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Rachel Amber x Reader

Summary: Y/n being an absolute lovesick idiot for Rachel.

Warnings: Swearing

I never thought I'd stoop this low. I'd promised myself to not fall in love in high school. Well, I promised myself I'd go on a 5-mile run every day, but look how that's gone. But this promise was simple, such a facile task.

And then she became part of my life.

I can't go a day without thinking of her and her stupid smile. Her stupid hyper-fixations every week or so. Just her stupid fucking self.

And the fact I love it, being around her, knowing she probably thinks of me in her spare time, though she definitely doesn't have to worry about me returning the favour.

The fact she knows it as well, she knows how I feel, and I know how she feels, yet we still play around with the subject. My friends think I'm so insane to be fighting these feelings, thoughts that simply cannot erase and won't erase not putting me at any ease.

Ever since we met I knew something was there, softly killing my promise whilst I steadily denied the truth.

"Give me another lemon one."

"But you don't like those ones," I point out.

"Yeah, well you hate them." She argues, noticing my stare, "Just pass me the stupid skittles."

I sigh, passing her a few yellow skittles, her hand slowly accepting them.

We're sat in a booth in the diner, waiting for our drinks to be served, sharing a small packet of skittles.

I look around the room, a mix of students and working adults on their break. A few couples holding hands in the booths, smitten smiles plastered on their faces. Everybody seems to have someone just for them, having a good time with somebody they enjoy spending their time with.

It's not like I envy them or anything, I don't mind at all. Rachel and I have a good time being friends, best friends. Well, I say I don't mind but, being a little bit more than friends wouldn't hurt.

I know she knows, I know she does. Well, I think she does. There's a possibility. Does she know? Tell me, Rachel Amber, do you know?

"Do I know what?" The blonde hums still sloppily chewing on the sweets in her mouth, not making eye contact until she's finished her sentence.

"Huh, oh. I forgot." I answer, getting a pair of rolled eyes off of her in return.

I didn't even realise I said that out loud. Maybe I should ask her, verbally this time, rather than mentally (and somehow accidentally verbally, the mind works in marvellous ways). But, maybe she doesn't want to cross the line and- well, I totally get that. Because that is exactly what I'm doing right now.

She feels the same, she's got to. I mean, I am pretty smokin' hot, as she would say, and when we're alone it's like, so, ugh- I can't put it into words. It's like my heart is on fire and she's the chip pan that's caused that fire.

God, it confuses me.

"Here you go girls, one cherry coke, one orange juice." Joyce smiles as she places down the drinks.

"Hey, give me a sip!" Rachel orders me.

"You can get off it, you've got your own drink."

"Settle down you two," Joyce chuckles, pausing the Amber girl frozen in her reaching for my drink movement, "You two remind me just of how me and my best friend were back in our teen years."

Best friend, of course. It's like the universe has to constantly remind me.

The blonde smiles at Joyce as she walks off, once she left, Rachel reaches for my drink and takes a massive gulp.

"Ah, refreshing." She sighs, "Why did you get that?"

"Maybe because it is 10:30 AM, and I'm not in the mood for diabetes this early in the morning." I roll my eyes, taking a sip of the juice.

Okay, so maybe I'm not making it clear as day that I'm hopelessly in love with her, but what can a gal do, really?

I watch her take hold of the straw in her glass and place it between her lips, taking numerous large sips of the drink before looking back up at me. "Stop gazing at me, weirdo." She giggles with a playful smile.

"I wasn't gazing at you, I was taking notice of how you don't see the need for air between sips."

Yeah, not clear as day at all.

"Come one, we'll finish these up and get back to Blackwell. Unless you totally think we should ditch and go do acrobatics." She grins.

"Acrobati-"

"Yes, come one." She takes my hand, leading me out of the diner.

Time Skip

"So, if you just stay like that until I figure out how this is going to work." She suggests, a thumb on her chin as she thinks hard about how to make this 'awesome acrobatic move' work.

"Rachel, I can't stay like this forever," I say in a strained voice, caused largely by the fact I'm trying to hold a handstand while this girl takes her sweet time to think about purely nothing.

"Okay, one arm out, palm up."

"No fucking way," I argue.

"Just do it."

I centre my left hand and stick out my right arm, I feel a small weight placing itself onto my hand whilst hearing, "I'm just gonna-"

And collapse.

We tumble flat onto our backs and I'm sure every bone in my hand is shattered. The both of us pant until we break into laughter. We face each other, smiler growing wider the more we laugh together, hands linking together as our cheeks begin to cramp up.

