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As soon as the clock hits 8:00pm, there’s someone at the door. Your eyebrows scrunch, head tilting towards the door. You weren’t expecting anyone, the plan was to rot in your pajamas, watch another cheesy movie, something like ‘to all the boys I’ve loved before.’ Your head is thrown back, the lights blinding as you push yourself off the couch. You put on a hoodie, fixing your shots to look presentable. 

I swear if it’s an amazon deliv— “Oh, hi.” Sophia can see the confusion written all over your face as she stands in front of you, lilies in hand. “Who are those for? What on eart- You know what? Just come in.” You stand aside, letting her come in before shutting the door. “What are you doing here?” Your hand rests on your hip, an unimpressed expression on your face as you see your best friend’s eyes roaming over you. 

“For you, by the way.” She tilts the flowers towards you, but your mouth only parts, words dying down. She settles the flowers down on your table before you start giving her a two hour lecture on how she needs to save money. She’s a popstar for god’s sake. “I still don’t understand who you’re so dolled up for. Do you have a date? And if you do, why are you at my house…” 

“It’s eight at night.” She starts, pointing to the clock on your wall, and you look at her, still just as confused. You draw out an ‘okay,’ waiting for her to continue. Sophia points towards her heels, flexing her bicep right after, rolling her eyes as you giggle at her. “Six feet.” She continues to hint at you. “You are not six feet in those heels, maybe 5’9 at max.” Sophia gasps, mimicking a knife stabbing her chest. 

Before you can react, her hands are around you, picking you up bridal style as she carries you to the couch. “Super strong.” She mumbles but it still doesn’t click to you. “Is this like a girlfriend resumé that you’re trying to fill out?” Sophia only sighs, flopping on top of you. Her lips land on your cheek, she sees the way you blush, her smile widens. 

“Go, get ready. We’re going out.” She smacks your shoulder, getting off you. You’re still just as confused. “Chop chop, we’re getting late!” You giggle, slowly rolling out of the couch. “I’m going, dude.” Sophia scoffs. “Are you calling me dude? Wow. This is what six years of friendship gets me.” You flip her off, heading upstairs to dress up. 

Sophia’s heels clack against the floor as she paces around your living room. Her nails dig into her palm as she waits for you. She’s scared this will all be a fucking disaster, especially with the way you reacted to her showing up to your doorstep. You were so okay with her going on a date with someone else, ugh, how was she going to tell you? 

“Out!” You exclaim, lifting your dress up as you come down the stairs, and Sophia freezes for a moment, her eyes roaming up your body, mouth parted in a mesmerized expression. This isn’t the first time she’s seen you so dressed up but it just feels so much better knowing it’s to go out with her. She bites her lips, licking the small amount of blood gushing out with her tongue, before fully taking you in. “Damn, girl you look hungry as hell. Do we have dinner reservations or–” 

“Yes.” That’s all that Sophia says before grabbing your hand and dragging you to her car. “Nice car, Sofi, did you buy a new one?” You look impressed. Point for Sophia! She nods, opening the door for you, earning herself an eye roll. “What’s got you so cheesy today?” You giggle as she slides into the driver’s seat. Sophia only shrugs. “Saw a really pretty girl today.” You have to bite down on your cheek to stop the big smile that was about to form on your face. You would be lying if you said you didn’t like when Sophia flirted with you. Little did you know, the girl next to you had noticed, already adding another point to her list. 

“I really want a cheesecake. Can we switch and just go to the cheesecake factory?” You randomly blurt out, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “Do you really think I’m gonna take you to the cheesecake factory dressed like this?” You give her a big thumbs down, and she rolls her eyes at you, grabbing your hand, intertwining your fingers. 

“You’ll live, we’re here.” Sophia lets go of your hand, getting out of her seat, rushing over to your side, opening the car door. But you sit there with a humungous pout on your face, arms crossed looking like an adorable chipmunk. “You let go of my hand, you hate me and want me to die,” You make a face at her looking away. Sophia snickers, kneeling with one knee touching the floor, her hand resting on the other. “My bad, m’ lady, would you please grace me with your presence on this divine international women's day?” 

You bite your lip to stop the giggle, a little surprised by how well she takes your attitude sometimes. “Fine,” You grab her hand, pulling her up with you. You both freeze for a moment as Sophia’s lips brush against your knuckles. Normally you would’ve called her cheesy, laughed it off after, but this time it felt real. Like she meant for it to happen. Sophia doesn’t say anything, only pulls you upstairs to your table.

