You were in Shauna’s room with Jackie, the two of them having decided that they were going to dress Shauna for the party celebrating the game that sent the team to nationals.

They’d already “helped” you with your outfit which was black jeans and a black button-up which was currently undone because you were warm upper body and top surgery scars on display as you were stretched out on Shauna’s bed, propped on your elbows, as you listened to them bicker. Your eyes drifted to Shauna as she held a T-shirt up in the mirror, checking the fit. She caught your gaze through the glass, her throat bobbing as she swallowed before you looked away, attention shifting to Jackie.

Jackie stood up from the chair in front of the mirror and crossed the room, flopping down near your legs and leaning back on her hands. She shook her head at the button-up Shauna had pulled on.

“I like it,” you said casually.

Jackie glanced at you, unimpressed. “You like everything.”

You huffed, shaking your head. “That’s because you both look good in everything.”

You tipped your head back, staring at the ceiling, missing the way Jackie’s eyes traced from your throat down your chest and abs before stopping at the waistband of your boxers. Checking you out for what seemed like the 10th time since the past hour.

She looked back to Shauna quickly, like she’d been caught, and cleared her throat before launching into something about Randy Walsh.

You half-tuned it out until Shauna snapped.

“Maybe I don’t want to wear the red dress, and I definitely don’t want to hook up with Randy fucking Walsh.”

You stayed quiet as the tension shifted. Shauna turned back to her clothes rack, rifling through hangers. Your gaze slid to Jackie, who shifted on the bed and exhaled, her whole demeanor softening now that she realized she’d pushed too far.

Which then caused Jackie to start trash-talking Randy, and Shauna fired back, and the mood cracked. They both laughed.

You relaxed. “Didn’t he give everyone lice in elementary school?”

They both made faces before nodding, laughter picking back up.

“And I still think you should wear the boob dress,” you added with a shrug.

Shauna shot you a look. You grinned.

“What!? It’s a good dress.”

You put on your most innocent expression and looked away. Jackie nodded faintly, mumbling, “It is a good dress.” In agreement causing Shauna to roll her eyes and turn back to the clothing rack hand going to the said dress before sighing and pulling it from the hanger, Jackie watching her peel her clothes off chewing on her lip clearly now checking Shauna out.