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Chapter 3. Ice Cream And Troubled Hearts

From there on, the three girls were able to enjoy the rest of their morning workout significantly more than usual, because the prospect of going out to ice cream with new friends was appealing for all of them.

For Weiss, it was because these two girls were both crushes in a way.

And for Pyrrha and Yang, they both agreed they wanted to get to know Weiss better.

However, Pyrrha did have a bit of scolding to do now that things had quieted down. They'd moved away from Weiss' treadmill a bit in order to do some strength training with one of the medicine balls. She kept her voice low as she tossed the hefty ball to her girlfriend, then lightly hit a palm to her face.

"I can't believe you, Yang. I know we said we'd try to talk to her today, but really? Was that the best you could think of? Asking her if we could lift her? We should have discussed it first! We're lucky she didn't run off or call security on us!"

"I said I was sorry!" Yang whimpered. "You know me. I see a pretty girl and I just freeze and I don't think straight and-" She paused, eyes widening as she realized she'd done in it again – called another girl pretty when she was already dating one of the prettiest girls in existence. "Sorry. Pyrrha, I didn't mean-"

"It's fine, Yang. Like I said before, just because we're dating each other doesn't mean we're blind and can't appreciate others, right?"

The blonde sighed in relief.

"Right. We can look, but don't touch."

"That's one way of putting it," she giggled.

With the mood now lifted a bit, Yang put the ball down and stepped in to take Pyrrha's hand in hers. She kissed her cheek softly, and Pyrrha responded by looping her arm around Yang's shoulders and brushing their noses together.

"Don't worry," she murmured. "I'm not mad."

"Thank god."

"Just next time, let's think something through together."

"Got it."

After a few more minutes of tossing the ball, they went to work on the various machines. While Yang focused on training her arm muscles, Pyrrha worked the machines that would improve her legs.

When they worked out, they both chose to listen to a bit of music, and therefore pulled out headphones and ipods from their bags as they began to work individually. They set timers on their devices for how long they should stay at each machine, and for how many repetitions they should be doing.

During brief breaks, when they needed to grab their water bottles or towels to wipe away the sweat, they'd come together in little displays of affection. Short-lived, heated kisses often ended in joking comments from Yang.

"Damn, girl," she mumbled as Pyrrha pulled away presently. "I thought you were working out your legs, not your lips."

"Well then it's a good thing I can work them out on yours," she replied with a grin. "Though I think they could do with a bit more training."

"I volunteer."

As Pyrrha stepped in for another heated kiss, Yang pulled her in closer.

Their clothes were more or less glued to their bodies with sweat by now, and it was extremely easy to feel through the fabrics down to the taut skin and tight muscles underneath.

Yang gave her a run for her money as they pushed back and forth against each others' lips, both trying to best the other in terms of holding their breath. But this time, it was Pyrrha who emerged victorious as Yang took a step back.

"All right... maybe I do need some more training... in the make-out department..."

"We can save that for later," Pyrrha said, running a hand through her ponytail. "But for now, I think it's time for some ice cream."

The pair packed up their bags and wiped themselves down with their respective towels. As they took drinks from their water bottles, both couldn't help but steal glances back over at Weiss.

She was still going on the treadmill, and had been for quite some time now, demonstrating impressive stamina. Hopefully she'd be finished soon and could join them in the locker room.

As Pyrrha and Yang headed out, their hands came together to hold as they made their way to the lockers.

There, both girls used the private space to change clothes, peeling off the sweaty, sticky materials off their workout clothes to reveal muscular bare backs and shoulders, and toned stomachs.

Yang poured the last of her water onto Pyrrha's towel, then took the liberty of wiping her girlfriend down a bit over her back where she couldn't reach for herself. She gave her a little massage as well, making Pyrrha sigh happily.

"If this is the reward I get for winning the kissing contest, I'll have to make sure you never best me, Yang."

"We'll see about that!"

Yang wiped down her back and shoulders, then looped an arm around to her front to give her stomach the same treatment. Giggling, Pyrrha tilted her head back to kiss the underside of her chin.

