3. "You're My Favorite Person."

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Was anyone else's first week of school super exhausting?!?!

I swear that I took a nap everyday after school.

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Gillian's POV

"Look what I found."

I turn to face the honey haired girl, my eyes immediately drifting down to the object in her hands.

"Vampire Cheerleader?" I read the name printed across the dvd box aloud.

Courtney nods her head, a large smile expanding across her makeup-free complexion.

The unusual thing about Courtney is that she wouldn't be caught dead without a face full of makeup. It's honestly rare to catch her not wearing the stuff. She even wears it around her mother aka the person who literally made her.

The first time that I saw her without makeup, it was quite the sight. It was in fifth grade, I think.

We were on an overnight school trip where Court and I were chosen to be roommates together. At that point in time, Courtney and I had never really talked to one another. In fact, the only conversation that comes to mind was the one where we asked each other's name in order to figure out who we were roomed with.

Courtney was anything but happy when she find out that we were roomed together and I didn't blame her, still don't in fact. We each wanted to be roomed with our friends, but were unable to due to the rules from our supervisor that forbade us from switching rooms with other people.

When we were getting ready to go to bed, Courtney seemed like she was about to go to sleep with her makeup still on. I called her out on this.

She didn't like this.

She immediately began to take easy jabs at me by insulting my appearance. However, this did not last long when she realized that her insults were not hurting me.

After a momentary silence she locked herself in the bathroom for an hour, eventually exiting with a bare face. Not wanting to set her off, I didn't comment on it. The two of us going to sleep without saying another word to each other.

Well, we were until I heard her attempting to sneak out of the hotel room at some point in the night. Curiosity consuming my being, I carefully follow after her as close as I can without her being aware. Unfortunately, she caught me when I accidentally tripped over a bump in the carpeting that lined the hallway and face planted on that very same carpet.

Surprisingly, she helped me up albeit cursing me out for 'stalking' her. After fussing me out, however, she helped me clean up my bloody nose. She even went as far as to tell me why she was leaving the hotel room.

After my nose was under control, the two of us mutually decided to explore the hotel.

We played ding-dong-ditch, hung out in the lobby whenever the workers weren't there, raided the vending machines and hid out in the stairways. Whilst inside of the stairways, we actually began to get to know each other on a more deeper level. By the end of that night I knew her better than I knew my other friends and all it took was a bloody nose.

I think that she's both beautiful with makeup and without it. Nowadays, I feel like I am the main person who sees her without makeup.

I swear that I've seen her without makeup more than I've seen her with makeup.

"It was the last copy that they had!" She squeals with excitement, jumping up and down simultaneously.

"Isn't that movie rated R?"

"Yeah, so?"

"I don't think that we should watch it, at least not without your mom."

"Come on, Gill!" Court exclaims.

"Don't tell me you're a scaredy cat." She teases.

I roll my eyes at the honey haired girl and cross my arms.

"I am not a scaredy cat."

"I don't know, you seem pretty scared to me." She continues to egg me on with a knowing smirk.

"I am not scared, Courtney!" My annoyance is present in my tone.

"Then watch the movie with me." She grabs ahold of one of my hands.

I take notice of the way that her breath hitches, but decide not to bring it up.

"Please." She pleads.

My eyes shut just as a groan of annoyance exits my mouth.

Fuck my life.

"Fine, but you owe me."

An excited screech falls from the honey haired girl's lips at my agreement.

"Deal!" A large smile overtakes her entire face.

"Okay, you start the popcorn and I'll the candy as well as the drinks."

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The vampire cheerleader gets a metal pole shoved through her upper back, the pole going through her chest.

The cheerleader gasps from the sudden puncture, glancing down at the vibrant red blood that is gushing out of her wound and down her white cheer uniform.

"This movie is more boring than I thought it would be." Courtney mutters, shoving a dark chocolate candy into her mouth.

"She's literally being killed."

"Well, it's a boring death." Courtney deadpans.

A chuckle of disbelief leaves my mouth.

"You're insatiable." I scoff.

The honey haired girl removes her legs from on top of mine before shuffling around on her side of the couch. 

"It didn't seem to bother you before."

I turn to face the sapphire eyed girl and give her a weird look when I notice that she is already looking at me.

She's way closer to me now than she was before. Her knees are bent underneath her with her butt resting on top of the backs of her ankles. One of her arms are resting on the back of the couch whilst the other is resting in her lap.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I question.

Courtney's eyes drift away from mine and towards my hair that is messily tied up into a ponytail.

Her hand that is resting on the back of the couch slowly makes its way towards said ponytail.

"Do you remember how we first met?" She ignores my question as she twirls a strand of my auburn hair around her manicured finger.

A smile makes its way onto my face.

"Yeah, we met on that overnight field trip to Nepal." I answer.

The honey haired girl smiles as well.

"We hated each other."

"Actually, you hated me." I correct.

"I never hated you."

"You called me a lopside-tittied bitch because I told you that you shouldn't sleep in makeup."

"Well, you grew into them eventually."

I roll my eyes at her which causes her to giggle. It doesn't take long for her soft giggles to slow down and inevitably cease.

She just stares at me, her eyes trailing along the entirety of my face before meeting my eyes.

"You're, like, my favorite person." She says, her fingers still playing with my ponytail.

"You're my favorite person." I agree with her statement.

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To be continued......


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