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Lottie Matthews - Natalie Scatorccio (Platonic)
modern/no crash
"Is Lottie okay?" You asked, walking alongside your best friend, Natalie.
She pursed her lips, glancing at you. "I mean, nothing's coming to mind, why?"
"I think she's feeling guilty about something." You pouted a little as you crossed your arms.
"What? Do you think she's cheating on you?" Natalie asked, huffing in disbelief. "No way, the girl is head over heels."
"She keeps buying me things."
Natalie laughed. "Since when do you complain about that?" You rolled your eyes, shoving the girl, playfully.
"I'm being serious, I get she's a gift giver, but this is a lot. Even for a rich girl like her."
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"Hey," You looked up from the library table to see your girlfriend, her arms behind her back as she wiggled a little out of nerves. "I got you something."
You raised an eyebrow, seeing her looking at you excitedly was pretty cute and you didn't mind the swelling in your heart. "Again?" She bit her lip, nodding quickly. "You're adorable." You shook your head, smiling softly when you saw her flush. "Do I have to get up or...?" She quickly sat down, bringing her arms around to reveal what she gave you.
It was in a pretty little box with a ribbon wrapped into a bow. You furrowed your eyebrows at her, taking the box in your hands. There was a little card that you picked up, in Lottie's scribbled handwriting, it said 'Happy Birthday!'. Then it hit you, and your face changed, which worried Lottie. "It is your birthday right?"
Your face scrunched up as you nodded. "Totally forgot about that." You placed the card on the table and removed the tissue that she shoved.
"Your birthday?" She was a little confused until you gave her a look, reminding her. "Oh, right." Just as you took out the last bit of tissue, she remembered what she was going to say. "That's actually why I got you a few gifts."
You felt your eyes tearing up as you pulled out the gift. "I fucking hate you." She felt her heart drop, but then the sad and teary smile on your face reassured her, just a little bit.
"Do you not like it?" She was scared once more, but you shook your head, throwing your head back to get the tears to go back into your head.
There was a necklace that had a diamond crusted cross from Tiffany and Co, you weren't religious yourself, but your family was and it meant a lot to you. "Thanks, Lot, I love it. Could you help me put it on?" She nodded, getting up to clasp it on your neck. While she clasped it, your eyes caught onto a shine that came from the box, your eyes widened. "Lottie, you do realize that we've only been dating for 5 months, right?" You took it out, it was a rose gold key top ring, also from Tiffany and Co. "I love the ring, a lot, but this shit is expensive."
She smiled, nodding. "It is," You opened your mouth to oppose against her, but she kept on talking. "But I'm not proposing," You let out a small breath of relief, making the two of you laugh. "I know you, y/n. You would scold me for using money for this instead of helping donate towards causes. Which is why I didn't get a totally real one and doubled the money to donate. So that when I do propose, I could use the real one."
You slapped her shoulder. "I hate you." You pouted. "You make it hard to get you gifts." She let out a small laugh. "I hate rich people." You handed the ring to her. "Get on your knees." She raised an eyebrow at you. "Humor me, run through the proposal."
She followed what you said, making you bite your bottom lip in amusement. "Y/n L/n, I love you more than anyone and anything, will you marry me?" You giggled at the eyes that were now drawn to the two of you. "Oh you knew what you were doing, you're having way too much fun with this." She dusted herself off as she sat again.
"I mean, could use some work, but I think we got some time, don't we?" She rolled her eyes on you and slipped the ring on your finger. "Is that why you got me so many things? Just to lead towards a promise ring?"
She shook her head. "I'm just reimbursing for all the gifts that you deserved." As a kid, your family wasn't exactly present, most of them being dead, so you never really got gifts.
"How much did you spend in total?"
"Probably like a few."
"A few what?"
"Okay maybe more than a few, maybe 6 or 7."
"Six or seven what?"
"Grand."
bonus:
"You know how I'm like dirt poor, like all the numbers in my bank account are in the negatives, right?"
"Right? If this is your way of telling me you weren't able to get me anything, it's okay, I know that gift giving isn't your thing."
"No, I didn't get you anything, but I did make you something."
"You did?"
"I'm just telling you beforehand that I made it, because I don't want you thinking that I bought it because it's cheap."
"Oh...?" She opened the gift. "Y/n, I love it!"
"Really? Because I feel a little silly because it's like nothing compared to the ring you got me."
"Anything you give me is great, you know that, right?"
From then, Lottie never took off that bracelet you made her, and will continue to never take off the bracelets you make her.