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[even if it shows star wars ep 7 i have not watched it so yeah no spoilers in here]
Rachel wore a skirt, stuffed some tissue in her foam bra again, and another one of Paul's ridiculously-big-on-her sweaters. It was bright cotton candy pink and smelled womanly. And by smelled womanly it smelled strongly of Paul's fancy french perfume. The one with the hard-to-pronounce name.

"It's... It's pink." Rachel blurted out, eyes wide with horror. "As much as I want to be a girl I don't want to look like a goddamn cotton candy!"

"It's the thickest one I've got!" Paul replied, a bit hurt that his sweater was picked on. "And it's cold outside," His voice was laced with care.

Rachel rolled her eyes and took off the sweater. "Global Warming's happenin' and it isn't as cold as before, Macca."

"Don't come crying to me when you freezed your butt off." Paul grumbled.

Rachel wore a long-sleeved shirt instead and her blue skirt and her vans. Paul looked casual but he still looked handsome. She envied him that he could look so attractive in just a few minutes.

Applying eyeliner, her mind wandered back to George. His warm brown eyes and his gorgeous (or should she say, Georgeous) cheekbones. She thought of his lips and wondered how did he kiss. Was it rough? Sweet? Soft? A bit shy?

Then John popped into her head. She just had to bloody press her lips on his jaw. She saw how his eyes went wide with disbelief and how he just frozed at that moment. Then, for a split second, he blushed. And Rachel thought he looked... cute when he blushed.

Bloody fucking hell no! She screamed in her head. No! No! Fucking hell no!

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While George was still busy admiring Rachel's outfit (especially the skirt part) John thought Paul looked dashing.

As always, he looked neat. His bangs were brushed to the side and his pants showed off his lovely bum. Fucking hell, he always looked dashing.

"You look nice. Red is definitely your color." John admitted.

Paul's lovely lips curled up in a smile. "You look good in black."

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John definitely looked good in black.

John definitely looked sexy in a black.

Rachel caught him staring at the man and shot him a lecherous little smirk before facing George.

Paul can't help it because hot damn, John looked good in a black shirt.

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They went in the cinema, George at far left, Rachel, Paul, then John. Since Star Wars episode 7 had been anticipated for years, the line was a bit long.

Halfway into the commercials, Rachel's hand moved to get some popcorn, nudging into George's hand in the process.

She looked up and George looked down (fucking height differences, amiright?) and their eyes met.

Rachel's eyes were the fucking prettiest eyes George saw. Deep, deep blue like an ocean. George wanted to drown in that ocean.

She never thought plain old brown eyes were so gorgeous. Rachel saw how calm and serene his eyes were. She saw herself in his eyes and her heart started pounding out of her chest.

The light from the huge screen framed her face. She looked mystically beautiful.

Rachel was the first to break it. She hurriedly popped a popcorn in her mouth and faced the screen. A blush formed in her cheeks. Thank god it was a bit dark.

George bit his bottom lip. His heart felt funny.

A good kind of funny.

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Paul almost squealed at the way George looked at her. And the way Rachel broke the gaze almost looking flustered, a blush forming in her cheeks.

"He is so smitten with her," John whispered in his ear, a smirk forming in his lips.

I'm smitten with you, Johnny. Paul pushed the thought away.

"Yeah, yeah she is." He mumbled absentmindedly.

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Midway into the movie, John decided to be cheesy as fuck.

He faked a yawn and wrapped an arm around Paul.

Paul blushed but complied, snuggling his head in the crook of John's neck as he watched the sci-fi movie.

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"How was it, Rach?" George asked the smaller girl, who shrugged in return.

"Eh. It was good, Gear." Rachel smiled at him. "Though, nothing beats the original episodes 3, 4 and 5."

"Well I'll say!" John butted in, an arm slung lazily around George. "Have you seen how awesome they--- mmmph!"

Rachel glared at him, her hand clasped firmly on John's mouth. "Fucking hell, you can't just say that John! You'll spoil em'!" She gestured to the long line of people.

John blinked and nodded. Then he licked Rachel's palm.

"Ewwww!" She shrieked, wiping her palm on anything.

"Ugh why??" Paul whined as Rachel wiped her hand on his sleeve. "Now I got John-germs on my favorite shirt!"

"It's not like I had bacteria in my mouth you bloody pussies." John rolled his eyes. "Unlike someone there..." His eyes flickered to Paul.

"What does that supposed to mean?" He raised an eyebrow. Then realization slapped him in the face. "You bloody git!"

"George this isn't funny!" Rachel pouted.

"You look so cute when you're angry," George laughed, making her blush and much more annoyed.

"S-Shut up you idiot..." She muttered under her breathe.

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After washing her hand free of John-germs in the lady's room, she glanced at her reflection.

"Why can't I just look like a normal girl?" She asked aloud in the bathroom. She sighed and fixed her hair.

"Who can't look like a girl?" A brunette's head popped out of a stall. She jumped.

"I-I erm... I'm transgender." She fidgeted with her shirt.

"Oh." The brunette nodded. "Well, as long as inside you're a girl. You're still a girl. Dick or not. Fake boobs or not. Still a girl." She smiled at her. She extended a hand. "I'm Maureen Cox, but call me Mo."

"I'm Rachel Starkey." She shook it, despite maybe Maureen hasn't washed her hand.

"You seem like a nice girl, Rach." She wiped her hands on the front of her jeans. "Wanna trade numbers?"

She grinned at her. "Sure."

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Yay Mo!

Also, the christmas gathering chapter is next :3 expect some more fluffiness from the Starrison pair

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Buh-bye,

~Grace

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