Are You Flirting With Me?
"Hey Weiss, are you lost?" You look up from your book, confused. Because if anyone is lost in the library, it's Yang. Who is currently standing in front of you, asking stupid questions.
"No I'm not lost. Why are you even asking?" Not bothering to even try and hide the annoyance from your voice and expression.
"Because heaven is just a long way from here, that's all." Blake scoffs in her seat next to you. Nearly as unimpressed as you.
"What do you want, Yang?" There has to be some ulterior motive here. You know Yang well enough to know she's not serious.
"I need your help." She pulls her phone from her pocket and holds it out for you take.
"With..?" You eye the phone, but don't take it from her hand.
"There is something wrong with my phone."
"No there isn't." Blake's mumble is barely audible.
"It doesn't have your number in it." Yang flashes a cheesy smile. You can literally see every single one of her teeth.
"You are an idiot. You've had my phone number for years." Dismissing her, looking back down at your book.
"Yeah um, I know." She lets out a tiny sigh and quickly glances at Blake and then back at you.
"Are you okay? Because you're acting way more dumb than usual. Are you drunk or something?"
"I'm not drunk, I'm just intoxicated by you." You close your book with a little too much force.
"Okay, that's enough. What is wrong with you?" Standing up, you place your hands palm down on the table and lean forward.
Yang shifts her weight nervously onto her right foot and crosses her arms.
"I dunno Weiss, life without you is just like a broken pencil. It's pointless."
"Are you flirting with me?" You find it difficult to hide the repulsion from your voice.
"Well, I-"
"Have you lost your mind, Yang Xiao Long?"
She looks down at the floor, pursing her lips like she's trying to think of what to say next. And you pray, for her sake, it's not another one of her Gods' awful puns. Much to your surprise, she doesn't look back up to you. Instead, she turns to face Blake.
"See? I told you this wasn't going to work!"
"Because you clearly didn't try hard enough! 'Intoxicated by you?' I mean, come on!" Blake closes her book and leans forward in her chair. "Those were terrible puns, Yang. And you know Weiss hates them."
Now you're just confused. Aren't you supposed to be the one mad at Yang? That's your thing.
"I told you, this kind of stuff only works when I'm actually interested in someone." She turns to you quickly. "No offense, Weiss. You can't just use me like a test subject."
"You volunteered to help me." Blake's monotonous tone is the most believable part of this entire conversation thus far.
"I volunteered to show you that Weiss doesn't want me to flirt with her."
"You aren't wrong."
"Not now, Weiss. Blake and I are having a conversation about how if she wants to learn how to properly flirt with you, she just needs to suck it up and do it herself. Instead of having me do it for her and look like a fool."
"You weren't supposed to say anything, Yang!" Blake's face turns crimson in embarrassment.
"Wait, what?" This whole situation has gone from annoying to a little more than mildly interesting.
"I simply asked Yang to participate in an experiment to see if you would notice if she was flirting with you or not. That's all."
"Nuh uh, not this time Belladonna. Tell her." Yang motions towards you.
"Tell me what?" You look at Blake, who looks like she fears for her life.
"Fine." Yang huffs, tired of Blake's silence. "Blake has been trying to flirt with you for weeks. Probably months, but that's neither here nor there. But she is convinced that she's either awful at it, or you are just completely uninterested.
"You've been flirting with me?" Your mind immediately tries to delve back into everything Blake has said to you over the last few weeks. How could you have missed it? Are you really that dense?
"Well, I mean, I was trying to. But it seemed like you never noticed." Blake sighs, defeated.
"All of this is ridiculous." Yang starts to collect her things. "Weiss, Blake has been trying to be all sneaky about it, but she constantly talks about you. She won't shut up. It's annoying. And Blake, Weiss clearly likes you. I mean, look at her face right now. She's stunned into complete silence at the mere thought of you flirting with her."
How did Yang find out that you like Blake⦠like that? You didn't tell anyone. Not even Ruby. Are you that obvious? But wait, wait. Blake likes you? Like that? You can feel your heart beating a thousand times a minute. Your skin is flushed and clammy. And you feel faint.
"Now, I'm going back to your room to play video games with Ruby. The two of you aren't allowed back in until you sort this out. Go on a date. Get married. Grow old. Whatever it takes. Just figure it out before you come back." Yang throws her bag over her shoulder and starts to walk away.
"Where are you going? You have homework to do!"
"And you're in love with Blake." She shrugs. "Sorry, I thought we were just stating the obvious."
Since you have no idea what to do, you slowly sit back down in your chair, with Blake sitting silently beside you. The two of you stare straight forward, not saying a word. After a few more seconds of excruciating silence, you can't take it anymore.
"So um, you actually like me, like.. like me like me?" The tone of your voice comes out a little more desperate than you intended.
"Yup." She slowly nods, eyes still staring forward. She closes her eyes for a second and turns to look at you. "A lot, actually."
"That's acceptable. Because I like you a lot actually too. And I'm sorry I didn't notice you were flirting with me."
"Totally fine. I'm probably just bad at it."
"Do you want to go out?" You suck in a quick breath. "To go get coffee or something."
"Right now?"
"Sure."
"Tea."
"What?"
"You know I don't drink coffee. So if there's tea, we can go."
"We can go an-tea-where you want to go." And finally, the awkwardness is broken by the sound of you both laughing.
"If you use any more of those Yangtastic puns., we will end up getting a divorce before we could ever get married."
"Don't get ahead of yourself, Belladonna." You say as you walk through the doorway of the library, and head to the coffee shop nearby.
