Oh Pyrrha...how I love thee...
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"So how have things been going with Blake?" Pyrrha asked as she neatly unfolded her napkin and placed it in her lap.
The small cafe they were currently seated at for lunch seemed to be packed to the seams today - with waiters and patrons rushing back and forth around them. But, the dull droning of people speaking and silverware clinking at least added a certain amount of privacy in their conversation. Not that Yang particularly cared who overheard her speaking about her newfound obsession.
"Things have been great!" she replied while unfolding her own napkin. "Really, really great…"
Her words trailed off with a happy smile as her thoughts drifted back to the writer, who was all Yang seemed to think about these days. But how could she not think about someone so beautiful, funny, smart...
Pyrrha let out a small giggle.
"I know - I saw."
Yang smiled in response until the words suddenly clicked in her mind, bringing her attention crashing back to her best friend in confusion.
"What do you mean, you saw?"
Pyrrha giggled again, pulling something out of her bag and tossing it down on the table between them. Yang's eyes widened in surprise when she saw the picture on the front page of the weekly gossip magazine.
"I mean, I literally saw," Pyrrha responded gleefully, gesturing one perfectly manicured hand towards the photograph.
"As your best friend, you can imagine how shocked and upset I am to have found out something like this from the tabloids," the model continued, voice dripping in fake hurt.
Yang ignored the comment and picked up the magazine to examine the front cover in greater detail.
She should probably be a little more upset or disturbed that someone had taken a picture of their first kiss and printed it for the entire world to see…but she really wasn't. If anything, seeing the picture made her heart pound as if she were back in that moment – with the smell of Blake's shampoo invading her senses while the girl's soft lips pressed against her own. It had only lasted for a split second, but Yang could still remember the sensation so vividly.
And, even though this rarely seemed to happen, the picture actually looked nearly as good as she imagined it. Blake's hand was lightly grasping the front of her shirt, while Yang's left arm hovered near the girl's waist, as if she were going to pull Blake closer at any second. Eyes closed, their lips were pressed together in a sweet kiss, not a greedy one.
Although…if Yang had known or even vaguely suspected that the kiss had been coming, things might have played out differently. Blake had caught her completely off guard - something that made Yang smile whenever she thought about it.
It was a great picture.
"Look at you; you're grinning like an idiot."
Yang instantly dropped the big grin as she ripped her attention away from the photo and back to the delighted model sitting in front of her.
"Can I keep this?" she asked, not waiting for an answer as she rolled it up and stuffed it into her own bag.
"Uh, sure, I guess you already are."
"Oh like you were going to keep it?" she replied with a laugh. "What were you planning on doing with this photo, Pyrrha? Nothing too weird, I hope."
Pyrrha scoffed, although a slight blush rose on her cheeks.
"I was going to keep it as a reminder of your betrayal."
Now it was Yang's turn to sputter in indignation. "Like you've never kept something a secret from me? Not that I was even keeping this a secret!"
"It should have been the first thing you brought up! And no, I have not keep a secret from you," Pyrrha emphatically replied, the answer making Yang raise her eyebrows in surprise.
"Really," she responded flatly, giving the redhead one last chance to admit before Yang called her out.
"Really."
"I can't believe Pyrrha Nikos just lied to me!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air while overplaying her dismay by a factor of ten.
"When have I ever kept a secret from you?"
"Oh…I don't know…how about that time you hooked up with a certain blonde talk show host at my birthday party?"
She paused while she watched Pyrrha turn a shade of red nearly matching her hair.
"I don't know what you're…"
"Oh just admit it, Pyrrha!" Yang cut the girl off with a grin. "I saw you two together, getting it on in my room - but you never told me about it."
Pyrrha tapped one finger softly against the table, clearly deep in thought over how to proceed now that the tables had been turned.
"Ok," she finally said. "You're right. I kept that a secret from you; and you failed to mention this kiss. I think the two of those should cancel out, yes?"
Yang laughed, nodding her head.
"Yeah, those cancel out."
"Good," Pyrrha replied happily as she finally set in on her meal. "She's very pretty, by the way."
Yang couldn't stop the idiot sized grin from returning to her face at the compliment.
"She's so much more than just pretty though…she's smart, funny, playful, serious….all at the same time. She doesn't care about fame…she makes fun of me more than a little bit…but I love every second of it."
