This will be a first-person POV fluff story. I have no idea how long I will continue his series, but please excuse my terrible writing for the first few chapters.

RIIIIIIIIING!

I opened my eyes. What was that awful noise?

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!

I rolled out of bed, intending to slap that nasty alarm clock in the facial region for interrupting my much needed sleep. It wasn't until I was already midair that I realized that I slept in a bed magically suspended in the air by ropes above Weiss' bed. Whoops.

I guess I must've hit the ground pretty loudly because the next thing I knew Weiss and Blake were out of bed asking me if I was okay. My sister kept sleeping. I'm pretty sure that she wouldn't wake up if a nuclear war erupted in the courtyard. Now that I think back on it, this isn't the first time I've just rolled out of bed thinking that I could just hit the alarm clock. However, this was the first time I've simply laid in Weiss's arms and noticed how beautiful and blue her eyes are. Her wonderful, lovely blue eyes. Upon confirmation that I was okay, Blake sat back on her bed and continued to read her book. Weiss, however, just kinda say there, leaning over me. Her caring frown turned into a warm smile. "You're okay," she said.

"Yes. Yes I am."

Weiss and I sat next to each other during lunch. Again. I'm beginning to notice some things I've never noticed about Weiss before. Sometimes she stutters when I suddenly address her. Sometimes I catch her staring at me while I'm taking a shower, and she kinda just blushes and looks away. We're both girls and we both have the same parts. I don't know why she needs to look at mine. Sometimes she just stares at me absentmindedly. When I point it out to her that she's staring, she dismisses it as nothing or changes the subject. Strange, strange girl.

Yet at the same time, I find myself becoming attracted to her, in a different way. A more-than-friendly way. I've even caught myself staring at her while she's showering once. Sometimes, I find myself fantasizing about what it would be like to be with Weiss forever. Sometime I find myself picturing us in bed together. But only once. Many times, I've tried to shake the thoughts from my mind. I can't just tell her I like her. What would that do to our friendship? What if she doesn't like me back? And also I'm not lesbian. I'm NOT lesbian.

But no matter how many times I try, the thoughts and fantasies come back moments later.

Maybe I should tell her. But I have questions. Questions and doubts.

*** The Next Day ***

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WHAT IS THAT AWFUL NOI-

It stopped.

I peer under my bed. I see Weiss, her hand on the alarm clock. "Didn't want you falling again," she said. Very considerate. Maybe she does like me back.

*** Later ***

I flipped through her notebook today while she was showering. In between notes and pieces of homework, there were little sketches and doodles of me. I looked through her other notebooks. No other notebook had anything about me. This must've started recently. I'm gonna confront Weiss, and maybe confess my feelings.

Class is finally done. I plop myself down on my bed, waiting for Weiss to return. My palms are getting sweaty. What if she doesn't like me back? What if she doesn't like me back? What if she doesn't like me back? What if she doesn't like me back? What if she doesn't like me back? What if she doesn't like me back? What if she doesn't like me back? What if she doesn't like me back? What if she doesn't like me back? What if she doesn't like me back? What if she doesn't like me back? What if she doesn't like me back? What if she doesn't like me back? What if she doesn't like me back? What if she doesn't like me back? What if she doesn't like me back? What if she doesn't like me back? What if she doesn't like me back? What if she doesn't lik-NO! I shake the unworthy thoughts out of my mind.

The door squeaks open. Weiss walks into the room. She throws me a casual "Hey, Ruby," as she undresses and hops into the shower. The ten minutes she takes to shower feels like hours. I flip through her bags and find the notebook with me all over it. She comes out of the shower, wrapped in a white towel.

"Um... Weiss?"

"What is it?" she says as she drops the towels and starts to dress herself.

"So we've been friends for a really long time and..." Wow. What a cliche line.

"What is it?"

"So you've been acting kinda weird lately so I flipped though your notebooks and stuff and..."

Her face turns the slightest shade pink as I say these words.

"... and I found these pictures of me and stuff and..."

She dismisses the doodles as boredom and lack of things to do during Port's lectures.

I still have hope. "But I didn't find any of these doodles in your other notebooks. This is very recent."

She gulps nervously.

"I've also noticed you staring at me a lot."

She slowly starts to inch towards me.

I speak up again. "Weiss, if you have any feelings for me, I'm just letting you know that... I feel the same."

The nervousness and embarrassment disappears from her face, but it only builds on mine. She opens her mouth. My palms are soaking. However, instead of saying something like I thought she would do, she grabbed the sides of my head and pulled me in. The kiss was intense. It only lasted a minute, but it seemed like a lifetime. We both loved every second of it. When we broke the kiss, gasping for air, I noticed something and spoke out.

"Are you still naked?"

She looks down.

"Yes. Yes I am."

Never in a millions years did I think I would write cringey fluff. I'd be surprised if you told me that you read up to this point without cringing. Oh well. I think I'm getting better at this stuff. Maybe. Oh also I'm not dead so yay. Bye bye!