It's all dark… Where am I? Oh yeah, my eyes are just… closed. I opened them, and then looked around, because I couldn't remember where I crashed. I didn't even have any alcohol last night, right? The thing I fell asleep on is… a sofa. And there's something - well someone sleeping on me. Who could that be? I turn my head left to see Amélie's contorted face, still asleep, with a little bit of drool dripping from the corner of her mouth. And you know what people say: you know you fell deep for someone when you saw how they look like in their sleep and you still love them. After debating whether or not I should try and get off the couch in fear of waking up the sleeping beauty, I tried wiggling out one of my legs, trapped in hers and didn't succeed because she was literally straddling them with great strength. I didn't know what to do but then I remembered it was tuesday and that nobody had class today. Odd, right? That's how the university works, though. I decided to lay down and contemplate the ceiling, waiting for the young woman beside me to wake up. I waited 10 minutes before hearing a groan, then bones popping because of her arms stretching out, followed by a loud yawn.

"Hey." I said, my voice kinda groggy. She jumped out of the couch, surprised.

"Oh, I forgot we slept together." she said, after remembering that I had crashed into her dorm room for the night. I snorted because she obviously didn't know that 'slept together' had a different meaning to us native english speakers.

"Slept well?" I asked, then Amélie took a look at her arm, a satisfied smirk on her face.

-"Since my arm looks like Google Map, oui.", she answers. "Uuh… Are you angr- geez, hungry? I got a pack of orange juice in my fridge and some croissants on the little kitchen counter for breakfast."

-"I'm more of a tea person but I'm not gonna complain. Thanks love!" I stood from the sofa, moving over the mini kitchen, took a glass from one of the cupboards and grabbed the orange juice box from the fridge.

After pouring myself a glass, I stared at the art stuff that was left all around the place. Brushes, a cutting board, an entire mallet filled with cutters, three paint tubes (primary colors of course), two stacks of sketchbooks, different kinds of paper and finally a small canvas that wasn't used yet. I hope Amé doesn't cut something more than paper with all these cutters… Speaking of her, she was sat in front of me, munching on a croissant, doodling in a sketchbooks.

"What are you drawing?" I ask curiously. I've always loved art but the only thing I can sketch correctly are planes and animals.

-"It's an art subject. The teacher told us to sketch everything we see each day, or places we've never gone to before."

That means she must have drawn me and the restaurant yesterday. My curiosity grew more.

"Can you show me? I mean, if that doesn't disturb your work."

She gave me the small sketchbook and I flipped the pages around, stopping each time something got my attention. There were multiple sketches of buildings, and even the teachers. I recognized Mr. Morrison, and he looked like he was having a fight with the spanish teacher Reyes. Must've been from yesterday. I flipped the next page, and she had also sketched people around campus such as my friends Lucio, Hana and Jamie hanging out. I flipped another and there I was! I laughed, because she drew me while I was munching salad like a turtle, looking out the restaurant window.

"I can't believe you sketched me like that!" I said, giggling.

-"Couldn't miss that opportunity." Amélie answered, smiling.

My phone buzzed. A text from Lucio.

9:13 AM [Lucio]: hey sonic! we're at the deez nuts salon (lol) with hana and jamie. come join us? u can bring lacrocs if u want

9:13 AM [You]: alright buddy. here in 5. cya gals (ps it's lacroix and crocs are life fight me on it)

I gulped down my drink, and stood from the chair.

"I've got a meet-up with my friends at the Deez Nuts salon. You can come join us if you want!" I hoped she would accept my request but unfortunately no.

-"Désolée, but I've got a huge art subject to complete for tomorrow. Maybe another time?" She answered, a sorry look on her face.

-"Don't worry love, it's alright! Call me if you need help though."

I was about to leave when Amélie's hand tapped my shoulder. I faced her, a questioning look on my face. She kissed me on both cheeks then waved goodbye, which I did too. Not the kiss part. I closed the door slowly then inhaled three times, exhaled three times. I crossed my fingers, guiding them from my head to the middle of my chest, then from my chest to my left shoulder and finally to my right shoulder.

"To the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen." I finished my little prayer with the Katniss sign, because I volunteer to be Amélie's girlfriend.

After a little walk across the campus, I finally arrived at the Deez Nuts salon. I entered the place, and a scent of cinnamon and pumpkin spice hit me in the nostrils. Autumn greetings.

I spotted my three friends, and hugged them.

"I can't wait to hear what you've been up to with your french girlfriend!" exclaimed Hana.

-"Too soon, too soon. Nothing has even been confirmed yet!" I said, a small blush on my face.

-"Even after the V incident?!" added Lucio. He wasn't wrong. There had to be a reason why Amélie did that. Did she possibly have a crush on me? No way. She's pretty, talented and smart and her accent is so… nice. And not straight.

"Oi oi mates, what're y'all talking 'bout? V incident?" questioned Jamie.

-"Nothing to worry about, Jam! It's all aight." I told him. "I just have a little- yeah no. A huge crush on the french art student."

-"Oh that's what all the fuss is about!" he said, smirking. "We'll talk about it when we quench our thirst. Four bubble teas for us, Mei!"

The bobba tea was a tradition for us all. We ordered it each time we went here.

