"holy fuck, you're the luckiest girl alive," charli mumbled into the couch cushion she had her face crushed into after lydia finished telling all the details of last night. or at least all the details she could actually remember.
charli and kim were a bit exhausted, to say the least. it was evident that they had their fair share of fun last night, which lydia was itching to hear about later. kim was lying on the couch as well, but at least she had gotten up and showered. her long blonde hair had been thrown in a bun and she changed into sweatpants and a tank top. charli, on the other hand, had most likely not moved from the couch since she got home. her eye makeup was smudged, there was a small rip up the side of her pants, and her dark bob cut stuck out every which way. the two of them looked like they were experiencing the single worst hangovers of their lives. sure, lydia was feeling pretty rough too, but definitely not as bad as her two friends.
lennon, on the other hand, was completely fine. she was glowing, as usual, as she walked back into her living room with coffee for lydia and herself.
"so, when are you gonna text him?" she smiled, excitement for her friend shining through.
lydia looked down at her coffee, taking a moment to think, "should i do it now? that would be weird, wouldn't it?"
"damn," kim breathed, "you're texting him right away? he's got you whipped."
lydia looked back to lennon with worry in her eyes. was she really that into him? no, she just wanted to make sure he knew where she stood. she wanted to be friends. nothing more, and certainly nothing less.
"oh, shush, kim," lennon narrowed her eyes at the german girl before reverting her attention back to lydia, "and it wouldn't be weird. i think you should do it."
charli slowly began peeling her head from the pillow and looked up lydia, "and if you're absolutely sure you don't wanna keep fucking him, you should definitely give him my number. i've seen narcos," she mumbled before bursting into a fit of laughter. kim slapped the top of charli's head, prompting a quiet 'hey!' from the tiny british girl.
"okay, i'll do it," lydia sighed, pulling her phone out of her back pocket, "what should i start with?"
"nothing too awkward or serious. try something a little funny," lennon offered.
pedro
i met a really cool guy last night and he gave me his number, what do you think i should say to him?
i think you could say anything to him and he'd still want to talk to you
so you have a minute to talk?
to you? definitely.
ok perfect
so the thing is, last night was great
i'm very glad you feel that way
almost a little too great
i know you're the type of person who's flirty with everyone, but i just want to make sure i'm not giving you the wrong impression
do you want to just be friends? is that what you're asking? because if so i'm totally cool with that. whatever makes you comfortable.
it's not that i don't think you're amazing, because quite frankly, i think you are
look, i don't want to dump all my bad relationship history on you just yet, but long story short, i don't feel ready for anything right now.
and that's totally fine. don't worry about it at all.
i would love to be your friend
promise it won't be awkward at all?
promise
i'm afraid i require one pinky promise for security reasons
maybe we could do something tomorrow and i could give you one then?
if you're not busy, that is
miraculously, for once in my life, i'm not busy for the next few days
i guess since i've already been to your place, you could come over to mine this time?
your place? and you're positive you just want to be friends? 👀
i'm just kidding with ya
i mean
we'll see
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