(New story! depressed egg main character with suicidial ideation for a TW. otherwise its gay and cute and poly! Enjoy!-Amy)
I wish I was dead. Not because I'm suicidal....well at least not today. But because of all people who could've been stuck in this position, I was the one who just had to go and lose a stupid bet. It should have been easy, win against my roommate in a two pyer Smash Brothers tournament but noooo, I had to be cocky and py with a character I wasn't familiar with. I never py as Captain Falcon! Or any guy characters for that matter but that's not the point! The point is that now I'm in a skirt, a blouse, kitten heels, and makeup. My name is Percy but my roommate is calling me Juliet for the remainder of the bet since she insisted on 'showing me off'...whatever that means. I chose the name myself mind you but, only because I absolutely adore Shakespeare. Leave it to a difficult to understand text to take me away from how I feel in my body.
"Juliet? you good? You've been staring into the void mumbling about being pretty for like 10 minutes?" Bel asked as I snapped out of my internal exposition. Leave it to me to have an internal soliloquy. My blush snapped me out of it. She was talking to me, addressing me as Juliet. Bel jolted me out of my flustered haze with a strong pinch to my arm.
"Ow! Yeah...I'm fine...just have a lot on my mind. I mean I'm not exactly happy with the outcome of the bet." I motioned to my body and she smirked wickedly.
"I can't say I'm too upset about the outcome myself, sweetheart." She said with a fiery confidence and mind melting tone. She was truly hypnotic as she caressed my cheek...ptonically...right? Yeah it had to be ptonic. I shivered at her touched and managed to squeak out a rebuttal.
"And tell me again why I have to go out with you like this?" I asked as I awkwardly adjusted my skirt and stepped away from the mirror. She'd already had to touch up my makeup from some unexpined stray tears. Tears which I will not be investigating the source of within my chaos brain. Bel walked towards me slowly. Baring her teeth and winking. Why does she have to tease me like this? Not that she doesn't regurly with the nicknames like "egg" and "dense princess" but this is so much more.
"Well pretty girl, its because you lost the bet fair and square. And we are not wasting all my hard work on a night in. We are going to a bar and you WILL try to enjoy yourself for once. That was the deal." she smirked as she touched up her lipstick before grabbing her purse. I stared at her in awe or jealousy and shook myself out of the thought. Jealousy? Why? I mean Bel is gorgeous but we are just friends. I can never really see myself in a retionship with anyone no matter how hard I try. I think maybe its just because I'm not the perfect guy for any girl yet. I mean a girl should have someone worth looking at. I guess if I looked like Bel, or how she made me up tonight....No. I will not let this beauty go to my head...Well at least not that much.
I groaned an angsty grumble as she grabbed my hand and lead me out the door into her car. I have no clue where the night will take me but I know I will be drinking enough that I'll hopefully calm down and forget this ever happened by tomorrow. But will all great Neptune's ocean wash this night. Clean from my memory?
