Wut even are my titles anymore? I don't know. Okay then. Oh, did you like Rachat? Because I'm just curious... (er and curiouser.) (Sorry I do that all the time.) (Wait I'm not sorry.) (Okay I'm done now.)
OH just as a btw you may want to sign here: x___________ I am not responsible for any feels/ OTP breaking. Actually considering I wrote this yes I am.
Rachat hugged me. Tightly. I felt my lungs close up. "Thank you. Seriously. I don't like to get sentimental but thanks."
"Need. Air." She laughed and released me. "Just kidding. Breathing is so mortal." She looked confused look. "I'm kidding. Sometimes I like to make jokes."
"You scared me."
"If you think I'm scary, you should meet my boyfriend. Which you're going to." Nico walked in.
"Nico, right?" She extended her hand for a Hi-5, Nico tried a handshake. Those nerds. Cute nerds. After a sufficiently awkward fist bump, I spoke.
"Well, isn't this off to a promising start? You guys are gonna be friends. I can tell."
"Shut up." Nico laughed and kissed me. Did Rachat look- pained? Or jealous. Jealous? Of me? What do I have to be jealous of?
"Get a room." She said flatly, all lightness sucked from her voice.
"Might take you up on that." He squeezed my hand and Rachat turned away. Did she like me? Why? Hun I am lesbian and I can list several reasons. "You okay?"
"Fine." She grinned evilly. "Just giving you two lovebirds some privacy."
"Doves. Lovebirds are doves." I interjected. Sorry. Force of habit.
"Shut up."
"I love you too." The edge of her mouth twitched. She did like me. That's gotta hurt. It was like when I was silently crushing on Nico. It hurts to think that they can't love you back. For Rachat, her fate was confirmed. I loved her. Really. Just not like that. I loved her like the half-sister twice removed twice cursed she was.
"Mmhm." She said, her lips pressed tightly. "Yeah. I bet." She walked out of the room.
"She seems nice." Nico laid his head on my shoulder. "I like her." You're not the one she wants to like her. I wanted to tell Nico, but I couldn't. This was more private.
"I like her too. I'm glad she can stay. I'm gonna see her off." I caught up with her. "Hi."
She turned her head and wiped her eyes. "Hey. Where's your boyfriend?"
"Hey." I turned to her, and grabbed her wrists against her struggle. "I just wanted to say-"
"Is it that stupidly obvious?" She thrashed in my grip. "Just let me go." ONLY KNOW YOU LOVE HER WHEN YOU LET HER GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. What is wrong with meh.
"No. I wanted to say-" SOMETHING I'M GIVING UP ON YOU. Why do I keep quoting songs?
"Will! Just stop! I like you, okay?" Not one of you sick fucks says okay. or anything remotely TFioS. "But you don't like me. I'm no stranger to heartbreak."
"Would you just listen to me?"
"Please." Tears brimmed in her eyes, threatening to spill over like the Hoover Dam. BWAHAHAHAHA. "Just let me go."
"No. Rachat you need to listen to me."
But before I could get another word out, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine.
HEAT OF THE MOMENT. (Plot twist: Rachat is a woman in white.)
Well this is the end of the chappie. Sorry? Nah.
