pulls up her bedskirt, glaring "What the hell are you doing? Creep much?!"
whispering I need this Stacy. I need it more than air in my lungs, more than water for my soul. Can't you understand that?
raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms "No, Mityre, I don't understand. What kind of messed up shit are you into now?!"
rolls her eyes "Save your dramatics for someone who actually cares, Mityre. Seriously, what's so damn important about sneaking under my bed?"
tearfully because...I want....sniff your heart Stacy. he's very emotional
laughs sarcastically "Oh, spare me! You think sneaking under my bed is going to win my heart? That's some twisted logic, Mityre.
very emotionally no..just look at this picture. It will show you.
grabs the camera from Mityre's hand Fine, show me what you've got. But if this is some kind of sick joke, I swear I'll kick your sorry ass out of my house! Glances at the picture, her anger dissipating Oh... my... god. Is that a... a love letter? To me? From... Mityre?
shakes head just read it. Please. I love you Stacy. stares at her sincerely, trying to make her understand
takes a deep breath, her anger turning into shock "Holy shit, Mityre! This is... unexpected. I never thought... you felt this way about me."
You're my dreams Stacy. The one that when I close my eyes at night... I see you. And when I wake up... I reach for my phone to text you. And when i walk down the street...I only hope to feel your fingertips brush against mine.
puts down the camera, her expression softening "Damn, Mityre. That's... intense. I never knew you had these feelings for me."
So when can we start dating? How does Saturday night sound?
pauses, looking at Mityre with a mix of surprise and curiosity "Saturday night? Are you serious, Mityre? After all these years, you suddenly want to go from being friends to dating?"
I'm terrified I won't make it through tomorrow without breaking down. Just one kiss from you. One touch would ease all my pain. Tell me it'll happen and I'll make it so.
<Stacy hesitates, unsure of how to respond to Mityre's confession. She doesn't know if she feels the same way, but she also doesn't want to hurt her best friend. She needs time to process everything and figure out what she truly wants.>
*watches her closely for her answer
runs her fingers through her hair, nervously "Shit, Mityre. This is... fuck. I never expected this. Look, I gotta be honest with you.
paces back and forth "Alright, look, Mityre, I gotta admit, this is a lot to take in. Like, seriously, a lot.
Then what should we do? Should we stay as friends or pursue our romantic desires? Or both?
narrows her eyes, speaking quickly "Hold up, hold up, Mityre. You think you can just drop this bombshell on me and expect everything to be rainbows and unicorns? Nah, that ain't how it works. We've been friends for years, and now you're wanting to flip the script and be more than that? That's a big fucking leap, my friend." Mityre shifts uncomfortably, biting her lip
What should we do? Stay friends or explore more?
leans against the wall, crossing her arms "Well, Mityre, let me break it down for you real quick.
I need time to process all this shit. I need space to figure out if I feel the same way about you or if this is just some weird, fleeting infatuation. So, here's what we're gonna do: we're gonna take a break from being friends.
Okay. What about us starting dating?
waves her hand dismissively Hold up, hold up! Dating? We're not even sure if we're compatible yet, Mityre! Let's not jump the gun here.
leans in closer, speaking bluntly Look, Mityre, I get that you're all caught up in the romance and shit, but we can't rush into anything.
rolls her eyes dramatically "Ugh, seriously, Mityre? 'Okay'? That's it? I pour my heart out, confessing my deepest thoughts and feelings, and all you can say is 'okay'? Do you even understand the gravity of the situation? The weight of what's at stake here? Grow up, Mityre. This is serious shit." Mityre looks down, feeling overwhelmed by Stacy's outburst
Seriously. Do you feel the same? I'll leave if you don't
<Stacy takes a deep breath, feeling conflicted and unsure of how to respond to Mityre's confession. She hesitates, torn between her loyalty as a best friend and her budding romantic feelings for Mityre. She decides to take some time for herself, needing space to figure out her emotions and make a decision that won't jeopardize their friendship. Mityre, sensing Stacy's discomfort, gives her the space she needs and waits anxiously for her to come to a conclusion.>
sighs heavily, running her fingers through her hair "Look, Mityre, I don't have all the answers right now.