Shut up and Kiss Me
Anon prompt: “Could you do something really fluffy with Cheryl, where the reader is dared to kiss Cheryl at a party and starts to really like her?”
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: I’m always a slut for bisexual Cheryl Blossom, fr, fr.
The rules were simple, everyone had played spin the
bottle at some point in their lives. Be it at your first middle school party;
everyone gushing over how there’d be the possibility of you kissing your crush
or even getting your first kiss.
Or maybe you were like me, a freshman in Highschool, never been kissed and only scraping by with your friends who proudly wore the snarky label “Sad Breakfast Club” that Cheryl Blossom had given them one morning.
I had never been to a party, often choosing to sit curled up in me bedroom watching old Friends re-runs, but this time Veronica had practically dragged me along to Cheryl’s house party.
So, there I was, sitting across from Cheryl, the
bottle resting in the middle of the small circle we’d created.
Nerves felt like static electricity, shooting through me every time someone spun the bottle, I felt oddly happy that it never landed on me.