#chgigi

15. Crystal/Gigi R. Meet Cute

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Crystal had been running around her apartment complex for nearly ten minutes now, trying to find her cat. He’d gotten out while she was taking out the garbage and by the time she’d noticed, he wasn’t anywhere to be found on her floor.

Eventually, she made her way down into the laundry room and her eyes widened. There he was, curled up in someone’s laundry basket, presumably full of warm, clean clothes. “There you are!” She darted over. “Jesus, how long have you been here?”

Before she could interrogate her cat further, a girl turned around. “Oh, is this your cat? He jumped into my basket a couple minutes ago. I was just about to check his tags, but he just seemed so comfy,”

“I’m just glad he didn’t get out of the building,” she chuckled, scooping the cat into her arms. “Are you new here? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

She shrugged. “Yeah, I’ve only been here a few weeks. My name’s Gigi.”

“Crystal, nice to meet you… even under these circumstances.” She hesitated a moment, then added, “you know, he really seems to like you… maybe you could come over and visit sometime. You know, for his sake.”

Gigi perked up and nodded. “Sure, here, lemme take your phone and send myself my address, so you have both.” She figured it’d be easier than making her try to text and hold the cat. She tucked the phone into Crystal’s pants pocket when done. “I’ll see you later,” she winked before grabbing her basket and heading out to the elevator.

“I recognize that face,” Nicky observed with a smirk.

“Face? What face?” Jackie sputtered, doing little to seem even remotely innocuous. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

She just laughed at her friend’s poor attempt at denial. “Please. I know an ‘oh’ face when I see one.”

“Ew, Nicky.”

The blonde rolled her eyes. “Not like that. You just realized I was right and you do have a crush on Gigi,” she surmised triumphantly.

In turn, Jackie groaned in defeat. “And what difference does it make? What model works in a high end agency and goes ‘oh yeah, I wanna bang the office secretary’?”

“More than you may think.”

The two turned around to see Gigi leaning against the door frame with a smirk. “Nicky, darling, could you give us a moment?”

I Won't Say I'm in Love - Hercules

No chance, no way I won't say it, no, no You swoon, you sigh It's too cliche I won't say I'm in love I thought my heart had learned its lesson It feels so good when you start out My head is screaming get a grip, girl Unless you're dying to cry your heart out

Symone watched Gigi do her makeup in the mirror and shook her head. “Do you have any idea how ridiculous you’re being’? I don’t see why you can’t just ask Jackie out. It can’t be because you don’t know if she’s gay ‘cause my Momma could tell and she’s half blind.” 

Gigi scoffed, tossing her hair off her shoulder. “You’re the one being ridiculous, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Jackie is my tutor. These grad school dissertations don’t write themselves you know.”

fun fact! i also did not know what ship to pick so i used a random number generator to pick one from the rdg list, and that's how we got goodesport, but i think it was cute

44. “You little brat.”

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Gigi looked around the living room as Jan finished putting up decorations. “You know, I thought you were being hella extra at first, but everything seems to have come together nicely,” she observed before turning to grab a bottle of sparkling water from the fridge. “So, when’s the ankle biter getting here, again?”

Jan scoffed. “First of all, she's turning twelve, not two. Secondly, she has a name. And you should know it – she might be your sister-in-law one day.” 

“Relax, I’m just fucking with you,” she chuckled. “Marcia’s a good kid, fuck knows where she got it from,” she teased.

She gasped in mock offense. “You little brat,” she huffed, tossing one of the still rolled-up streamers at her. “You’re horrible, I don’t know how I put up with you,” she said with no malice, her smile making it clear that she meant the complete opposite. 

“Says the girl soft-launching a marriage talk,” Gigi smirked, setting the bottle down in favor of wrapping her arms around Jan’s waist from behind. “You love me so much, it makes you look stupid,” she cooed as she playfully nipped along the shell of her ear. “I can’t blame you for having good taste. You know, I think I would make a fantastic in-law.”