Once she'd been taken care of, Pyrrha pulled on her more casual blouse and skirt, then had Yang sit on the bench so she could give her a brief massage as well.

Poor Weiss happened to walk in then, just in time to see her shirtless (though thankfully not completely nude) red-haired crush being pampered and spoiled by her blonde crush. And then to see the tables turned as Pyrrha brushed Yang's hair aside from her sweaty back and begin to rub her down.

Weiss swallowed hard, but it didn't go down. She'd only had a moment to cool off after her work on the treadmill, but right now the heat was coming back tenfold, making her skin burn and blush with embarrassment.

And of course, the locker where she'd left her personal belongings was exactly where the two of them had decided to do all of this.

Her heart was going a mile a minute again as she approached them on shaky legs, trying very hard not to look at places she wasn't supposed to look, which, in this case, was anywhere but their faces.

But as soon as they turned their gazes upon her, she felt she might faint on the spot.

"Hey, Weiss!"

"Oh! You're finished?"

Weiss' only response was to give a minuscule nod of confirmation.

"Great!" Yang said, clapping as she sat up, still in only her sports bra and shorts. "Then let's go get some ice cream!"

"Yang, your shirt!"

"Oh."

As the blonde messily wrestled her way into her clean shirt, Pyrrha took out her hair and began brushing through it. Yang offered to do it for her and happily took the brush, then began pulling it through her girlfriend's hair gently.

Weiss was still frozen in her place, but as she watched the two of them, she felt something stir inside her chest.

Initially, she'd been attracted to both of them for the same reason, the same reason most people got attracted to others, which was their visual, physical appeal. They were both highly attractive, there was no dispute about that, and put together side by side, that attractiveness increased to the highest level.

But there was more to it than that.

For weeks, Weiss had seen them giving each other little affectionate kisses or hugs, and she'd heard them chat and joke around.

Now, she was seeing them in a bit more intimate setting, taking care of each other, brushing hair, making sure they'd had enough to drink, checking to see if they'd pulled anything during their workout.

Her crush on them was due to far more than just the physical aspects. Their emotional bond was clearly very deep, and more than enough to make her envious of what they had.

She realized that their relationship was something she wanted, but she didn't want that with just anyone.

Before her mind could lead her into potentially difficult thoughts, Weiss snapped herself out of her trance and staggered over to the pair. Both girls looked up at her curiously.

"You ready to go?" Yang asked. "Aren't you gonna change first? Not that I'm saying you have to, I just meant-"

"Oh!" Pyrrha understood what the issue was and patted the back of Yang's hand. "Are we in front of your locker?"

Weiss gave a single nod.

Pyrrha quickly ushered Yang back a step.

"Oh, we beg your pardon!"

"It's fine..."

Weiss took a deep breath as she stepped past them and opened her locker. With shaking hands, she pulled out her small bag of personal items which included her change of clothes, and then closed the door again. She could feel Yang and Pyrrha watching her as she turned away.

"I'll just be a moment. I've got to change."

With that, she scurried away to the stall area. She always changed in a stall, but today she was even more determined to do so because she didn't want the other two to see her. After all, she wasn't nearly as fit as they were, and she was already embarrassed enough around them.

Once she'd gotten herself into her blouse and skirt, and had swapped her sneakers for flats, she let her hair down to let it breathe, brushed through it, then returned to the lockers.

Pyrrha and Yang were ready and waiting for her.

Pyrrha was just finishing up Yang's hair, then pulled her own crimson tresses over the front of one shoulder.

"Are you ready?" she wondered. "I'm starving!"

"Same here!" Yang added.

Weiss clutched at the strap of her bag tightly in order to channel a bit of her nervousness.

"Yes. I'm ready as well."

"Great!"

"Perfect!"

Both of them seemed so cheery to have her along for the day, and Weiss couldn't understand why.

She followed behind them a little awkwardly, trailing at the back of the group as the taller girls remained side by side. They exited the gym and found themselves out in the warm light of day.

