this is so short because i'm lazy but yes

A small five hours after Josie had humiliated herself outside her dorm room, the brunette began to actually allow herself to think about it. After she did, she snorted in disbelief. (Because Hope believed that Josie had only called her pretty in that note.) With five broad steps, she exited her dorm room and made her way to Hope's.

(And she didn't know the way by heart. Promise.)

"Hope."

The tribrid's head rolled up from her book about international affairs to stare at the owner of the voice she knew so well.

"Hey, Josie," Hope grinned to herself, remember their interaction earlier in the morning. "What's up?"

"It was stunning," Josie blurted.

Hope gave her a incredulous look, tilting her head sideways. (And Josie totally didn't think it was so cute she wanted to kiss her. That's totally not what she thought.)

"In the note," Josie crosses her arms, and Hope blinked in surprise at the bold confession. "I said you were stunning, not pretty."

Josie honestly wouldn't be able to tell anybody where the spur of confidence came from—maybe it was the idea that Hope didn't actually scrape the surface of what Josie had said in that note. Maybe it was the thrill of not knowing when the next monster would come to destroy the school. Maybe it was both.

Hope's eyes were glassy in shock, and the finger that was ready to turn the page stayed frozen still. Josie panicked, a bit, because what if she'd overstepped? What if earlier was a fun, little, friendly poke? In that case, she'd live the rest of her life in her Dad's office. Yup, that sounded like a solid plan.

She whirled around and began to count her steps as she did. She also began planning her new life; like where she'd sleep in the office and when she'd come out for food. Night-time? Day-time? Maybe Lizzie could give her notes. She liked Lizzie's notes. She could take tests on that old end-table in the corner. Dad had books on that rickety shelf. She liked books and—

She felt pressure on her wrist. Then it was a tug. With a nagging, bad feeling in her chest, she spun around to face the really pretty tribrid. She expected a confused look, maybe even a slap. She'd deserve that.

Instead, she shut her eyes in bliss when a soft pair of lips attached to hers. Her hands dug themselves in the russet hair. (And Josie totally didn't daydream about this every day in Civics.) Knuckles brushed against the hem of Josie's shirt, and she let out a giddy squeal into Hope's lips.

The russet-haired girl pulled away in confusion, but also with soft amusement etched into her eyes. However, Josie had waited too long for this kiss for it to be that short, so she leaped back into Hope's embrace and tilted her head, kissing Hope from another angle. (Because she could, and if Hope had one of those nasty slugs in her brain, she wanted to make them good for something.)

In a moment, the blue-eyed student pulled the girl in tighter, flushing their hips together and leaving their lips with even less space. Hope broke away for a second, a smile growing on her face.

"Stunning, huh?"

"Shut up, Hope."

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.

(Josie failed her civics test the next day.)

(She'd blame it on Hope, anyways.)

(Because Hope was really cute and civics can't compare.)