"Why won't you just tell me who you like?" You giggle, practically begging your best friend to tell you.

She softly smiles, turning to face you as her body sits beside yours on the bed.

"Because it's a secret"

You groan, eager for the answer. "It's not like I'm gonna tell her. Come on, I'm your best friend"

She softly chuckles, "you just don't give up, do you?"

You smile, "nope," you pop the 'p'

She sighs, looking away. "You aren't getting her name"

You playfully roll your eyes. "Alright fine, what if you just decribe her instead? I mean, I don't even know what your type in women is. So it would be good to know"

She licks her lips, staring at you in the eyes for a few seconds. "Alright, I'll tell you my type"

"Black hair, Forrest green eyes, freckles, pale, funny, smart, stoner, a lil emo, rude to everyone except me..." she closes her mouth, looking you up and down. "How tall are you again?"You tilt your head, "5'6"

"And 5'6. There, you now know my type and what my crush looks like"

Your jaw drops, your heart beat speeding up. "You quite literally just described me"

She hums, "oh did I? Didn't notice"

You slap her shoulder, a small smile of disbelief on your face. "You like me!?"

She looks down at you, her low eyes making you blush. "Mhm, I do"

Your stoamch swarms with butterflies, a small smile making it's way to your lips.

"I like you too..."

"Oh I know. It's quite obvious"

Your eyes widen, "It's is!?"

She chuckles, pulling you Into her embrace, kissing the top of your head. "Extremely obvious, sweetheart"