I Think I Like You

Chapter 15: A Perfect Imperfection

Lately, it feels like all we've been doing in the student council is busy work. Well, everything I've been doing anyway.

Ruby, we need copies of this. Ruby, go ask Mrs. Glenda what she thinks about this banner. Ruby, give one of these forms to every teacher on the second floor. Ruby, stop sleeping and help us fill out these attendance sheets.

I'm starting to feel like the only reason I'm even in the council is to be a pack mule for everyone else.

Even the job I'm assigned to now is lackluster compared to all the cool music festival events everyone else gets to work on. That's right, while the rest of the members get to come up with fun games to play and stands to have at the festival, I get to help put away books in the library.

Granted, Weiss is helping me this time around, which only really serves in adding a heavy awkwardness to the atmosphere.

It's about mid-way through the week and we still haven't talked about what happened. Not that we haven't talked to each other at all, it's more like all our interactions were stiff and robotic.

Yep, we've been avoiding the topic. This is exactly what I didn't want to happen, it's only serving to damage our relationship.

I even mentioned a much less detailed version of my situation to Uncle Qrow, and even he agreed that what we are doing is unhealthy and will become more of a detriment the longer we let it go on.

I sigh and reach over to take a particularly thick novel off my cart, which is filled with various other titles needing to be put away.

As I slide it into its correct place on the shelf, I sneak a glance at Weiss, who's standing on the isle of bookshelves across from mine, squinting at the little plates that have the lettering order on the shelves.

Feeling a constriction in my stomach, I turn back towards my own cart of books.

I've been mulling over the situation since it happened and I've managed to come to two conclusions. The first one being that I definitely could have handled it better, and the second one being, no matter who is in the right or wrong, I need to apologize.

I take a moment to look around the empty library; most students have gone home by now or were finishing up their own clubs. The only people that are left are the librarians, along with a few straggling students.

I turn back to continue putting away my books until I hear a grunt from the shelves across from mine.

Looking over, I find Weiss straining to reach the top shelf. She was on the tips of her toes, attempting to close the distance between the book in her hand and the bottom of the ledge with what might as well be sheer will-power.

I find myself almost cackling at the sight.

"Do you need me to help you?" I ask, attempting to sound generous.

Unfortunately, the kindness in my sentence was lost behind the smothering of my laughter.

Weiss just huffs in annoyance, not bothering to look over at me and continuing to strain herself so she could reach.

"No… I've got it."

Rolling my eyes, I turn back towards my own shelf to resume my sorting. Who am I to stand in the way of her dumb pride.

"Okay then."

After another minute of secretly watching her failing efforts and aggravated mumbling, she turns to me with a resentful expression.

"…Don't just stand there, help me you dolt."

I raise an eyebrow and give her a look. Regardless of her attitude, I stand up and brush off my pants before going to help her anyways.

As I cross the shelves to Weiss's side, I hold out my hand for the book. Weiss offers it to me but turns her gaze away before I can say anything.

And she calls me the childish one.

I let out a huff of air and read the authors name before identifying its correct spot on the shelf, which is exactly where Weiss was trying to place it originally.

I'm not much taller than Weiss, but unlike her I'm willing to bend the rules a bit. I take another look around the library; the two shelves we were inbetween was pretty closed off from the rest of the room, and there was only one opening to the main area at the end of the tall book cases.

Willing to take my chances, I swiftly step one foot on the bottom shelf and hoist myself up to the next ledge.

"Ruby!? What the hell are you doing?" Weiss hisses at me, frantically turning her head from side to side to make sure no one's watching. "Get down from there right now you absolute dunce!"

Ignoring her words of protest, I reach to push the book snugly into place on the top shelf. As soon as I slide it comfortably in, I turn my head around slightly, so I can start my descent back to the floor.

I take a shaky step down a shelf and pause briefly when I feel a hand on my back to help steady me.

Glancing over, I see Weiss with a concerned look on her face as she helps holds me in place. I feel my face grow warm at the contact. We haven't touched each other since our fight and my Weiss-withdrawal symptoms were becoming more apparent with each day that passed.

