coffees and blue violets || (girlxgirl)

/twelve/

coffees and
blue violets

          "Bro, I definitely made out with Ade last night."

The hot cafe latte that was once in Blake's mouth was now splattered on Gwyneth's face and clothes. Gwyneth closed her eyes for a second while her lips are pursed in irritation.

"No thanks, Blake. I prefer an americano." Blake paused, seeing Gwyneth with his coffee from his mouth now all over the table and her face. He reached for a tissue, wiping the liquid in urgency as to not anger the brown eyed girl more.

"Shit sorry. But, wait. What? When did that happen?" Blake asked, looking at his boyfriend, also asking him the same question. Quinn averted his eyes to Blake, giving him a shrug and an 'are you kidding me?' look.

"Baby, I told you. I don't remember what happened after London opened the fourth bottle." Quinn shook his head, sipping his green tea. Adelyn grimaced as she saw what Quinn was drinking. She's not a fan of green tea. To her, it tastes like grass.

"All I remember was that when y'all passed out, Ade and I took the remaining drinks and a wine in the fridge to her room. We drank and everything was a blur after that. But I really remember kissing her. I can still feel her lips on mine the fuck." She whispered the last sentence but the couple in front of her definitely heard it.

"You're whipped," Blake commented while Quinn laughed quietly.

"Oh don't start with me. I know all about your operation: make Quinn mine last year and all of your rants about his dreamy eyes and precious smile and warm hands! You made me feel single the entire year." Gwyneth clicked her tongue mockingly while Blake turned red at what she said. When Blake met Quinn during freshman year, he was annoyed at the fact that he's attracted to a handsome human being. Not annoyed that he looked better. A few weeks after they became friends, he knew that he has to make a move on Quinn and so he told about his plan to Gwyneth who now knows everything.

"Shut the fuck up, Gwyneth. He doesn't know about it."

"He is right here. Text me all about it later, Neth." Quinn winked at the brown eyed girl, "Anyway, is that all that you remember?"

Gwyneth nodded with a pout, stirring her half empty iced americano with the straw. She let out a sigh, and the couple knew.

"You don't know what to do about it, do you?" Blake asked.

"I don't even know if she remembers it. And even if she does, I'll probably avoid the situation and act like I don't remember."

//

          "So, Gwyneth and I made out last night."

London choked on her grilled chicken cheese sandwich. Her eyes widened, not expecting that to happen. What she was expecting was to wake up and see all of her friends making fun about her drunken shenanigans from the night before while they help her puke her guts out in the bathroom. But when she woke up, she only saw Adelyn eating alone in the kitchen. She soon saw Blake's text that he was heading out with Gwyneth and Quinn since Adelyn and her were still sleeping by the time they were craving hangover meals.

"What the fuck girl? Seriously? What are you gonna do?" London asks after wiping her mouth.

"Knowing Gwy, she probably doesn't remember anything. I think she blacked out before we started drinking the wine. If I brought it up knowing that she doesn't remember, we're just gonna end up being awkward with each other. And I don't want to be awkward with my bestfriend."

London raised her eyebrows at the last word. "Really? Who in their right mind makes out with their bestfriend?"

"We were drunk, London. We got carried away by the alcohol and she probably thought I was Ichika."

"Ichika? Gwyneth's Asian friend?" London asked in a flat tone. "Sure, girl. Sure she did."

London's head was already spinning from last night's drinks. And Adelyn's assumptions and story just made it even worse. She just wants to lock the two in a confined place and force them to confess to each other but no. They both had to be too oblivious to their feelings for each other and too stubborn to admit it.

Adelyn pouts at the crumbs on her plate. She didn't know if she was jealous at her own assumption, if she was sad because Gwyneth doesn't remember, or if she was angry at herself because she'll probably make things awkward. The blue eyed girl wondered how her friend might react if she knew what happened last night.

Will she be sorry? But Adelyn doesn't want Gwyneth to be sorry. She wants her friend to own up to it. But she doesn't know how that will happen.

But what she didn't know was that at the cafe where her friend is, Gwyneth was also overthinking.