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It's Just A Little Crush

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“But that’s just silly!” Laila argued, crossing her arms and shaking her head to flick a stray curl away from her face. It seemed to be bothering her today, Gemma had noticed, and it did keep sliding right over one of her eyes so she couldn’t see at all. It was generally always like that, but not quite so fully an obstruction of her vision. Or perhaps she was just feeling less patient today? Gemma nearly asked, before she remembered that they were having a conversation which definitely proved that Laila was feeling a lot less patient today.

She wondered what her friend was upset about that had her all twitchy and a little exasperated with Gemma’s antics. “It’s not silly, it’s a lot of fun! Please do it with me?” Gemma begged. Laila stared at her sceptically, like she didn’t know if she should agree or not – torn between being a good friend, and not really wanting to risk her life just so Gemma could do something that was, admittedly, quite ridiculous.

What was it that Gemma wanted to do which had Laila’s tail in knots? Easy! Gemma wanted to travel into the human world with the help of the wizard bean to firstly collect some items to bring back to him for some new body dye, and secondly… Well… To mess with some humans. Gemma had read something, you see, in a book that talked all about the pranks humans played on one another. Gemma wanted to test out whether you could actually fit a pale of water above a doorway and have it fall on someone as they walked through it. Laila wasn’t sure about the idea because Laila didn’t really like to upset people in the first place, but it was already common knowledge that bagbeans and humans didn’t get along – why make it worse?! “Gems, we could get in trouble. Someone might get angry at us,” Laila huffed, shaking her head and looking away meekly. “I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble, and I certainly don’t want to sit around and watch you cause enough mayhem that you get chased out of a village,” Laila lifted her paw to swipe that curl out of her face again. Gemma was entirely distracted by the gesture, no longer paying attention to what Laila was arguing in favour of just staring at the pretty lock of purple.

She did that a lot lately, staring really creepily and intensely at Laila. It was just that, she couldn’t help herself. Laila’s hair was so bright and purple, and she loved the way that the bagbean had mixed through the bright green-blue and the darker blue. The green-blue reminded Gemma a little f her own colouring, though with a bit more vibrance of it, and it made her smile to see this little hint of Gemma woven into her appearance. She didn’t know why, and her cheeks always flushed at whatever was going on in her mind when she saw it, but see it she did. She could remember how Laila had looked before, how when Gemma was younger she’d always thought that Laila was beautiful even without any body dye, or hair dye, or even a bag to call her own. She’d been simple like they all were, and yet somehow Gemma had always insisted to her caretaker and to Trill (who sighed loudly whenever she talked about it) that Laila just somehow managed to be prettier! Maybe it was her eyelashes, or how soft her hair was, or the way that her smile made her look so sweet, or even just how she held herself? Whatever it was, Gemma had always admired it and smiled about it.

She was so proud of who Laila was. It was stupid, but she was. It just made her giddy to see Laila getting all huffy with her like she always had, and she didn’t even look ashamed when Laila complained quietly, “Are you even listening to me?” She was smiling fondly at Gemma as she said it, the smile reluctant but there. It was as if she didn’t WANT to smile, but she really had no choice, because Gemma was always zoning out when Laila lectured her, and Laila could pretend it annoyed her but it didn’t because it was just a part of who Gemma was. She was always on the move, and when forced to stand still she couldn’t help but think at a million miles an hour. “I know I know, I could get hurt, get in trouble, be thrown out of the village, bla bla bla. So are you coming with me or not?” Gemma asked, grin cheeky and immediate.

Laila threw her paws up in the air, laughing in that soft, shy little way she did. “Gemma! You didn’t listen to anything I said! You could really get in trouble for this, I wish you’d just consider the consequences, because you could get thrown into that – into that jail place, and then what am I supposed to do? I can’t even defend you, because it’s just so silly to want to go and antagonise a bunch of humans like this. Honestly, they aren’t even so bad, they seem to be hard-working and good to me most of the time, I don’t know why you’d want to irritate them,” Laila sighed. Gemma just kept smiling, because honestly, Laila’s heart was just too big for the world and she deserved so much more than she had.

Impulsively, before Laila could say another word to make her smile any harder at the silly bean, Gemma leaned forwards and pushed Laila’s fringe out the way to kiss her cheek. “Are you gonna come with me?” Gemma asked again, softly, for what felt like the thousandth time. Laila’s eyes were wide as she stared at her, her cheeks bright red, and Gemma could feel her own flushing a soft pink. After a moment’s hesitation, Laila sighed and let her shoulder dip, her eyes softening. “Of course.”
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Peas: 10

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