I manage to hop down the last ledge and turn myself completely around to be met with a full view of Weiss's glare.

"I can't believe you. What would have happened if you were to be caught, Ruby? What kind of example does that set for the council? And what if you'd gotten hurt?" Weiss flips some bangs out of her face and places her hands on her hips. "Honestly, I thought you would've learned by now."

She's just concerned and doesn't want to admit it… cute.

I continue watching Weiss nervously, who gives me a befuddled expression and raises an eyebrow at me.

"What?" She asks indignantly.

I shrug. "You're kinda cute when you're mad."

At the comment, Weiss looks like she might actually explode. With the combination of her reddening face and her increasingly furrowing eyebrows, she might as well be a balloon that's about to pop.

However, after a moment of thinking she's about to start yelling at me, instead, I watch as her shoulders sag slightly and her flushed face becomes even more disgruntled.

"…Shut up."

Weiss turns away from me and back towards her cart of books.

I'm starting to think I might have crossed a line, that I pushed my boundaries a little too far.

We're already fighting and you thought saying that was a good way to break the ice? Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I guiltily clear my throat and take a glance around to make sure no one was watching.

"Hey, Weiss… look, I'm sorry for getting mad like I did. I really am. If I could go back in time and tell myself how unreasonable I was being I'd do it in a heartbeat." I start sheepishly rubbing one of my sneakers on the carpeted floor. "I'm sorry, I just hate it when we fight."

Weiss doesn't look at me, just resumes idly thumbing one of the various books on the cart. "Ruby… I'm not mad at you."

"You're not?" I ask in confusion.

Weiss shakes her head and glares at the floor. "I'm frustrated at myself for behaving this way. I think your actions were justified enough, Neptune can get quite irksome and it was… ungracious of me not to think about how it might make you feel."

"I was feeling like a jealous idiot."

Weiss scoffs at this and finally turns to look me in the eye for the first time in days.

"Jealousy is only a lack of self-confidence, Ruby, which is definitely something I don't see in you."

The comment makes me physically rear myself backwards. There's no way this is how Weiss sees me.

"Your wrong though, Weiss. I've always been this way." Under her watching gaze I feel myself shrink. "I can never decide on anything. The science trip, joining the council, what I want to do when I'm out of high school, hell, even when I confessed to you I wasn't sure of myself."

A minute of silence falls between us and I look down at the floor. I feel Weiss's gaze on me, but I'm too ashamed to look her in the eye.

"I really am a good for nothing, aren't I?" I mutter.

This is the moment where the reality I could lose Weiss one day sinks itself into the back of my mind, and makes its home right in the middle of all my self-doubt.

She has no reason to be with me and there's plenty of other people, people that could treat her better than I can, waiting for someone like her to come along. I don't have money or social status of any kind, so what does she even get out of being with me?

I ball up my pants in my fists and start feeling unbidden tears poking at my eyes, causing me to clamp them shut to keep the dropplets from spilling over.

It's not until I feel arms looping themselves around my neck that I slowly blink my eyes open again.

Weiss buries her face into the collar of my shirt and squeezes me against her, making me stiffen.

"Don't talk about yourself like that, Ruby. I don't like it." Comes her muffled voice.

After taking a moment to get over the shock of what just happened, I slowly reach to wrap my arms around Weiss's back to return the hug.

"But-"

"No buts. You've shown me time and time again what it means to be yourself, Ruby." I feel Weiss's grip on me tighten and I let my head rest on her shoulder to accommodate. "Sure, you may be an imbecile when it comes to our relationship, but I know I'm not much better. And sure, you can be petty and beyond needy sometimes, but never once have I seen self-doubt in you."

Weiss lifts her head from under my chin, causing me to lift mine that was resting on her shoulder.

Upon seeing my despondent expression, she slides both of her hands from around my neck to rest them on either side of my head. I feel her take a strand of my short, scruffy hair and begin rolling it between her fingers as she pulls us together so our foreheads are touching.

