It's actually 'a Friend would ask your crush . . .' but just go along with it.
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Good friend: Would ask your crush if he likes you.
Best friend: Would push you into him, scream "GET SOME!" and run away.
"You know you like him."
"Oh, grow up."
"You're telling me to grow up when you can't even admit your feelings for the guy?"
Esmeralda glowered at the dark-skinned guy, but that didn't stop him from scoffing. "Hypocrite."
"Phoebus is . . . alright," she admitted with great reluctance. Then muttered. "I guess."
Naveen's face suddenly lit up and the gypsy groaned, both knowing and hating that look. Nothing good ever came from it.
His amber eyes went to the blonde that was standing a mere few feet away and a clever (dare he say brilliant) plan formed in his head. "I could go ask him if he likes you."
Esmeralda raised a suspicious brow. That was it? He had that devilishly cunning expression on his face and that was the idea he came up with?
Not that she was complaining, because it was one of his safer ones. She even allowed a vague sense of hope to fill her. "Could you?" she asked, not caring that she was basically revealing that she very much liked Phoebus.
"That's what I should do anyways," he continued, suddenly behind her. A sly smirk was on his face as he rested his hands on her shoulders. "But I've got a better idea."
He pushed her, hard, and right into Phoebus. He then proceeded to scream, "GET SOME!" Right before turning on his heel and taking off down the hall.
Esmeralda could feel the heat rush to her face as her green eyes went from Naveen's retreating form to Phoebus' amused expression.
She gave a small, nervous smile, but inside she was seething.
I am so going to kill him!