Nate
The first thing she did was slap her forehead. She just confessed the fact that she's in love with me and then she slapped her forehead. I actually love this woman.
"Oh, uh, really?" I chuckle nervously.
"Yeah.. I get you don't feel the same, or whatever. You were the one who wanted to hear it." She isn't making eye contact.
"That's funny. I actually do kinda feel the same?" I shrug. Her eyes widen.
"Woah. Okay. Cool. Neat." She looks nervous. I chuckle.
"You're so cute when you're nervous." I laugh.
"Thanks." She smiles to herself.
"You ever seen somebody so cute you kinda wanna punch them?" She looks over to me.
"You wouldn't." I fake a gasp.
"I would, you better watch out." She giggles as she cracks her knuckles.
"That's rude. You're acting like you hate me." I press my hand to my chest.
"I do hate you, you're obnoxious." She chuckles.
"You love me." I playfully punch her arm. She doesn't say anything.
"You're silent cause you know it's true~" I tease her in a sing-song voice.
"Shut up." She huffs.
"Awwww, Y/N's embarrassed~" I continue to tease her.
"Stop." She whines and covers her face.
"You're adorable." I grin.
"And I'm also tired because it's 1 am. Let me sleep." She groans.
"Okay. Night." I dive right off the deep end and kiss her cheek.
I can see her grinning even in the dark.
What a nice sleepover.
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Fanfiction(4th in second person! woah!) (7th in natewantstobattle!) You're a Youtuber who drops a painting on your foot. Make sure to thank the fan who gave you the art later, because that slip-up changed your life.