"Sorry, I thought that'd work." She apologises, once the two of us had calmed down.

"Rachel, you're a straight-A student, how do you not understand the basics of gravity?"

"I thought it was a hella cool idea!"

"Well, you're hella stupid." I mock, gaining a shove of my shoulder off of the blonde.

I roll back onto my back dramatically, Rachel hovering over my face. "Us Leos don't tend to take insults very well." She smirks.

I roll my eyes at her antics, a humorous huff leaving my lips. Like I said, our time together is fun, without being an item. I'm sure it wouldn't make a difference, but maybe it would. Maybe instead of lying on the floor in this uncomfortable silence, she'd be kissing my face off or something couple-y like that. I'm not complaining, but I'm not definitely against her kissing my face off.

It could be so simple, but she's just making it hard, why can't she see I'm an absolute fool for her, why can't she show some a sign? What do I have to do, who do I have to be to get some reciprocation?

"You're doing it again."

My eyebrows raise slightly, "Hm? Doing what?"

"The staring thing." She examines my face, "Tell me what's on your mind."

This is the last thing I need, "No, it's fine." I look down at the non-existent watch on my wrist, "We should get back."

I lift my upper back off of the ground but it's immediately pushed back down, "Stop avoiding the topic."

"But there's nothing on my mind." I lie.

"Stop lying." She scoffs, her hand remaining on my chest.

I stay silent for a few seconds, mentally debating whether I should give a hint, a confession or just lie.

"Well, I guess I've just been thinking a lot."

"About what?" Rachel questions in her best therapist voice.

"Things..." I drag.

"Specify 'things' for me, Y/n." She speaks, losing her patience.

"I'm just all up in my feels, y'know. Like, I can't put it into words."

"Is it a person, an event, a memory?" She suggests I open up further.

"A person," I answer truthfully, ", and they won't leave my mind."

"Is this out of hatred, friendship, jealousy, love? Anything like that."

I pause, giving myself time to think over the numerous outcomes of this talk. It could end many ways, maybe she'll freak out, maybe she's disgusted by me if I'm lucky she'll be fine with it, even luckier if she feels the same.

"She's just so kickass, and I can't help but feel... things, about her. Everything about her. Literally everything. She's really funny, so caring, and I don't think I've met a more interesting person. Plus, she's absolutely gorgeous, like a Goddess, can rock any outfit, could wear a trash bag and look hot as hell."

I begin to smile to myself getting lost in the thought of the girl. And finally putting it into words? It's bigger than Kim and Ye's split. I never thought I could speak to somebody about it wholeheartedly without feeling I could say something wrong.

"Whenever I see her I find myself hypnotized, and I hate it. I hate all of this. Because in reality, I'm clueless, she leaves me fishing without a rod. I'm totally fine with just being friends, well, that's kind of a lie, but I do enjoy being friends. Though, I don't think being friends includes wanting to hold the other's hand and looking at the other's lips and wanting to kiss them and take them on dates and treat them like royalty. I love her but I fucking hate what she does to me..."

I sigh, the confession to myself over, finally opening my eyes again. Just to see who I had actually been confessing to.

Her face remains how it had been when I had last looked at her, a small smile hiding behind her lips. Those same lips I'd been talking about kissing. I watch her slow breaths raise her shoulders up and down as she leans on my arm, the two of us still on the ground.

"So who's the lucky girl?" She asks, the sly grin contrasting the desperate and hopeful glint in her eyes.

I stare at the love of my life in front of me, our breathing the only noise emitting from the both of us. "Isn't it obvious?" I scoff with an awkward smile. The pit of my stomach filled with butterflies, a full-on prison break going on down there.

"Hm, but I want you to tell me." She smirks, slowly inching her face closer to me.

I close my eyes, releasing a deep breath, opening my eyes to Rachel closer than before. I look her in the eyes.

"It's... Victoria Chase."

"Oh my fucking God." She shoves me further into the ground while we laugh together, Rachel falling on top of me in giggles. "I hate you."

She leans in, "Now tell me." She commands, pinning my shoulders to the floor.

"It's you, Rachel Amber, I'm so fucking in love wi-" And before I knew it she was kissing me.

Her soft lips meet my own passionately, her hands placed on each side of my face, our smiles uncontrollable against each other. We pull away, her nose mere millimetres away from mine, flashing the widest grin I've ever seen, "I think I'm in love with you too, Y/n L/n."

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