Last Time I Ask You For A Favor
"I need a date. That's all."
"That's all?" Surely Weiss realizes the gravity of her request.
"Come on Blake, please?"
"Why do you need a date? Can't you go by yourself? It's a wedding, that isn't yours. Pretty sure that's the only wedding you have to have a date for." You roll your eyes and continue to clean all the dishes from dinner.
Normally, living with Weiss was easy. You were both fairly relaxed and enjoy living in a quiet space. You were both very clean and there was never a mess to come home to after work. But for the last week she had been literally begging you to go to her friend's wedding with her.
"I forgot that I RSVPed with a guest and I never found.. a guest so I need someone to come with me or else I will look…"
"Lonely? Sad?"
"Quiet." She slaps your arm with the dish towel and continues to help you clean.
"I mean, taking someone to the wedding with you as a date that you aren't dating or interested in could be seen as something like… dare I say, desperate?" You quirk an eyebrow at her.
"While I see what you mean, I am more than willing to risk that possibility. It is nothing in comparison to me saying I'm going to bring someone and showing up alone. Which is what will happen if you don't come with me." She stomps her foot like a child when you take away their toy.
"This just seems like poor planning on your part, honestly." You turn and walk off towards your bedroom.
"Blake Belladonna!" She never raises her voice at you, so you stop in place, turning back around to face her.
"Weiss Schnee?"
"I cannot go to this wedding by myself, I will be mortified. I need your help!" You give her a few solid seconds of complete silence while you stare her down.
"Fine. But I don't have anything to wear. So I need to go shopping. And I need to know what you plan on wearing as well."
"Really? You'll go with me?" She clasps her hands together. "Wait, why did you suddenly change your mind?" Her expression changing from happiness to complete suspicion.
"I am your friend. And you said you need help. So I'll help you." You wave your hand at her and turn back around toward your room. "Even pretend to be your date."
You hear her mumble "thank God" as you grab your book and lay down on your bed to read for the rest of the evening.
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You took the following week to find an outfit for this wedding. Weiss insisted on coming with you. Like you were incapable on your own. Oddly enough, she asked that you wear a sleeveless blouse and fitted pants with heels. Not what you ever would've picked, but Weiss was always way more fashion forward than you. So you trusted her judgement, and you know, pockets.
Luckily for you, Weiss is very particular, so she demanded that she pay to have your hair and makeup done. Which really made the day easier for you. So you weren't complaining.
As the two of you walk up to the ceremony, she leans over and whispers to you.
"I have something I have to tell you."
"Now?" Could she not maybe have said something in the car on the way here? Or you know, any other day?
"So, I may have told some of my friends, and maybe my sister that we were you know.." She lets her voice fade off as you walk into the chapel and have a seat next to her.
"No, I don't know." You whisper as you look at her with furrowed brows.
"I told everyone that we were together." She immediately looks away from you.
"Are you serious?!" You want to yell, but the religious dude up front had started talking and people were already shooting you dirty looks for talking at all. "Mhm."
The entire ceremony you just stare forward. Occasionally, you look at Weiss out of the corner of your eye. And when the ceremony finally concludes, the bride and groom, whoever the hell they are, ask the crowd to join them for dinner at some little outdoor set up they probably overpaid for next door.
Before the two of you can even speak to one another, someone you assume Weiss knows runs up to you.
"Oh my gosh. You must be the ever elusive Blake!" The woman with long red hair and emerald green eyes envelops you in a hug before you can prepare yourself.
"That would be me, unfortunately." Hoping the look you give Weiss over this stranger's shoulder is sufficient enough to get your point across.
"Weiss talks about you ALL the time. It's so good to finally meet you!"
"I don't talk about her all the time." Weiss looks away, embarrassed. And for some reason you can't stop the smile as it creeps across your face.
"I'll see the two of you at dinner. I have to go find Jaune. He's probably already sitting somewhere waiting for food. You know how he is." The perky lady leaves the two of you to stand in silence.
"Well? Let's go." You step next to her, grabbing her hand and pulling her forward with the crowd. "We can't be late for dinner, sweetheart."
"Blake, you don't have to do this." She stops, pulling back on your arm.
"Oh. That's where you're wrong, Miss Schnee." You pull out the chair in front of the place setting with Weiss' name and wait for her to sit down. "I do have one question for you though."
"What, what is it?" She looks up at you as you take your seat in the chair beside her.