As they started off towards the ice cream shop, Pyrrha coaxed Weiss to walk beside her, and Yang apologized once again for her behavior earlier.

By now, Weiss was able to reassure her with a small smile.

She could still hardly believe this was happening. Both of her crushes taking her out for ice cream, and of course she hadn't forgotten how they'd approached her in the gym, startled her, and then ended up catching her and giving her one of their water bottles.

The reality was only just beginning to sink in when Yang opened the doors to the shop for them. The air about the place was much cooler than the air outside, and after a morning of working out, it was a huge relief to the three of them.

Pyrrha and Yang approached the counter with confidence, as though they'd done this a million times before.

But Weiss couldn't recall the last time she'd gone out for ice cream, especially with other people.

Yang and Pyrrha gave their requests in turn.

"A black raspberry cone with chocolate sprinkles for me!"

"Strawberry and mango swirl, please."

Then, both girls turned to look at Weiss.

"Huh? A-Ah, I'll just have plain vanilla..."

She couldn't even remember if that was a flavor she liked, but she'd felt the need to blurt something out quickly.

As the boy behind the counter started preparing their things, Weiss fumbled with the zipper of her bag. But Yang held out a hand to stop her.

"Hey, hey, I'm payin', remember? This is my way of sayin' sorry for earlier."

Weiss paused. She was more than fine with paying for herself, and she wasn't exactly someone who was struggling with finances.

But she didn't want to come across as ungrateful. So she swallowed her pride and let go of the zipper.

Once the three of them had their ice cream, Pyrrha grabbed some napkins and led them over to a small table. She and Yang sat beside one another, and Weiss sat across from them.

As Yang dug right into her treat, her girlfriend cast Weiss a kind look.

"Sorry again about all of that! I hope we didn't make you too uncomfortable."

Weiss hid her face behind her ice cream and shook her head.

"No. It's fine. Thank you for treating me."

"Don't mention it!" Yang grinned. Pyrrha reached out with a napkin to wipe some sprinkles off her lip. "So anyways," the blonde continued. "Where're ya from, Weiss? If you don't mind my asking, that is."

Weiss realized both girls seemed highly interested in hearing her reply. She took a timid lick of her ice cream, the sharp chill helping to wake her up out of her trance.

"Well... I'm from Atlas, the next town over. But I attend classes at Vale University."

"What?" Pyrrha gasped.

"Really? No way!"

Their strong reactions were enough to startle Weiss, catching her off-guard.

Pyrrha noticed they'd overreacted a bit and was quick to apologize.

"Sorry! We didn't mean to startle you! We just got a little excited because-"

"Because Vale Uni is where we go, too!" Yang finished for her.

Weiss sat in silence for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what this meant.

So... all this time... she'd been living on the same campus as the two people she'd been crushing on, whom she'd initially thought were total strangers?

"W-Wait..." she murmured. "You two attend Vale University as well? What semester are you in?"

"We're both sophomores," Pyrrha explained, clearly still excited. "You?"

"I'm a sophomore, as well."

"What?" Yang blurted. "No way! Do you dorm?"

"Yes."

"Then how come we've never seen you around campus? That's crazy!"

"Well," Pyrrha put in. "It is a rather large campus. And due to our dorm room being a bit larger, we were kind of put out of the way of the usual rooms. What's your major, Weiss?"

"Business and marketing."

"Oh." Both of the other girls nodded right away, as if that explained everything.

"What about you two?"

"Exercise education," Yang replied.

"Health and fitness," Pyrrha added.

Now Weiss understood, as well. The massive differences in their majors meant that they'd been attending classes on totally opposite sides of the campus. While Weiss stuck to the business-oriented buildings dealing with paperwork and numbers, Pyrrha and Yang stayed near the gyms and outdoor courts for their training.

It was no wonder they'd missed each other on campus over the semesters, and if the couple had a unique room, that explained why the hadn't seen each other around the dorms, either.

The three of them stayed on that tangent for a while, discussing how peculiar it was that they'd been under each others' noses all the time – and for Weiss, it was literally.