"I don't see self-doubt, I see Ruby Rose. I see a good heart with good intentions and I see someone who's willing to help others for nothing in return. Granted, I also see someone who can get unreasonably jealous and insecure. You're not perfect, Ruby, but I don't want you to be. You're always the one showing me how much you care, I just want you to know how much you mean to me too."

I feel myself practically whimper at her words and I nuzzle my forehead deeper into hers. Our bangs mingle together and I realize I can feel every unsteady breath Weiss takes.

It takes me a minute to compose myself, since I was scared I would start balling in the middle of the library if I tried to speak.

"Thank you." I eventually manage to rasp out.

Weiss nods her head against mine, a gesture to let me know she's accepted both my thanks and my apology. "I've never been with anyone before you, Ruby. I don't know the rules, the boundaries, and I can't express myself very well. I'm just… not very sure what I'm doing."

I chuckle and swing us gently from side to side.

"I'm just as new to this as you are, Weiss, and besides," I finally dip my head down low enough so that we're eye to eye. "I think you're doing more than fine."

Just as I'm about to close the almost non-existent gap between us, a loud ringing jolts us both out of our daze.

With my hands dropping from Weiss's sides I turn around to see a buzzing coming from my backpack. I groan at the annoyance of being interrupted, but trudge myself over to the bag all the same.

Digging through my cluttered backpack, I eventually find my phone near the bottom and touch the screen to see who's calling.

After seeing who it is, I Giddily accept the call. As I hold my hand over the speaker to wait for it to pick up, I make a motion for Weiss to come over.

"My Uncle is calling, he's really cool." I say proudly.

Weiss just raises an eyebrow at me and places her hands on her hips.

"Ruby? Ruby, is that you?" Comes a slightly slurred voice from the other end of the line.

"Yeah, it's me. did you need something, Uncle Qrow?"

There's some mumbles on the other end of the line and Weiss gives me a funny look.

"Listen Rubes, I'm not gonna be home tonight and Yang's tellin' me she's got work until later. Would it be possible for you to come home early and feed your little mutt?"

I huff into the phone and impatiently tap my foot against the floor.

"Zwei's not a mutt, Uncle Qrow, he's a member of the family!"

For some reason, this seemed to pique Weiss's interest.

"You have a dog?" she asks.

I turn to her and catch an unexpected glimpse of excitement running across her features.

"Uh, yeah?" I confusedly respond.

"Ruby?" Qrows voice questions.

"Oh, yeah, I can feed him. Don't worry about it."

"Great, well I'll be going then. See you tomorrow, kiddo."

"Bye, Uncle Qrow."

I hang up the phone and turn nervously towards Weiss, who's watching at me with earnest interest.

I hope she won't take what I'm about to say the wrong way, we've already had a lot of emotions today and I don't think I could handle another misunderstanding between us.

"Would you like to come over?"

I watch as Weiss takes a thoughtful moment to ponder on what I'd just said.

"...I don't see why not."

I swerve my bike into my driveway, only scarcely missing the curb before stopping.

I put my foot down to steady the bike, patiently waiting until I feel Weiss's hands let go of my shoulders and the familiar weight being lifted off the back before letting myself step off.

As I kick out the stopper it occurs to me that Weiss has never been to my house and, looking over at her, I realize she's staring at my home quite intently.

"I know it's not as nice as yours or anything…" I say, nervously rubbing the back of my neck.

"Nonsense," Weiss states, waving me off. "I think it's rather humble."

Looking over at the house's peeling green paint and garden beds full of dead bushes, I begin to question whether she's joking with me or not.

"If you say so."

We walk to the front door and, as I attempt to fish my keys out of my backpack, Weiss runs a hand along one of the pillars in front of the entryway.

"Having such a large house isn't always a good thing, you know. I would rather have a living space small enough where I don't have to walk a quarter mile to get to my kitchen."

I chuckle as I twist the key into the lock. "That's something only rich people say."

"I'm being serious!" Weiss counters hotly.

"So am I."

