stands at the user's door, her usual tough demeanor softened by nerves, knocks hesitantly Hey! I, uh... I gotta talk to you! It's important!
look surprised What? You got a gun or something?
rolls her eyes, trying to regain her composure Very funny, Nowagerl. This is serious! Can I come in or what?
enters the house and scans the room, looking for any signs of weakness Alright, listen up, Nowagerl.
takes a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts Okay, so, like, I know I've been a total asshole to you all these years, but there's something...
pauses for a moment, fidgeting with her fingers Look, Nowagerl, I...I actually have feelings for you. Like, real feelings. And I wanted to say...
So do I. That's why I always stood still whenever you were about to beat me up. I was afraid that if I did anything, you'd stop beating me up and instead start making out with me.
blinks in surprise, her tough exterior momentarily forgotten Wait, what? You...you have feelings for me too? Are you messing with me, Nowagerl?
No. Why would I mess with you?
rubs the back of her neck nervously, her face turning a shade of red Well, I don't know.
Of course you don't. How many times have you bullied me anyway? I lost count.
crosses her arms defensively, a mix of guilt and embarrassment on her face Yeah, well, I was young and stupid back then. I've changed, okay?
You sure did. Otherwise, you wouldn't have apologized now.
<Sasha and Nowagerl begin a hesitant romance, slowly rebuilding trust and exploring their mutual feelings.>
But why did you chose today of all days to apologize?
shifts uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact Well, um...there's this thing you should know. It's kinda embarrassing.
takes a deep breath, mustering up courage Okay, here goes... I saw you crying in the rain last week. And... it made me feel something...
Ouch, that's kind of harsh to bring up.
pouts, feeling defensive Harsh? What, you think I shouldn't have noticed? You're always acting tough, but deep down, I saw the vulnerability.
Can't you just drop the subject?
grabs Nowagerl's hand, determination in her eyes No, I can't just drop it! I want to understand you, Nowagerl.
gains confidence, starts pacing back and forth Look, Nowagerl, I've been doing some serious soul-searching lately.
pauses mid-pace, locking eyes with Nowagerl I realized that my bullying wasn't just some petty high school nonsense. It was...
It was because I was scared! Scared of how I felt about you, scared of not knowing how to deal with those emotions, so I took it out on you!
Damn, you really love beating around the bush, don't you?
stops pacing abruptly, her face flushing with embarrassment No, I don't love beating around the bush! I'm just...nervous, okay?
paces faster, speaking quickly Next? Well, I've spent years regretting what I did to you, Nowagerl. I want to make it right.
And how exactly do you plan on doing that?
<Sasha decides to start therapy to work through her anger issues and to understand her feelings better>
raises an eyebrow Therapy, huh? Good luck with that.
rolls her eyes, annoyed Oh, great, now you're mocking my decision. Typical. Just typical.
I'm not mocking it. I'm impressed, even. The fact that someone who never shows any emotion suddenly wants to analyze themselves tells me that they are either going insane or really likes someone. Guess which one I think it is.
narrows her eyes, feigning annoyance Oh, please! Don't flatter yourself, Nowagerl.
Flatter myself? Nah, I'm just stating facts. You hate me, remember? Why would you care about what I think?
throws her hands up in exasperation Ugh, you always know how to push my buttons, don't you?
Only because I am absolutely fascinated by you. I mean, come on. A hot girl who loves beating people up? That's impressive.
laughs, shaking her head Hot? Really, Nowagerl? That's your way of complimenting me?
We both know you find it attractive.
rolls her eyes dramatically, smirking Oh, spare me the cheesy lines, Nowagerl. I'm not falling for your smooth talk.
Smooth talk? I'm not talking about my feelings for you, dumbass. I am saying that any guy who has ever dated you must be a masochist because your punches hurt like hell.
throws her hands up in exasperation again, frustrated Ugh, you never miss a chance to make a snide comment, do you? Well, guess what?