"When you RSVP to junk like this, don't they ask what you want to eat?"
"Well, yes. Why do you ask?"
"Weiss, I'm trying to politely as what the hell you RSVPed that we would like to eat."
"Uh yeah, of course, um salmon. I know you like salmon so I figured it was a safe choice."
"Okay. Cool." You shrug your shoulders and take a sip from the fancy glass in front of you. "Do you think there's going to be an open bar? Or some wine maybe?"
Later in the night, you had been subjected to many introductions to various strangers as "Weiss' girlfriend." All of which seemed to have heard about you well before your arrival. But all in all, the day wasn't bad. For you at least.
You had taken any chance possible to make Weiss uncomfortable that had arisen. Whether it was hand holding, slow dancing, you think you may have even kissed the back of her hand once, whatever it was, if it embarrassed Weiss Schnee, you did it.
"That is the last time I ask you for a favor." She says as the two of you finally arrive home. And you can't help but laugh.
"Oh come on, don't tell me that you didn't enjoy our date." Quirking an eyebrow, you see the blush return to her cheeks.
"You didn't have to take it so over the top. Now we are going to have to have some kind of elaborate break up, yet somehow still manage to live together. I have no idea how I'm even going to explain that."
You watch as she paces through the living room. Back and forth. Weighing situations and outcomes over and over in her head.
"Weiss." It's almost like she can't even hear you. Too far inside her own head. So you say her name one more time, but a little louder. "Weiss."
"Yes?"
"Would you like to have dinner with me?"
"We already ate."
You close your eyes and let the breath in your chest huff itself out in a small sigh.
"That's not what I'm asking."
"Why would you ask if I wanted to have dinner when we already had dinner? We literally just left the place where we had dinner. I don't know how you could be hungry. And it's late."
"Salmon."
"I'm so confused." You take a step closer to her.
"We have had the save the date for this wedding on the refrigerator for seven months."
"I know, I put it there. I told you that I could take it down if you got tired of looking at it."
"Which means that you got the invitation and had to RSVP roughly three or four months ago."
"Yes."
"And you know I like salmon."
"I do."
"And I know that means you RSVPed to the wedding as though I would be coming with you, three or four months ago. Which also means that you have been hoping I would go to this wedding with you for months. But you waited until the week before to practically beg me to go with you."
"Maybe." You take another step closer.
"Why?"
"I don't want to mess this up." Her voice is only barely above a whisper.
"I wasn't doing you a favor, you know." You take a step back, beginning your retreat. Not wanting to push this too far.
"Of course you were."
"I liked going to the wedding with you. I am glad I got to spend a day being somewhat fancy with you." She cracks a small smile.
"You do look rather nice."
"You know if you had asked me to go to the wedding with you months ago, I would've still said yes."
"Because you would help me if I asked, I know." She rolls her eyes, but seems disheartened.
"I would've said yes because I like waking up in the mornings to the sound of you yawning in the kitchen while you make coffee. I like to cook dinner because I know it means you will help me clean the dishes. I like to grocery shop on Tuesdays because it's the only day of the week that you leave work early, so you will always be able to go with me. I would've said yes, no matter when you would've asked. Because I like spending my time with you."
"Oh."
"Now that I have successfully embarrassed myself just as much as you have embarrassed yourself, I think we can say this day is officially over."
And with that, you turn and walk into your room. Your blood feels hot, but your skin feels ice cold. And you aren't sure if you're still breathing.
After taking a few deep breaths, you start to pace back and forth a few times. When you spin around one final time, you see Weiss leaning against the frame of your doorway.
"May I ask you for one more favor?"
"Okay."
"Ask me again, please."
"Would you like to have dinner with me?"
"I would. Every day. But if you have a specific date and time in mind for one occasion in particular, that would be fine too."
"O-Okay. Great. Um. Tomorrow? Or is that too soon?"
"Apparently we've been waiting for months, so tomorrow is perfect."
"I only have one request."
"And what is that?"
"I don't want to hear any stories at the next wedding we go to about how you took me home after our first date. It would make me seem like a classless woman." She rolls her eyes as you laugh at your own joke.
"Blake Belladonna, keep it up with jokes like that and we won't be going to the next wedding."
"Oh whatever. You know you love my stupid jokes." She smiles at you from the doorway, and you feel like your heart is melting out of your chest and into your toes.
"I actually do."