"I don't think I've ever heard you gush about someone so much," Pyrrha observed.
"That's because I don't think I've ever liked someone so much," Yang responded honestly, narrowing her eyes slightly when she thought about the truth behind that statement.
"So…when do I get to meet her?"
"Uh…I'm not sure…a few weeks, maybe? She has to go out of town in a couple of days for work. We're going to grab dinner tomorrow night before she leaves…" Yang's voice trailed off when she noticed Pyrrha shaking her head.
"What?"
"Change your plans – you're having dinner tomorrow at my place instead."
"Uh…no we're not," Yang responded as if it were the most ludicrous idea in the world.
"Yes, you are."
"Why on earth would I agree to that?"
"Because - one, I'm your best friend and I want to meet this girl before you fall madly in love with her."
Yang couldn't help thinking that it might already be a little too late for that, but allowed Pyrrha to continue.
"And two, because you owe me."
Yang let out a loud laugh at that assumption.
"Owe you? What on earth do I owe you for?" she asked incredulously.
Pyrrha stared straight across the table at her, expression serious.
"Last summer – my show in Atlas."
"Oh."
Yang instantly stopped laughing, opting to smile apologetically instead.
"Yes 'oh'," Pyrrha repeated, not looking at all amused by the memory.
"Uh…so if I do this…then we're even, right?" Yang asked hopefully.
"Then we can discuss being even," Pyrrha replied with a small smirk. She knew that she had Yang exactly where she wanted her. And Yang knew that she did need to start making that unfortunate event up to Pyrrha, eventually…
"Ok…but! I'm not going to force her to come. If she says that she doesn't want to, then you can't say I didn't try, deal?"
"Absolutely," Pyrrha replied, thankfully being very reasonable when it came to the reasonable stipulations Yang added. "But…you have to call her right now – so that I can make sure you don't try to convince her out of coming."
Yang scrunched up her nose in disappointment. Of course Pyrrha knew her way too well to let her call Blake in private…
She slowly reached back into her bag and pulled out her phone, selecting Blake's contact information before lifting the device up to her ear.
"I don't like you, by the way," she hissed towards Pyrrha, sticking out her tongue like a child while the phone began ringing.
Pyrrha only laughed at her words, knowing that Yang was in no way being serious.
"Hello?"
Yang's heart nearly caught in her throat when Blake answered the phone. Something about hearing the girl's voice always ratcheted her pulse up several notches.
"Hey, Blake," she replied, feeling a smile creep onto her face even though she couldn't even see the girl on the other end of the line. "So I'm here having lunch with Pyrrha and she was…kind…enough to invite us both over for dinner at her place tomorrow night. I know that we had plans to go out, but if you're ok with it…we could do that, instead…"
She paused for a brief second before panic began to set in. It seemed way too early for Blake to be meeting her friends, after all.
"I mean, only if you want to! And are completely comfortable with it. You totally don't have to at all, so don't feel pressured or anything. It was actually just more of an idea than anything. I can totally blow her off, no problem."
The words flew like missiles from her mouth as she tried to undo whatever damage she might have caused with the suggestion in the first place.
"Yang."
She froze when she heard her name, ignoring the head shaking Pyrrha was aiming her way.
"Yeah?" she asked, voice nearly a whisper.
"I think it sounds like a great idea."
"You…you do?" she asked in dismay. Pyrrha grinned in pleasure when she heard Yang's aghast question, knowing that the conversation had just turned in her favor.
"Yes, it sounds like fun," Blake replied sincerely. "And…I'm sure that she'll have some great stories to tell me…"
Yang could practically hear Blake's smirk coming from the other side of the line.
"Ohh…no…I don't think she'll be doing that," Yang replied with a nervous laugh, shooting Pyrrha a glare that the model didn't understand. "But if it's really ok, then we'll go. I'll still come pick you up tomorrow night?"
"Yes, I'll see you then."
"See ya!" Yang replied happily, voice far more high pitched than normal. Pyrrha laughed at the same time Blake giggled at her before the call clicked off.
"So…what should I have made for dinner?" Pyrrha asked with a smile.
Yang gave a heavy sigh – resigning herself to her new fate.
"Whatever you'd like…she seems to really like fish though."