Rose and Cerri sat in the Armory with Donut, an awkward silence filled the air. Donut was completely oblivious to the atmosphere that the two females were giving off.
"So, Donut..." Rose started, catching the pink soldier's attention.
"Yeah Rosey? What's up?"
"I was just wondering...do you like red or white wine better?"
"Hmm, I like both equally. They both have a good taste to them, and they go well with the cheeses that I eat."
"How do you feel about, uh, Grifball? Which team do you like best?"
"I'm not really into Grifball, not very exciting."
"Well, I think that Harry Styles XXI looks just like his ancestor. Really cute, right?"
"Oh definitely, but he wasn't that good looking, I'd say that Demi Lovato was much prettier."
Cerri knew this wasn't going anywhere, Rose wasn't that good with subtle questions and hints. So she decided to but in
"Alright, if you had to choose which one would you pick? Hotdog or Taco?"
"Well as long as it tastes good, I'd take them both!"
"Okay, this isn't going anywhere," Cerri stood up abruptly and stared down at Donut with a serious glare, "Donut are you gay or just incredibly flamboyant?!"
There was a long pause as the Canadian and the American stared at each other for a moment before Donut answered, "Oh, is that it? Honey, I don't just bat for one team."
"So, you're Bi?"
"That's right." Without warning, Rose and Cerri threw their arms around Donut and caught in a bear hug.
"We've always wanted a gay best friend! They're the only thing that a woman needs!"
"Really?! You guys wanna be Besties?!"
"Bestical Testi and Chesties!" Cerri exclaimed happily, at the moment her two now proclaimed best friends cheered along as well.
"What are you three doing?" Their cheering stopped when they came face to face with two of their friends, Michelle and Kayla. A spark ignited in Cerri that made her smirk in a mischievous manor.
"I have an idea."
