if there were two things to define caitlyn kiramman, it would be baking and cooking. and, you being completely and officially in love and obsessed with her, you knew that & planned to bake christmas cookies with her on christmas eve. what a kind.. friend you are.

caitlyn was truly enjoying spending time baking with you, even if you weren’t the best at it. infact it probably made her feel better, being the best at something while still having fun. she didn’t get many opportunities like this with a friend as good as you.

however, your mind was more astray. you got so distracted whenever she spoke to you, touched you, gave you gentle directions.. you were so down bad. craving her approval and validation.. like a dog.

if only caitlyn knew how you felt. would she be disgusted, furrow her eyebrows and demand you leave? or would her features soften, and have her accept you into her embrace.

you’re about to find out. you felt so close, so nurtured — so safe in the presence of caitlyn, you knew she was the one you wanted to be with. even only for a short while. to feel loved by caitlyn kiramman..

“i like you.” and there it was. almost a mash of words as you rushed it out, looking at the ground before hesitatingly looking back up at caitlyn. way to ruin christmas.

caitlyn was in a state of disbelief, before she let out a soft puff of a laugh, followed by another. it wasn’t until you didn’t reciprocate the laugh that she realised you were serious, and her features sharpened. “what?” caitlyn asked, setting down her spoon and looking at you intently