Pushing open the door, I yank the key out of the lock and hold the handle to let Weiss go in first. She nods her thanks, making me smile proudly, and as we step inside I tell her to take off her shoes at the door.

Weiss slips out of the pair of brown loafers she usually wore on days where she doesn't have on heels. My eyes fall to her legs, that were now only being covered by her black stockings. I feel my face heat up and I quickly turn around to take off my sneakers as well.

As I bend down to undo my laces, I hear a familiar thumping making its way down the stairs. I look over to see Zwei bumbling his way over to us.

"Oh my god!" Weiss exclaims in an unnaturally high-pitched voice.

I look over at her to find she's already jogging her way across the hall to meet my dog halfway. She bends down, letting Zwei jump into her lap and start licking her face, giggling all the while.

I stand up and raise my eyebrows at the incredibly uncharacteristic Weiss.

She had seemed interested in meeting him earlier, but I didn't expect her to be this excited about it.

She slides down onto the wood floor completely and I have to make even more of a conscious effort not to stare at her legs. The position only gives Zwei more room to attack her face with licks before he starts running in circles around her.

I make my way over and squat down next to them. "I didn't know you liked dogs?" I say as more of a question than a statement.

Weiss just lets Zwei climb back into her lap, so she can start scratching his head and babying him again.

"Oh, he's just the cutest thing ever. Yes, you are! Yes, you are!"

I chuckle at the tone she uses and pick myself back up to walk over to the kitchen. I open the pantry door and scoop a cup of dog food out of the big bag we keep in the corner.

I'm about to dump it in his bowl, when I notice Weiss is still sitting on the floor in the hallway and petting Zwei behind his ears. He seems to really be taking to her, and vice versa, and the sight makes a ghost of a smile appear on my face.

"Would you like to feed him?" I ask, shaking the cup of food out in front of me.

Weiss looks over at me with wide eyes. "Is that okay?"

"Sure, it is." I chuckle. "Zwei loves whoever feeds him. I think it's the same principle with all dogs."

Weiss nods and stands up, proceeding to wipe all the dog hair off her skirt. Finding my eyes trailing downwards on her again, I force myself to turn away before impure thoughts start flooding my mind.

She walks over, Zwei trotting along behind her, and I reach out to hand her the cup. Weiss takes the dog food and thanks me before bending down to poor the food in the bowl.

The Corgi eagerly stumbles over to the bowl before beginning to devour the food in it.

"You know, he kind of reminds me of you." Weiss says.

I feel my face heat up and I look questioningly down at Weiss. "Are you saying I act like a dog?"

"Somewhat." Weiss concurs, much to my dismay. "You're both incredibly clumsy and hyperactive. I've always thought it's an accurate assumption to say pets are like their owners."

I cross my arms and squint my eyes at Zwei, who's still scarfing down his food. "…I'm not sure how I feel about that."

"Well, I meant it as a compliment."

Weiss stands up beside Zwei's food bowl and glances around my kitchen, eyeing the old wall paper and dirty floor tiles. I grow increasingly self-conscious as she looks around, and I silently berate myself for inviting her over without cleaning up a bit first.

However, Weiss doesn't say anything, just continues looking around as we wait for Zwei to finish eating. Something catches her eye and she makes her way over to one of our old family pictures on the counter.

She picks up the frame and stares at it intently.

"Is this your dad?" She asks, holding the image towards me so I can see.

I walk over to her and sit down on one of the stools tucked into the counter. Upon closer inspection of the picture, I remember it being taken a few years ago after my dad finished paying off the house mortgage.

"Yeah, and my Uncle's the one behind him. My dad took us out to a fancy restaurant that day, to celebrate the house getting paid off. I think I was about ten in this."

Weiss stares at the picture with a melancholy expression. I'm about to ask what's upsetting her, until I remember what her relationship with her father was like.

"Your dad seems like an exceptional man, Ruby. I can see where you get it from."

I blush at the compliment and divert my gaze away from Weiss, to flustered and afraid I'd say something stupid.

