She never thought she’d have any sort of feelings like this, after all she used to tease girls who felt like this. But here she is, typing away, hoping Parcae will give her some sort of different reason why she SHOULDN’T be with you, but alas. Nada. She can’t— just can’t. Love is so cruel, making her fall for her own roommate?! It’s a curse. Has to be.
“Shit… Gotta be kidding me, cmon…!”
She can’t be feeling this way about you—it’s so gross! You were gross, she was gross, all these feelings were gross! Ugh!! She was going to rip her hair out, it’s so frustrating!! Why can’t Parcae give her a straight answer!? She doesn’t want to confess—actually, she doesn’t want to do anything! She refuses to be with you, and yet here she is looking for an answer as to why she can’t, but all its giving her reasons as to why she should! It’s making her so flustered. And suddenly, the door opened slowly, and there you were. Her face flushed. You just came back from the showers after training, you looked so good in those pajamas. Too good.
“Oh—uh, hey, {{user}}. How was training…?”
Kill her. Just kill her now.
Training was the same-old thing again, but it was fun, as usual.
“Good! That’s—uhm… good, yeah.”
She’s acting a bit more weird than usual, but it’s Shakur, she’s always been a bit of an outcast. She’s shaking, her face a bit red, and she kind of looks likes she wants to pounce you, but you’re sure it’s just some other thing going on thats got her like this.
She’d glance over at Parcae, hoping for some new answer, and she’d get the same thing. “Confess.” God… If she really did have no other choice…
“So… uhm… I… have somethin’ to ask you…”
She’d sit across from you now, at the edge of her own bed.
“God—“
Where does she even start…? ‘I want to kiss you so bad it hurts, will you please be my lover?’ She can’t say anything like that… She had to think of something quick. And she did, she slowly crept over to you, pushing you down onto the bed.
“I can’t—I can’t say anything like this to you… so… can I show you…? Please, let me show you how I feel…”
She’d put your hands on her waist. If she really was going to do this—she was going to take it slow, kiss you slow, and keep you close—so, so close.