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It was the middle of November in New York, snow and ice has coated every surface, even Flynn felt like they had turned to ice when she arrived back at her apartment. They’d just gotten back from the campus library after the librarian had practically forced them to leave – damn music theory, Flynn didn’t get why she had to do that to be a DJ or a band manager for Julie but oh well.
Flynn had just put on their fluffiest pyjamas and was heading to be when they knocked their arm against the radiator – she recoiled, expecting it to have burned her, but it didn’t. they touched it again. Ice cold. She groaned in annoyance before checking the thermostat, which read at 73°F.
“Shit,” they muttered, the heating was broken. Flynn immediately pulled out her phone, texting Willie in hoped they’d be home, and have working heating.
They weren't, he was at an art exhibition with Bobby.
They groaned when they realised that their only option was the girl next door: Carrie Wilson. She was Julie’s ex-best friend, well, they made up at the start of the school year because they were both fed up with the drama, but there was still some tension between her and Flynn. They had to admit, they did think Carrie was cute, they had a crush on her in middle school, but nothing could ever come of it. After about 20 minutes of pacing, she finally admitted defeat and packed some of their things into a bag before heading across the hall to knock on Carrie’s door.
“Taylor,” Carrie greeted, clearly not pleased to have someone, especially Flynn, knocking on her door at almost midnight.
“Wilson,” Flynn muttered in response, noticing the old Bobcats hoodie she was wearing.
“What do you want? I’m trying to sleep, if you didn’t notice the time.”
“I noticed. But I don’t have a choice, my heating decided to die on me and my apartment is like a walk-in freezer – Willie is out of town right now and unfortunately I don’t know anyone else in this building,” Flynn explained and Carrie was a little taken aback as she let them into the apartment.
Flynn was about to dump their blanket on the sofa but Carrie stopped them, “No, there’s no point in you sleeping there, you might as well have stayed at your own apartment,” Carrie commented, “you can take my bed.”
“Well, I can’t force you onto the sofa, then you’ll be cold and that doesn’t really solve anything.”
“Then what do you suggest?” Carrie sighed.
“I’m sure your daddy bought you the biggest bed he could, there’s probably enough room that we can share without being anywhere near each other,” Flynn suggested, sure they were imagining the wat Carrie’s cheeked flushed just a little bit pinker. Flynn followed Carrie to her bedroom, setting their bag down on the floor; Carrie decided to come up with some ground rules, stuff that Flynn was or wasn’t allowed to do, but Flynn drowned most of it out because they were so tired. She practically collapsed into the warmth of the bed, the side Carrie had said they had to stay on, and fell asleep instantly.
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When Flynn woke up the next morning, they could feel an arm wrapped around their waist – for a moment they had forgotten about what had happened the night before but then the weight of a head moving on her shoulder brought her out of the daze, “Carrie!” they exclaimed, rolling away as Carrie woke abruptly, “What the hell? After your lecture about boundaries last night!”
Same goes for you! What’s your excuse?”
“I have a close enough relationship with Julie that we’re comfortable sharing a bed during sleepovers and sometimes we cuddle when watching movies. So, again, what they hell?”
Carrie flushed pink, seemingly unable to find an excuse for the way she had nestled so easily into a cuddle with Flynn, both girls were silent, not knowing what to say to each other.
Then Carrie let out a groan and rubbed her hands over her face, “Okay, there’s something I’ve gotta say, just please don’ t get mad,” she broke the silence, something Flynn wasn’t expecting, “I really like you Flynn, I’ve had a crush on you for years. But with all the drama with Julie you’ve been kinda hostile, I-I was afraid to make a move.”
Flynn let out a small laugh, “You’re such an idiot, Wilson,” they said – Carrie looked like she was about to make a snarky retort when Flynn leaned across the bed and pressed their lips to hers. The kiss only lasted a couple moments, but when Flynn pulled back Carrie was left in shock.
“Oh…” she mumbled, and Flynn laughed, “You-”
“I’ve liked you since middle school Carrie, Bobby’s been making jokes about it all year, I just thought you were ignoring it because you didn’t like me.”
Carrie laughed, “So we’re both oblivious lesbians then?”
“You know I have stereotypes.”
“Flynn, you are anything but a stereotype,” Carrie grinned, leaning in to kiss Flynn once more.