I notice Zwei has finished eating his food and is lapping some water out of his bowl. I'm not exactly sure what we should do now; I want to take Weiss's mind off of her family situation, but only one activity is coming to mind.

"Hey Weiss, have you ever played any video games?"

It was obvious from the moment we started playing Weiss had absolutely zero idea of what she's doing.

I mean, she did say she had little to no experience, but I thought Mariokart would have to be a good bet either way.

The only console I have is an old GameCube that Uncle Qrow gave me when I was a lot younger, so I didn't have many newer games, but Weiss didn't seem to mind.

I had connected the console to the monitor in my room, and we both sat on the floor in front of it, leaning against the foot of my bed.

I was attempting to show Weiss how good I was at it, but every time I looked to her out of the corner of my eye, she was either staring confusedly at her controller or petting Zwei, who sat in her lap.

I was also having trouble keeping focus on the game itself. I wasn't naive enough to not think about Weiss being in my room. I just have to continuously remind myself not take advantage of the situation. Even so, I knew I was ultimately failing at keeping such thoughts out of my mind.

Looking over at Weiss now, I was beginning to get annoyed at the lack of attention she was giving me.

She's still sitting with Zwei on her lap, letting him lick her face as she scratches him behind the ears. I feel myself tense up and I start grumbling, but Weiss is too busy giggling and playing with Zwei to notice. Eventually, she looks up at the monitor and realizes I'm not playing the game anymore.

Turning to me with a confused expression, she realizes I'm already staring at her and simultaneously giving my dog a death glare.

"Are you done playing?" she questions.

I huff and set my controller down on the floor in front of me. "I don't know, are you?"

Weiss ceases her scratching of Zwei's head and squints her eyes at me.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

I hear myself let out somewhat of a growl and I swiftly stand up to close the short distance between me and Weiss. When I reach the foot of my bed I lean down and shoo Zwei away with my hand.

Zwei barks in my face before jumping off Weiss's lap and trotting his way out the door. Just before he leaves the room, he turns his head towards me and gives another bark, almost like he's mocking me.

Knowing my self-control is slowly dissipating with every moment, I turn back towards Weiss to see she's giving me an incredulous expression.

"Are you seriously this intolerant? For god sake, he's a- Ruby!?"

Before Weiss can finish, I step one foot over her and slide myself down so that I'm sitting on top of her legs.

Weiss doesn't move. Her eyes widen, and she looks almost petrified of the position I've put us in, not that I can blame her, I'm practically straddling her after all. This is the only way I can force her not to look away.

"Weiss… I kinda really want to kiss you."

I watch as the Weiss Schnee is left speechless. She scrunches her shoulders up and pushes herself back against the foot of my bed, trying to look anywhere but at me.

I lean towards her and press my lips against her cheek, brushing it lightly. The action was subtle, yet just that light touch sent shivers through my nerves that were severe enough to make my hands start to tremble. I hope Weiss doesn't notice it.

I hear her breath hitch and I pull back to look Weiss in the eye.

Our eyes finally lock, and we stare at each other for what feels like an eternity. Weiss's face is flushed red and her dilated eyes seem slightly more lidded than usual. From this close, I can even feel her slightly ragged and unsteady breathing.

The thought alone that I was causing her to act like this was enough to send waves of attraction and exhilaration to run through me. Everything about her in this moment was absolutely captivating.

I break our gaze to look down at her lips, as if to ask for permission, but her mouth was already waiting like a question in itself.

Weiss squeezes her eyes shut and I use one of my hands to swipe some hair out of her eyes.

Before I steal her lips, I lean forward to press a light kiss to the scar that ran down perfectly down one of her eyes. I always meant to tell her how alluring I found it to be.

When I finally kiss her mouth, everything goes oddly quiet, like the moment of silence between lightning and thunder.

Weiss's body is rigid. I can feel her scrunched up face twitch against mine, and her legs fidgeting together underneath me.

"Relax, Weiss…" I breath soothingly. "Trust me…"

She makes a mumbling noise into my mouth as I press my lips back down on hers, like they were a magnet drawing me back in.

