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Last night had been eventful for both parties, in their own ways of course. For Riley and Zoey, it had been a night of laughter and getting to know one another on a deeper level. As for Suzie and Abigail... they got ahead of themselves for sure. They drank, danced, somehow made their way back to Abby's... one thing lead to another and now they were asleep together on the couch.
Zoey immediately snapped a photo, sending it to Riley.
Zoey
check this out
Zoey
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Riley
oh shit i was wondering why i couldnt find suzie anywhere
Riley
see i told you theyd be good together
Zoey
i dont want to disturb them, but i also dont want two grown women snoring on my couch
Riley
suzie wont bite
Riley
just tap her on the shoulder
Zoey
im good... i guess they can spend the night here and we can go from there
Riley
alright, goodnight then
Zoey
goodnight!!!!!
Zoey shoves her phone in her pocket and makes her way to her bedroom, humming a song. She stops in front of a full length body mirror, and it feels like her world stops. She feels like there's something missing, or as crazy as it sounds, something gone entirely.
"Am I losing it already?" She mutters to herself with a small snicker. It's common for her to not feel at ease with the image in the mirror, but feeling like there's someone entirely different in front of her is something rather odd.
She ends up scrolling on her phone for an hour before eventually drifting off to sleep. Her dreams have always been vivid, but she could've sworn she felt Riley's face as she held it. Her heart feels like it's going to jump out her chest in this unconscious state of hers. Before she can lean in, she hears a shout come from outside her bedroom door.
"What the fuck happened last night?!"
A startled Abigail shouts, causing Suzie to roll off of her. "I-I'm really sorry! I don't recall anything!" She tries to explain herself, feeling guilty even if this isn't inherently her fault.
"O-oh, I don't mean to yell at you, I just... am thoroughly uncomfortable and confused." Abby explains with an awkward demeanor.
Zoey yawns and steps forward, opening the door to see the two trying to figure out what happened. "Hey, guys..." She blinks a few times, noticing their heavy stares. "You both got drunk at the bar, and I came home to see you two laying on one another. It's really not that confusing in hindsight."
A collective 'oh' was heard among the two girls. "I'll call Riley to pick you up, Suzie."
"Oh, why– uh... Thank you." Suzie clasps her hands together in appreciation. "I'm sorry about all of this, I swear I wasn't in my right mind." She explains genuinely, trying to fix up the living room she had accidentally made a mess out of.
"It's... no worries." Zoey responds, scratching the back of her neck. She reaches for her phone to call Riley, but it rings with their call before she can do it herself.
"Hey Zo, you mind if I come by to pick up Suzie? Sorry about all this shit, too. I feel bad somehow?"
Zoey taps her chin, looking back and forth from her phone to the women. "It's all fine. I was just about to call you. I... I really want to see you, anyway."
She feels herself heating up profusely. This should be just a normal conversation, and she's getting worked up about it. How embarrassing!
Riley arrives at the house, greeting Zoey and looking behind her. "Holy shit, you look a mess." They state bluntly, in to which Suzie responds with a single pathetic whine.
"Thanks a lot for letting her stay here, if it were me I would've kicked her out immediately and let her fend for herself." They tease, earning another huff from the strawberry blonde.
Zoey bites her lip hard. She feels the need to say something more, but just settles on "It really is no problem, I could handle it."
Riley gives her a smile, exiting the house with the hungover Suzie.
"They're into you." Abigail bluntly states. "Huh? N-no! Of course not!" Zoey stammers, frantically trying to defend her case. "They're just really sweet, that's all."
"I don't buy it. I've been to that bar like a thousand times, and they're always so blunt with everything they do. I'm sure this is different." Yawning, Abby stretches. "I'm heading to my bed and will definitely change into pyjamas. Don't disturb." She disappears into her room, and like many times, Zoey is left deep in thought.
- A few weeks later -
Zoey's drawing in the living room watching her favorite animes per usual.
"ZOEY!"
She's woken up from her little bubble, standing up straight immediately after sitting like a shrimp for 2 hours. She swore she cracked at least 10 bones in her back.
"Yeah?" She responds, confused as to why Abigail sounds this urgent. "I need your help. Seriously."
"Alright, hit me." She crosses her arms timidly, not knowing what to expect. If anything, Abby's the most unpredictable person she has ever met in her 26 years of life.
"I need you to go on a date with me." Zoey's eyes widen. She opens and closes her mouth like a fish out of water, to which Abby clarifies, "Not with you, stupid! Like, accompanying me. Let me explain."
"Basically, I got a date with Suzie. Shocking, I know." She mutters the last part due to Zoey's smug smirk. "Anyway, I'm awkward as FUCK so I need you to come with me. Got it?"
The older girl shakes her head swiftly. "N-no! That'll be even more awkward! You're a grown woman, you can handle this! Stop acting like a middle schooler, Abby, and just go! Haven't you guys already made out?"
"First of all, we were drunk as fuck." Abigail rolls her eyes. "Second, I... already told her you were coming. Sorry!"
Before Zoey can protest any further, Abby adds a string of words that make her brain freeze.
"I told her to bring Riley along, like a double-date kind of scenario. Aren't I the best wingman you've ever had?"
Hesitating a bit longer, Zoey lets out a groan. "Fine, I guess... Only because I don't want to make Riley feel like a third wheel.
The younger woman pumps her fists into the air in a victory style motion. "You're the best, Zo! We go to Caine's Cuisine at 7 PM sharp, so go get dressed! Best of all, Riley's adoptive father owns the place, so we'll be eating for less!"
Once Abigail is out of sight, Zoey stares off into the ceiling, the TV long forgotten.
"What am I going to do?"