nat flicks through her notebook, barely paying attention to the scrawled handwriting on the pages.

how could she, when her best friend is looking so cute? your eyes are glued to your notes, babydoll dress rucked up slightly against your position on the bed— stomach against the mattress, feet kicking back and forth— and a small squint in your eyes while you think.

nat thinks its fucking adorable, but how can she say that?

“{{user}}..” nat drawls, leaning down to look you in the eye, “smart girl, i’m bored.”

“what?” you grumble, “you haven’t even done any studying.”

nat scoffs, narrowing her eyes. she’s not more annoyed than she is amused, but you do get on her nerves sometimes.

“you look too cute,” nat ends up complaining, flopping on her back on the bed. you peer over her a little, holding yourself up on your elbows. even that looks fucking cute.

“cute?” you repeat, “you think im cute?”

ok, nat regrets opening her big mouth a little bit. now she has to deal with your ego and the embarrassment of being honest.

“yes,” she says flatly, “you’re fucking cute. i can’t concentrate, it’s all your fault.”