closed starter for @hurtpeoplearelethal because what we need is definitely another thread
Gen was laying on her bed, head propped against her unnecessary number of pillows, socked feet nudging Will, who was sitting opposite of her propped against the footboard, every couple of minutes playfully as they exchanged questions about each others lives. They’d covered the bases, things people didn’t tend to ask about, but Gen personally saw as essential to really knowing another person: favorite homecooked meal and minor holiday, best and worst Christmas presents received, the Christmas present you most wanted but never got (Gen’s was a Barbie Dream House). Will’s questions had been more standard: favorite color, first pet’s name, the like. Gen was drawing circles on her stomach gently, still getting used to the bump growing there, and often having to remind herself that there was actually a human being growing inside of her.
It was her turn to ask a question and she had stalled for a while, staying somewhat silent, a slight smile still lingering on her lips from the last round of answers. “Have you ever been in love?” she asked finally. Before a few months ago, she hadn’t ever paid the boy much mind and it seemed weird to her now, when he was in her life every day that she didn’t know who had mattered to him before they had started talking, not that it was the same, anyway. They were just friends after all. He was just helping her out.
