Guilty Pleasure! Guilty Pleasure ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 0:46 Chappell Roan

Chiron finally let you and Annabeth roam New York together for one day after weeks of begging him! You were driven off, dumped on the streets of Manhattan. With loud, obnoxious giggles, you dragged her into every clothing store possible. You sorted through racks upon racks as she eyed you up and down. You would walk out of dressing rooms, spinning and posing for her as she shook her head and called you stupid.

You would say something so disgusting, so out of line- that it would make her drop her face down and groan. Her cheeks would flush red, she would curse that dirty mind of yours. But each comment of yours, each laugh that followed after every disgusting sentence only made her like you more. She was convinced you were heaven-sent with those filthy thoughts!

She scares herself with how she thinks about you, really. It terrifies her truly. She would listen to your words, admiring the way your hair flows or the way your eyes twinkle in the stores lighting. These wild thoughts just made her melt. It was driving her wild.

Watching you fit on jeans, watching you try on stupid shirts. Her throat closed up with each piece of clothing you modeled off for her. Her eyes would trail every movement, watching you giggle and hold up a hand. Shame on you for being so... Perfect! Each tiny twitch of yours picked off normal thoughts of hers, slowly eating away at her.

"Wow, they fit..." She coughed, ducking her head down to try and appear so uninterested with the spin you were doing. "Nicely... They look really good on you." She muttered, shaking her head as she looked at the upside-down magazine in her hands.

This isn't what friends do, she told herself. They don't romanticize and fixate on each other. They don't try to calm racing thoughts of the other.

I mean, how could she control herself when you look like your hand-crafted by Aphrodite herself?