her any day.
But...today might just be the day.
"Alright and we'll be back from more with Y/n and Ariana after this break" Ellen makes a fake smile at the camera until it finally turns off.
Everyone in the studio gets up for the intermission to get a drink or do whatever it is they do while the crew just chill and converse with each other.
"Ugh, sometimes I really hate my job" Ellen groans as she makes her way towards us.
I fake a laugh as she nears us. If I'm being honest I never really liked her as much as everyone seems to. I just don't see it, she's just always seemed so straightforward and pushy, sometimes a little rude. But hey, don't judge a book by its cover I guess.
"Alright babe, you sure you're ready ? once we do this we can't-" She cuts me off with a kiss. Um rude.
"Yes Y/nn I'm sure" She rolls her eyes as she pulls away.
"First of all, don't be rolling your eyes at me. second of all, Who's Y/nn ?" I warned.
"I can roll my eyes if I want, who's gonna stop me, pickle"
"Me bitch" I turned her around so her backside was on my front and put her into a fake chokehold.
One of the cameramen gave us a blank stare before rolling his eyes and holding up 3 fingers.
"Ok come on smalls, we have 3 minutes" I finally let her go and made my way over to the signature white chairs.
Once I sat down and got myself situated I felt a harsh pain in my gut. I looked up to see Ariana staring at her phone innocently.
Quickly, I looked around and made sure no one was looking before situating my hand in ponytail and tugging on it, slowly leaning in so I was only but a centimeter from her ear.
"Keep playing with me and I'mma show you abuse in that damn bathroom. I don't want anyone calling PETA when I beat that pussy up" I slowly let go and assumed my rightful place on the couch.
