SKAM~Notebook.ai (O/O romance rp) (closed)

"Well then, would you like to come outside with me and smoke in the freezing cold?" she asked, taking another drag and blowing it out in another loop before giving it to Valerie, looking up at her from under her eyelashes, not knowing how seductive it looked when she did so. "I'll just open a window in the morning" she hummed, biting her lip as she lifted her face, still never breaking eye contact.

Valerie was taking a drag of the cigarette when she turned to look at Emma and immediately started coughing on the smoke. Grey clouds puffed out of her mouth, doing nothing to conceal her burning cheeks. Fuck! Here she was, trying to hang out with her friend, and these dumb feelings were making her look like an idiot.

She burst out into laughter, patting her back as she hunched over in a coughing fit. "Don't die on me now! Good lord, you have to take it in slowly!" she said through laughter, taking the cigarette from her so she wouldn't drop it on the floor and burn the wood. She smirked softly before taking another drag, closing her eyes and humming as she tilted her head back and blew out the smoke.

Valerie hacked for a few seconds longer before she could breathe again. Emma wasn't looking at her like she wanted to fuck anymore, which was definitely helping. She shoved her playfully. "Don't talk to me like I'm new at this, Em. It's your fault I started choking, you surprised me!"

"Suprised you how exactly?" she asked, getting up and walking over to the piano stool, sitting on it to try and give her some space to breathe without breathing in the smoke. She was oblivious to the way she looked at people, but not to say the insinuations weren't true for Valerie.

"Y-you were giving me that look!" Valerie blushed just thinking about it, shaking her head in an attempt to get rid of the embarrassment. It didn't work. "You can't just walk up to someone and start doing that shit! I could've died or something!"

"Look? What the fuck are you talking about?" she laughed, standing up and walking over to the window before walking into her room. "Are you going to help me pick out something to wear or what?" she called out, taking another long drag before putting the smoke out in an ashtray on her dresser.

"What the fuck are you talking about," Valerie murmured quietly, hopping up off the couch to follow Emma into the bedroom. She plopped down on the bed and gestured towards the closet. "Yeah, I'm here for you. Grab the most revealing stuff you've got."

"Calm down. I didn't do anything" she called back, watching her as she walked into the bedroom. "Ugh, I don't like revealing things" she whined, rolling her eyes as she opened her closet doors, rustling through them to try and find something.

Valerie laughed and laid down on the bed. "Suck it up buttercup! We're looking for sexy shit and everyone knows step one to looking hot is to show some skin." She rolled over so she was looking at the closet, head propped up in her hands. "C'mon, you have to have something."

"Lingerie Lucas bought me, that's about it" she replied, sighing as she leaned against the wall beside the door to her closet, sliding down to sit on the floor. "Sexy shit, I've never looked sexy a day in my life" she laughed, face-palming before letting her hand fall into her lap.

Valerie snorted and shook her head. "You're kind of oblivious, aren't you? Cus you're, like, super pretty. Like, 11 out of 10, %100 of guys would smash." She pushed herself up off the bed, wandering over to the closet to rifle through Emma's clothes. "And you have to have something. Crop tops or booty shorts or… anything."

"Oversized shirts, pants, capris… I like to be comfy" she replied, stepping back and letting her look through her closet. She wasn't lying either, no booty shorts or even a single crop top to be found anywhere. "And no I am not that pretty," she said in response to her forceful compliments, brushing hair out of her face before sitting on the bed, sighing softly.

Valerie gave up the search after a few minutes, leaning against the doorframe. "First of all, lies. All kidding aside, you're one of the prettiest girls I've ever met. And second of all, we kind of have two options clothes-wise. You can either cut a shirt to turn it into a crop top and wing it, or you can borrow some of my clothes because I think we're close to the same size."

“I’m not cutting my clothes and I’m not borrowing” she replied flatly, sifting through her closet before pulling out a pair of ripped jeans and a baggy nirvana tee. “I’m wearing this” she exclaimed, throwing it on the bed before closing her closet, giving a stern look to Valerie

Valerie rolled her eyes and plopped down onto the bed again. "C'mon, you're supposed to dress up for these! At least put on a skirt or something. I mean, I'm gonna be dressing up bigtime. Plus it's a masquerade! You're supposed to be classy and shit."

“You just said I didn’t have to dress classy” she replied, rolling her eyes as she flopped over onto the bed lethargically.

Valerie laughed and smacked Emma's shoulder playfully. "You know what I meant. You're supposed to dress up a little. It adds to the alure, y'know?"

"I don't dress up," she replied, once again in a flat and angry tone. "Alure my ass" she added, walking over to her dresser and pulling out a black surgical face mask which was cotton and expensive looking. "I have this, that's it." she muttered, hooping the fabric behind her ears and placing the mask over her face, raising an eyebrow at her to see if she'd have any positive reaction at all.

Valerie laughed and rolled onto her back. "You look intimidating. I feel like I'm about to be attacked." She peered over at Emma consideringly. "Course, if you want to scare off strangers it might be a good look. Plus there's something… interesting about it. It kind of works for you."

She looked at her with the same eyes as before, this time intentionally before raising an eyebrow, smirking behind the mask. “It does work for me, huh?” She purred, laying back on the bed beside her

Valerie blushed and pushed Emma’s face away. “I swear to god, stop looking at me like that. I’m so confused about how I should be feeling because on one hand you’re low key kinda scary but on the other you’re really cute.”

“Why thank you, that’s the look I was going for.” She teased, taking off the mask before kissing her cheek, getting up and shoving the clothes back into the closet.

Valerie's face went from a delicate shade of pink to tomato red. What was that? Emma already had a boyfriend, didn't she? Was that just supposed to be some affection between friends? Or was it something more? Or was this whole conversation just a weird dream she would wake up from in a few hours? She pinched herself covertly, yelping quietly in pain.

She watched her pinch herself out of the corner of her eye, laughing softly before turning around, leaning on her desk in her room. "Why are you pinching yourself? Is my room that amazing?" she laughed, not knowing she'd think so much of the kiss.

Valerie latched onto the excuse like a lifeline. "Yeah! It's really nice in here!" She sprawled put on the bed, careful not to touch Emma just in case she did something dumb like try to kiss her back. "And your mattress is super comfy! This place is basically my dream apartment."

"Uh-huh," she muttered, rolling her eyes before heading out onto the balcony to light another cigarette, her eyes sparkling in the streetlights a few feet above them. She blew out the smoke in a couple of rings, blowing them away once they began to become disfigured.

Valerie laid on the bed for a few minutes longer, desperately trying to tamp down her blush, before she padded outside. She plopped onto the ground beside Emma's feet, shivering as the coolness of the night started to get to her. "It's fucking could, would you mind if I…?" Her voice tailed off as she stared pointedly at the cigarette.

"Get up" she laughed, taking another drag of the cigarette before holding it away from her, watching her as she shifted at her feet.

Valerie sighed and rolled her eyes before hesitantly clambering to her feet. Her arms were covered in goosebumps when she reached for the cigarette. "Pass it over."