"I promise I won't do anything you don't like."

I wrap my arms around her waist and move my hands to her back. I let them run in calming motions and I start to feel Weiss's guarded stance slowly melt away underneath me.

"Mmm… Okay…" She complies.

Weiss moves her hands upwards and wraps them around my neck, proceeding to pull us closer until I'm practically pinning her against the bed frame.

The kiss was soft at first, it was more like a fleeting touch, since we parted each time we shifted our heads. The tempo was awkward and clumsy, but as countless minutes go by, I start to feel more confident of myself.

Our lips continued to shift effortlessly together and Weiss clings harder to my neck as we gradually pick up pace. The motion encourages me, letting another surge of want, of need, run through me.

I grasp my hands more comandingly into the back of her uniform and push her impossibly closer against the side of my bed.

My insistent mouth continues to part her shaking lips, sending wild tremors through my nerves and evoking sensations I had never known I was capable of feeling.

When it hits me that Weiss is kissing me back with just as much vigor, I feel my mind reel with giddiness that makes my head spin. My endearment to Weiss is the only thing that my mind can even halfway process in the moment.

I feel her, all of her, pressing against me. I inhale her strawberry scented conditioner, her lip gloss that tastes slightly of oranges, and an extra scent that's so pure and clean and… Weiss.

"Mmn… R- Ruby…"

Weiss whines my name in a tone I've never heard come out of her.

Oh my god, she's so hot.

I press my lips harder into hers to deepen the kiss and I feel her slim back arching into me in an attempt to get closer. Her hands move from around my neck and into my hair, running some of her delicate fingers through it and clutching at the scruffy strands with her free hand.

It's like she's consuming me. She's everywhere; in my hair, over my arms, on my lips. It's like I'm a tiny grain of sand and she's a wave that crashes against me over, and over again, until I feel nothing but her.

It's as if weeks of hidden affections and fleeting touches have all come tumbling out in this moment.

What I had thought was something only I felt towards Weiss, is clearly something she was feeling too. We both want to be closer, more intimate, which is something Weiss has been avoiding since we started dating.

However, it's clear to me now the only reason for her avoidance must have been from fear, out of either rejection or inexperience I'm not sure, but the Weiss in front of me now is showing me she's clearly overcome whatever it was.

Not only am I enamored with the girl in front of me, but I'm so, so, proud of her.

"…I like you a lot, Weiss." I breath between kisses.

I feel Weiss nod her head against mine and smile into my lips. "Mmn… Thank you."

I reluctantly pull away, not too far, but far enough where she could see the pout on my face.

"Thank you? That's the part where you're supposed to say 'Oh, yeah! I like you too! Also, you're an incredible kisser, Ruby, what would I ever do without you!' or something like that."

Weiss looks at me, exasperated. "I'm not saying that."

"Aww, why not?" I whine as I push my face into her neck.

"You're insufferable."

I laugh into her collar and pull myself back up to face her.

"And you're in denial." I lean my head against hers and raise my eyebrows.

She doesn't respond, just blows some bangs falling into her face out of her eyes. I feel her shoulders slump and her grip around my neck loosening, making it seem as though she's about to pull away.

I quickly grab one of her arms, not wanting to let this moment pass by so quickly. It feels like I've been sitting here with Weiss for only a second, even though I know we've been doing this for well over what it feels like. Even so, I never wanted it to end.

"Hey, who said we were done?" I ask, moving in to kiss her again.

Weiss glares at me and holds up a hand in front of my mouth. "I did, now let me up."

I don't know where my boldness is coming from. Maybe it has something to do with the fact I'm still sitting on top of my super cute and super attractive girlfriend.

Regardless of why I feel this daringness, it's obvious to me that, even though Weiss is still acting in charge, I'm the one who holds the cards here.

I grab her shoulders and, as gently as I can possibly manage, push her onto my carpeted floor. Weiss makes a small noise of protest, but I put my hands on either one of her wrists to pin her in place.

