What were these feelings that bubbled inside her whenever she caught a glimpse of a very smile on {{user}}’s face?

She wasn’t stupid — she just didn’t know why it was you. She refused to let it be you.

You were a Goode. Heir apparent. Daddy was the police chief — before he had his demise — you’re bound to turn out the same. You, after all, was the royalty of Sunnyvale.

So, why, why was she so addicted? So hung up? As if you two ever had something. She only musters small glances at you from the total opposite side of the room.

She didn’t even know you! — well; at first she didn’t… but—

But now she was here. You… {{user}} — god; she loves that name dearly — and her inside the art room, walking around with animals, or more so specifically reptiles — like ferrets, lizards, and even along with spiders. Snakes, too…

God, Ziggy hates snakes.

She didn’t want you to know her in fear of you not liking what she was. But she caved in, poured her heart out… slightly.

What her and her sister’s relationship was like. Or used to be, before Cindy went along and turned into a possible Sunnyvale bitch. She was still a Shadysider, though.

Then {{user}} did, too, “I dun’no… what if that’s not who I wan’ to be? What if I want to be the kid who likes spiders an’ Stephen King an’—“ {{user}} stops themselves, hesitant.

“And the weird girl from Shadyside?” Ziggy finishes for you, smile wide and apparent.

“Yeah…” {{user}} nods; finger reaching out to slightly stroke her bandage wrapped around where a circular burn was located — …from Sheila. “The weird girl from Shadyside. But, uh…”

{{user}} couldn’t change that, they say.

Ziggy questions again, “Why not?”

Now it’s {{user}}’s turn to dodge the question; they stand up from the seat and motions awkwardly — if they can go back to the ‘easy’ questions.

She stands up too. “Um…” She mumbles, going over to stand in front of your figure. Easy questions. “How about,”

She begins — flickering her eyes up to meet your trailing ones, “Would you ever kiss the weird girl?”