"You're very boring."
"Heey." You whined lowly in protest, your cheeks still pink from how much you've both been laughing, and you barely noticed her casually moving closer to you on the bed throughout the movie, but now she was pressed against your side with hers.
"It's not a bad thing," She quickly assured, and your pout turned into a small smile, "It's just...surprising."
"I have an interview at six tomorrow morning – why're you teasing me about being in bed by ten?" You chuckled, shaking your head, "I've gotta be up at three to get ready and be over there by five."
"How much do you pay your people to get up earlier than that to dress and make you all..." She waved a hand around your general person, "Pretty?"
"Not enough," You huffed a laugh and then you halfheartedly complained, "You don't think I'm pretty without makeup and fancy clothes and expensive jewelry? I'm hurt, Natalia, hurt."
There was a long pause, and you held your breath, thinking you said something wrong before she was speaking up again.
"Please," She scoffed, smiling, "You know you're gorgeous. You're told that every day. By millions on the internet and plenty in person."
"True," You agreed, feeling a weird tension come between you two before you added, "But they don't know how boring I am. It might damper the glamour."
"Doubtful. Just makes you more human."
Mini fridge emptied of anything alcohol based, you found yourselves running around the city in the middle of the night a couple of hours later. If anyone asked how this happened, you wouldn't be able to come up with a valid answer, but you didn't really care all that much. The night air pierced your lungs and nipped at your skin as the two of you made your way into a twenty-four hour little convenient spot, laughing at a raccoon's startled face outside like the tiny bandit was busted for rifling through the garbage in the dead of night.
You were suddenly much more awake as the clock ticked closer to one in the morning and the cashier eyed you both with an air of disturbance mixed with familiarity like they might recognize one or both of you from somewhere. You were used to getting that look, more the latter, from people and it would either result in you not being around long enough for them to realize, or they'd ask for a photo. Some would just 'secretly' record you on their phone, but you'd send them a look to let them know you knew, and everyone would comment under the video about them disturbing your privacy or acting like you're a zoo animal later when they posted it. For the most part. Usually, you didn't care all that much – it's become a normal of sorts.
"I'm starving."
You smiled in amusement, watching as the redhead put her hands flat against the glass of the frozen food fridge and resting the top of her head against it as she surveyed her options. Her eyes glistened in the fluorescent lighting as she scanned over the labels, deciding what she was more in the mood for. Her hair was mussed up from you guys rolling around on the bed, doubled over in laughter at whatever came out of your mouthholes, her clothes wrinkled, and her makeup worn off for the most part. But god. She looked so beautiful.
You internally scolded yourself, even when your heart skipped a beat the second she turned her head towards you, her lips quirked up into a smile and for a moment your heart stopped all together, thinking she knew what you just had on your mind.
"Should we get ice cream?"
"Yeah," Your voice cracked, so you quickly recovered by clearing your throat, "Yes. Sure," You stepped forward, coming closer to look over the flavors as your heart pounded in your chest, "Which, uh, what kind were you thinking?"
