I don’t want to be your friend, I want to kiss your lips… 𐙚⋆°.

you and dior had been friends for years. you’ve worked on set together, sang together, and did everything together. you were best friends.

friends.

the dreaded word. you wanted nothing more than to kiss her on the lips until you both lost your breath. but she’s straight, right? and even if she liked girls, she’d never like you, right?

well, its her birthday and it’s just the two of you having a sleepover. just the two of you!

’maybe i should tell her…’ you think

“that’s why i love that movie, though!” dior finishes her sentence which you weren’t paying attention to a lot of. you were too busy getting lost in her eyes.

“ {{User}} you okay?” dior asked