“What the fuck did I miss?” Rosé asked as she walked back inside with Denali in tow, both of them carrying food for the party. 

“Nothing, Rosie,” Jan hummed airily. “We’re just about finished. Marsh should be here by two, right?”

The other couple nodded, then Denali piped up with, “y’all have to keep an eye on that friend she’s glued to. I know a baby gay with her first crush when I see one, and I’m sensing a little puppy love between them.”

“The girl that moved from Nevada?” Gigi asked. “That's cute.” 

I Can Hear the Bells – Hairapray

No lyrics bcs I can’t get it to format on mobile but here’s a link to the song if you don’t know it lol

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“Are you feeling okay?” Jaida asked, brows furrowed in concern. “You’re all flushed and your eyes are all glazed. And I know you didn’t get high, ‘cause you don’t do that shit before class since you can’t hide being stoned if your life depended on it.”

Whatever Jaida said had gone in one ear and out the other, Gigi still lost in her blissful state. “I’m still spinning,” she swooned. “Crystal finally spoke to me today, she said my shirt looked cool and was impressed when I said I made it.”

35. “I’m just saying we’d make a cute couple.”

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Gigi looked over Crystal’s shoulder, peering close to see what he was looking at. “Are you reading fanfic about us again?”

“What? This one’s good!” Crystal defended with a pout. “I feel like I learn more about myself, like I would be a really cool lesbian.”

“You are a really cool lesbian,” she joked as she sat beside him on the couch. “But I’m starting to think you’re reading these for inspiration. Is there something you’d like to tell me?” she playfully accused, bumping her shoulder against his.

“Do you actually care?” Gigi asked, stilling the movements of her fingers while she waited for an answer.

There was a brief pause of hesitation before Crystal shook her head. “Not really, no.”

She waited until she was certain Crystal was comfortable with continuing before she curled her fingers and thrust them steadily, savoring the whimpers and moans she elicited.

And someone likely could hear them, the music blaring through the bar was stifled in the bathroom, the contrast in sound and lighting creating almost a liminal space, a moment they allowed themselves to be lost in.

The bathroom was empty when they finished, much to their relief, and they rejoined their friends shortly after.

“Heard someone say there was a couple fucking in the bathroom,” Symone remarked. “Y’all wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

i need you to know i immediately forgot every music video to ever exist upon reading this. anyway here’s goodbye earl (so… tw for implied dv and like. actual murder)

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Gigi rushed into Crystal’s hospital room, her heart shattering when she saw the sorry state her best friend was in. “We’re not gonna let him get away with this,” she crouched down beside her and took her hand. “That man won’t see the end of the week.”

And so the plan went into action. Luckily, Crystal had the habit of collecting mismatched plates, so it was easy for her to keep track of which one had the poisoned black eyed peas and set that one in front of her husband. The two girls ate their dinner like any other night, knowing that when he went to sleep, he wouldn’t wake back up.

“Are you worried people are gonna start looking for him and asking questions?” Crystal asked as Gigi drove down to the lake.

“Nah,” she shook her head, “no one’s gonna miss him.” And once they tossed the tarp-wrapped body into the lake, she was certain that would be the end of it.

There was a brief period of investigation, but even on day one, it was clear that nobody was all that concerned with finding him, and a few months out, everyone had all but completely forgotten that man.

“You’re not flying back out to Atlanta? You’re sure?” Crystal asked as they set up their roadside stand.

“It’s okay, I got to sow my oats in the city. Maybe we’ll go back together one day,” she mused as she neatly organized jars of jam. “Being here with you is more important.”

“Geege?”

“Hm?”

Crystal cupped her face and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I love you, I always have.”

Gigi smiled and kissed her again. “I know. I’d say it’s a shame that he had to die for us to get here, but let’s be real, there’s no real loss. Don’t lose any sleep at night, okay?”