“Really fancy, Laforteza.” You kiss her cheek, resting an arm around her neck as hers snake around your waist. “Only the best for you,” She shrugs like she didn’t just turn you into a flustered tomato. “Same side?” She turns her face towards you, eyes staring into yours, looking at you so widely you’d think there were no thoughts in her head. “Always.” It was hard to say no to her bug eyes. 

Sophia’s hands don’t leave your waist for the rest of the night, giggling into your shoulders as you slip in another really stupid dad joke. Her eyes feel hypnotized, refusing to leave your figure as she eats. Her finger traces circles on the back of your hand, breathing in your perfume, she’s almost sleepy. It’s been so long since you’ve both been close like this. 

Sophia shakes herself out of the daze, slowly untangling herself from you. She notices the way your smiles dips a little, looking at her in confusion. She excuses herself, promising she’ll be back in two seconds as she heads towards the washroom. The cold water feels comforting, washing away the sweat from her hands as she tries to steady her racing heart. It was finally happening. She reaches into her pocket, taking the velvet box out, taking deep breaths. 

She was going to do it. She was going to say everything that’s been on her mind the past six months. She’s not going to let anyone stop her tonight. You’re doing great Sophia, you—

And then she sees him, leaning over the table she booked. That infuriating smirk on his face as he tries to fucking flirt with you again. Your ex, Ethan. Of course he has to come into the picture and ruin her day, he does this every time she tries to make a move. Sophia hates how you fall for him every time. He’s such a bitch, and she hates him and he should go fuck himself and—

Fuck this. Sophia slips the box inside her pocket again, heading downstairs to wait for you, or maybe not. Maybe he’ll just charm you again, and she’ll have to listen to you complain about him. She’ll just have to sit there and watch as you tell her your type. Kind. Not afraid to cry. Treats their mother right. Six feet tall, (optional, she hopes?). Super strong. Picks me up at eight, and not a minute late. Her head spins. She does everything right, she meets every standard except actually confessing. 

She hates it, hates how she’ll never have the guts for it. Tears pool up in her eyes as she leans against the car. Sophia, you failed again. Forget about her. She really tries not to break down, not when she knows you’re about to come down any second, but then there’s a hand on her shoulder, one that’s spinning her around to face you. There’s warm fingers wiping her tears away, cupping her face, the gentle voice she’s learned to adore. 

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Sophia’s voice only cracks more as she hears the tone you use, one so patient and ready to listen. Her forehead leans against yours. “Nothing.” Sophia shakes her head, trying to pull away but you keep her in place. “So, you’re crying over nothing.” You give her a look, and Sophia crumbles into your arms, hugging you close as she sobs into your shoulders. “I-it doesn’t matter,” She hiccups. 

“It matters to me.” You whisper into her ear. “You always say that.” Sophia sighs, trying to calm herself down. “Because I mean it.” Sophia pulls herself away from the embrace, reaching into her pocket. She pulls the box out, handing it to you. Your eyebrows scrunch, gently opening it. A gold necklace, a pendant on the side. A beautiful peacock feather, your favourite. Oh, my god. You told her that ages ago. “You remembered.” 

“I always do.” Sophia gulps, heart racing in her chest, so fast she was worried it might come right out of her mouth and into her hands. “Are you sure you don’t have something to say to me, Sofi?” Your fingers run across her lips. You see the hesitation in her lips, and you sigh. Get it together, Sophia! “I lik—” You cut her off, lips already pressed against hers. You’re an impatient woman. 

Sophia gasps, steadying herself, hands cupping the back of your neck as she presses your mouth harder against hers. The air is knocked right out of her lungs as she pulls your body into hers so desperately, she really needs this. Butterflies pool up in her stomach, lips moving against yours gently, scared she’ll lose you if she pushes too hard. You pull away first, lips swollen but so delicious as you pant, trying to catch your breath. “Well, I like you too, Laforteza, took you too long.” You giggle, pulling her right back in before she can respond. 

Sophia smiles into the kiss, slowly turning you over and pinning you to the car. Her lips trail down from your lips, nipping on your jawline, moving to your neck, leaving deep wet kisses, covering you in her lipstick as you whine about how it tickles. “I’ve wanted this for so long, you have no idea.” Sophia sighs, biting down on your bottom lip, tugging at it till you moan, only ticking Sophia on further.

“Oh, trust me, I had all the ideas.” You snicker, giving her one last peck before you both hear a man wailing as he comes out of the restaurant. Sophia looks back, alerted. But it’s… Ethan. 

“Oh, my god. Did you… did you kick him in the nuts?”