"So..." Yang said as she swallowed another mouthful of black raspberry. "If you go to college at the same place as us, why don't you use the gym on campus?"

Weiss scrunched her nose a little bit, as though she were recalling distasteful memories.

"It's just... rather unsanitary. I don't think I ever once saw anyone wipe down those machines. Is that why you avoid it as well?"

"Yes!" Pyrrha nodded. "That, and the local gym is much larger!"

"And they have better equipment in general," Yang said.

"It's funny," Weiss mumbled. "With all the money that school is robbing us of, you'd think they'd be able to provide us with at least average facilities."

"But nooo," Yang rolled her eyes. "They've gotta spend it all on repairing a cracked curb."

"In the professors' parking lot," Pyrrha finished.

The three of them chuckled a little as they continued discussing their campus. There were a lot of questions like "So, have you ever taken this class?" and "How did you like this professor?" and "Do you ever see the rabbit family that lives outside the dorm building?"

With a common ground established now, they could converse easily with one another, and could relate to almost everything the others had to say.

Weiss found she was talking so often now that her neglected ice cream was starting to melt. When a bit dripped onto her skirt, Pyrrha grabbed a napkin and crouched beside her chair to help clean it off. Weiss thanked her, blushing faintly.

After that little incident, they finished their treats and tossed out the garbage, then return to the table just to chat.

"So," Weiss said. "Why is it that your dorm room is in a strange location in regards to the others, if I may ask?"

"Oh," Yang grunted. "That's because Pyrrha's bed isn't built into the wall like it's supposed to be. To be honest, I think that room just had a design fluke and they weren't gonna use it for a dorm, but they decided to throw us in there at the last second, anyway."

"It's not bad, though!" Pyrrha commented. "In fact, it's rather large for a two-person room. But we sure don't mind!"

"Plus, it's away from other rooms, so we've got some peace and quiet."

"That does sound nice," Weiss sighed.

"So what's your roommate like?"

"I don't have one," she explained. "When I told my father I was going to be attending college here, he made sure I got a single room so I could focus on my studies."

"Really?" Yang frowned. "That doesn't seem like it'd be any fun. Don't you get lonely?"

Weiss paused and looked away. "Sometimes. But it's bearable. Nothing I can't handle. I enjoy the independence and the tranquility."

"Well, you seem to be doing just fine as you are!" Pyrrha said.

Weiss felt another blush coming on.

"Thank you. And I can say the same for the two of you."

For another hour or so, they continued to talk.

Now that they were more familiar with each other, Weiss found she was less high-strung around her crushes. The conversation happened much more fluently and naturally. She even ended up laughing out loud a few times at some of Yang's bad jokes.

When it had gotten into the early afternoon hours, they'd said all they could think to say for now.

"We should get goin'," Yang decided. "I've got a quiz tomorrow bright and early."

"And I need to revise a paper," Weiss agreed.

They all stood and picked up their bags, all of them temporarily thinking they'd need to part ways here.

Until they remembered they were all going back to the same place.

So they headed out the doors together, finding it odd, but pleasant that they'd all been strangers to one another until today. They'd been assuming the other person or people lived elsewhere and would need to leave them at the shop, but now they knew they could walk back to one campus together.

Along the way, Pyrrha and Yang's hands came together, and as soon as Weiss noticed, she paused in her step to allow them some space.

By the time they arrived back to campus and followed the path to the dorms, it was mid-afternoon. At that point, it was Pyrrha who decided to take things a step further.

"Oh, and by the way, Weiss. Our room is number 218. You're welcome to stop by anytime!"

"Yeah!" Yang nodded vigorously. "Oh, and hey, why don't you take down our numbers, too? Lemme find a pen..."

"Or," Pyrrha giggled, putting a hand on her shoulder to stop her. "We could just use our phones right now to exchange numbers. Have you got a cell phone on you, Weiss?"

"Y-Yes. One moment!"

Flustered, Weiss tore into her bag and started pawing through her used gym clothes to locate her phone. Whatever calmness she'd experienced in speaking to the pair and getting closer to them within the past hour vanished instantly, as the initial jitters seized her once again.