"Got it! Four bubble teas for table 6!" shouted the waitress to the bartender, which was her wife Zarya. Mei is a very tiny and cute looking chinese woman but she could kill a man if she wanted to. She's the opposite of her wife, a very tall and pink-haired butch woman who's strong as heck but secretly hugs bears like a child. She's also russian and is the literal embodiment of Mother Russia. They're the cutest couple around! They both came from regions where it snows everyday so they're like a couple of polar bears to us.

Once the drinks were placed onto our table, we began the important discussion.

"So, Lena. Spill the tea." the three friends said in unison.

-"Alright guys. Hold tight onto your seats. Amélie Lacroix paid me dinner yesterday because I saved her from an annoying fuckboy. And I slept over at her dorm room."

-"You slept over at her dorm room." said Hana and Lucio. Jamie stopped slurping his bubble tea after he heard what was being told, and stared at me, eyes bigger than a tennis ball.

"Chill buddies, nothing happened. Oh wait. Something did happen. She kissed me goodbye - on both cheeks, that's all!"

They all gasped.

"Okay, french girl definitely has a crush on you." said Hana, and winked at me.

-" No dude, this is a french kiss! That's the way you say goodbye to people in France." I tried justifying, unsuccessfully.

-"Yeah sure, she perfectly knows you're british and british people don't say goodbye like that! I bet that was a subtle move!" answered Jamie. "Anyways, Lucio, I've never tried your bubble tea. Mind if I get a taste?" DJ Frog handed his drink over, smiling. The blonde boy slurped for a few seconds and gave it back.

"Damn, pumpkin spice bobba is really good! I should get one next time." Hana and I knew that was an excuse to get an indirect kiss from Lucio. Jamie confessed to us not long ago and told us he fell in love with him. Like, love at first sight. Hana leaned over and whispered "That was not subtle at all." we both giggled and the two boys gave us questioning looks, which we ignored.

"Guys, would you look at the booth over there." exclaimed Lucio, voice low not to attract attention. He pointed to said booth and guess who was there? The famous couple of teachers - Morrison and Reyes. Kinda eyefucking each other. The spanish teacher was wearing the smug face he gave each time he had a small argument with the math teacher.

They were probably arguing about who should get the remote TV control tonight. Mr Morrison was about to make a comment when his husband silenced him by shoving a piece of cake into his mouth, careful not to choke him. I mean he probably does in bed but that's none of our business.

My friends returned their attention to me, with some serious looks on their face.

"Alright, Lena. We're gonna help you get with the gay art student." spoke Jamie.

-"Step one: Slide in her DMs." added Hana.

-"Wait up guys, that's not how-" my phone ringed, One Bad Night by Hayley Kiyoko playing. I looked at the screen, and it read 'Amélie'. Guess she needs my help. I picked up.

"What's up love?" I questionned.

-"Lena, chérie, I need your help. I feel weird and I don't think I'll be able to go on like this." she said, her voice broken. She's sick.

-"Okay love, stay where you are, cavalry's here! See you in five."

I hung up, and ran to the exit door, tipping the bartender and the waitress on the way.

"Hey, where are you going?!" they all asked.

-"Sorry loves, but Amélie needs me!"

I exited the Deez Nuts building and stormed to the campus. I climbed the stairs, a little exhausted but I managed to make it to the dormitory door. I opened it, ran three meters to Amélie's dorm entry and unlocked her door, to find her having a hard time finishing her art page.

"Cavalry has arrived! Now let me help you on the couch." I swung her left arm on my shoulders and helped her on the small sofa. I went out of Amélie's dorm room to fetch my Pokémon bed sheet and covered her with it.

"Do you need painkillers?" I asked her.

-"They're in the kitchen cupboard."

I poured her a glass of water and put the painkillers aside, then brought them to her mouth.

"Drink up, buttercup!" I said, trying to make her feel better.

-"I hate the Powerpuff Girls." she groaned, then swallowed the pills. That was not the reference I was making, though.

"That was a Life is Strange reference. Ever played it?"

-"I've only tried the demo. It was good but I couldn't afford the entire game itself." I gasped.

"Amélie, you'll have to get your ass over my room tomorrow. This game will totally chill you out."

-"Art homework does that to you, chérie. But gladly." she answered.

She took my shirt sleeve between her hands and pulled me closer to her.

"Can we stay like this? I'm still kind of cold…" the purple haired girl asked, embarrassed.

-"Haha, alright love, if that floats your boat."

We stayed like this for half an hour and my heartbeat was getting faster. I wanted to tell her that I loved her. I needed to, it was being too much of a burden and I had to get it out of my chest. I took a breath, counted. One, two, three.

"Amélie, love, I need to tell you something…" I said, breaking the silence.

-"Mhhh what is it?"

-"Promise me you won't get angry."

-"Shoot."

Okay, tell her now, Lena.

"I'm in love with you."

Amélie's eyes widened for a moment, then she closed them.

-"Love… love love? Like real love?"

I was internally facepalming but I was also glad she didnt punch me yet.

-"Of course! What else would it be?!"

-"Such a sweet, foolish girl." The tall girl said. She took my head between her hands and crushed her lips against mine. Amélie was sick but I didn't care, and kissed back.

"Je t'ai toujours aimée, moi aussi."

Translation:

"Je t'ai toujours aimée, moi aussi." = I've always loved you too.