Leaning down, I only stop as soon as my lips are hovering over hers, gently grazing them with each heavy breath we take.

"Tell me if you really don't want to." I murmur.

Weiss says nothing and continues glaring at me with a particularly prominent blush on her face.

"Good." I say before resuming our make-out session.

We start off slow again, and this time I feel even more in control. Weiss lets me continue holding her down and we start finding our tempo that gradually increases as we go along.

I got the feeling I would never get tired of this. Having Weiss all to myself and being able to kiss her for however long I want, it doesn't even feel real.

I've never experienced anything this intensely before. It's like every time our lips meet I feel myself start liking her all over again, and I'm completely entrapped by every movement and sound she makes.

It's at this very point I become so lost in Weiss that I fail to hear my door opening.

"Hey, Rubes? I wanted to- OH MY GOD!?"

Both me and Weiss's eyes shoot open and we stare at each other, taking a moment to process what just happened.

When we do realize, our heads both fling in the direction of my door.

Yang stands there, hand still on the door handle, gaping at us like a dead fish.

Mortified, none of us move for a moment, we just continue staring at each other in shock.

Yang shakes her head a few times and points between me and Weiss with squinted eyes, like she can't fully process what she's looking at. She then looks out my bedroom door and robotically nods her head.

"Right… Uhh, I'm gonna go somewhere that's not, uhm, here."

Yang slowly closes my bedroom door and I look back down to realize I'm still pinning Weiss to the floor. I practically levitate off of her and scramble my way to the door.

"YANG, WAIT!"

"So, let me get this straight," My sister holds a hand to her temple. "You two are… actually dating?"

"…Yeah."

"Like, going out?"

"Uh-huh."

"As in, a romantic relationship?"

I feel myself frown.

"Gee, Yang, you don't have to make it sound so hard to believe." I mumble.

Currently, the three of us just finished having a very awkward conversation in my kitchen.

Yang sits at the end of the counter, hands under her chin while staring at the two of us with skepticism, and Weiss and I sit on the opposite side of her.

"But it is hard to believe. You're dating Weiss Schnee? I mean, come on, me and Jaune would be a more likely pair than that."

Weiss clears her throat from her end of the table and gives my sister a stern look. "Regardless of my relationship status with Ruby, you have to promise not to tell anyone." She warns.

"Yeah, yeah, princess, I got that much." Yang waves her off and then looks between us again. "But you two? Seriously?"

"Yang!" I complain, wanting this conversation to end as quickly as possible.

"Sorry, sorry, it's just… something else to come home and find you practically tackling the pres-"

"Forget about that, would you!?" Weiss grimaces from her side of the counter.

Yang just laughs, and I try to compile my thoughts about this whole situation. I'm surprised by the fact Yang seems to be taking this pretty well, or a lot better than I would have expected at the very least.

I fidget my thumbs together under the table and look down at my lap. "You're… not mad though? That I was, um, y'know… with Weiss." I say, unable to formulate a coherent sentence.

Yang looks at me with an understanding expression on her face.

"Of course I'm not mad, Ruby. I mean, I'm more surprised than anything. I've suspected you liked girls for a while, but I never thought the president was your type."

"Yaaang!" I whine.

"Now that I think about it," She continues, ignoring my plea. "It does kind of make sense. I mean, the fights you two get into, and the hand holding during the council picture."

"You saw that?" Weiss asks, confounded.

"Well, yeah, and Blake saw it to. We thought it was weird, but I didn't think much of it at the time."

Weiss sets her head into her hands and shakes her head.

"Ugh, this is a disaster."

I reach over and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

This was mostly my fault; I was the one who wanted to keep going after all. Weiss had said we should stop and I didn't listen to her because of my own stupid desires. I'll have to find some way to make it up to her later.

Looking up at her with a somewhat forced smile, I give her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"It'll be okay, Weiss. Yang won't say anything, right Yang?"

My sister just looks between us and a mischievous grin slowly makes its way onto her face.

"Oh, you two are just adorable."

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