She finally found her phone and pulled it out, her fingertips trembling a little bit, her heart thumping quickly.

Pyrrha read off her number first, followed by Yang. When it was Weiss' turn to read hers, the other girls typed it into their phones simultaneously.

Once they'd all saved the numbers and put their phones away, it was time to part ways within the building.

"Well," Pyrrha smiled. "It was so grand being able to go out with you today, Weiss! Let's do it again soon!"

"Yeah! And don't forget, you can drop by our room any time, or give us a call if you need to!" Yang waved at her enthusiastically.

Weiss managed a shy dip of her head.

"Thank you both for everything. I'll see you around campus."

"See ya!"

"Take care!"

With that, the three girls parted ways down opposite hallways.

Pyrrha and Yang kept tight grips on one another's hands, feeling giddy about their luck at having found a new companion in Weiss. Once they arrived at their room, Yang was still grinning about the events of the day.

"I can't believe it. How lucky is it that she actually goes here, too? She's been just a floor away from us all this time!"

"I know!" Pyrrha mused. "It was certainly a nice surprise. And do you know what else is a nice surprise?"

"What?"

Before Yang could even turn around, Pyrrha had pounced on her, pinning her to the bed.

"Tickle ambush!"

"P-Pyrrhaaahahah! N-No fair!"

"All's fair in love and war!"

Their laughter filled their room and rose up to be heard all the way down the hall, making other occupants of the floor roll their eyes and say "they're at it again."

But one floor lower, Weiss was walking into a lonely room with stagnant air. She flicked on the light and closed the door behind her, then walked over to sit on her bed.

For a moment, she simply sat there, reliving the events of the day. Her heart was still pounding, and she felt both excited and conflicted for a lot of reasons.

How can I have a crush on both of them? That's not normal, is it?

She'd already proven to herself that it wasn't just their relationship that intrigued her.

Of course Weiss liked the idea of being romantically involved with someone who cared about her. But she knew somehow that no one else could make her feel this way.

She'd been in college for over a year now. She'd seen plenty of good-looking people, but none of them had ever made her feel quite the way Yang and Pyrrha did.

And that was perhaps the hardest part of all of this. How she liked them both in different ways.

As they'd been talking all afternoon, Weiss had been consciously aware of it at the time, how she liked Pyrrha's gentle, caring mannerisms and way of thinking, and how she liked Yang's protective, strong-willed tendencies. There was a unique appeal about each of them, and it was impossible to choose one over the other.

Idiot. I shouldn't be choosing either of them! They're dating each other! I need to stop sticking my nose in where it doesn't belong. It'll only end badly...

She did her best to dismiss the thoughts of the two of them, un-zippering her gym bag to pull out her dirty clothes.

"It's just wrong," she mumbled, coaching herself. "I can't like them both. I should only like one of them, but not when they're involved with each other. I need to absolve myself of that way of thinking if I want to be their friend..."

She'd already gotten their phone numbers and had even been invited to their room. They were the first real friends she'd ever made here at college thus far.

Until now, she'd only ever spoken to people her own age out of obligation, usually for a class assignment or group project.

But she'd never... gone out with anyone before, not even for lunch. She was always cooped up alone in her room, studying.

Today had been the first day in over a year when she'd actually enjoyed herself socially.

She didn't want to lose hold of the new bond she'd formed with Pyrrha and Yang today.

So in order to do that, she'd need to stop thinking about them romantically.

As she emptied out her gym bag, she paused when she noticed something at the bottom. It was the water bottle Pyrrha had given her, the one that had touched both her lips and Yang's before making its way back to Weiss.

Indirect kisses from both of her crushes...

No. I can't...

Weiss picked up the bottle and tossed it in the waste bin.

She left to start on her laundry, and her smile didn't return for the rest of the evening.


A/N: I bet not many people know the kind of pain Weiss is feeling. Of course it's difficult to try and just be friends with someone we're romantically interested in, but I imagine it would be immensely more difficult if you had affections for two people who were already very much in love with each other.

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