#cady posting

[meangirlsautism]

MEAN GIRLS FORTNITE HEADCANONS

to preface this… realistically do i see any of the plastics playing fortnite? no. do i think it’s funny as hell though? yes. so i’m just going to pretend here, bear with me

in regards to any of the 2004 mean girls characters, i say they wouldn't play. since obv fortnite wasn’t out yet, but i also think that they, esp the plastics, would think they’re too cool for it

2018 / broadway versions though…

made this all the way back in 2019. don’t remember the context at all. but yeah. it fits. broadway janis would play fortnite, sure

broadway plastics MIGHT play it too. since if regina plays the sims just to create people and kill them? sure, she can play fortnite too, why not. and ofc gretchen and karen would play along w/ her. and like.. pretty sure fortnite was still pretty hot in 2018 so. yeah! hell yeah!

the 2024 versions… began to think abt these headcanons BC of the 2024 versions. they originated the idea i guess. even if i more realistically see the broadway versions playing it? well. no. bc the bway plastics r still the popular mean girls. the 2024 guys felt like.. a different breed of popular mean girl. hence why i see them playing fortnite. i suppose? man i don’t know don’t look at me

WHATEVER . just pretend they’d play the game ok. with that out of the way:

regina

such an asshole

def loves snipers and shotguns.. probably the heftier guns

even though she’s rly good at using them all / typically has no preference

but if there’s a sniper or shotgun… she WILL be taking it

i know the current season doesn’t have snipers, i’ll just talk abt the guns in a broad sense i suppose

i could go more in depth as to which guns of each category they’d like but. i’ll only do so if asked i guess (i only started playing in august of 2023. so chapter 4 season 4. meaning i have very limited knowledge on different guns and such)

ANYWHO. she’s such an asshole in this game

will absolutely chase you down if you choose to run

(you wont get far)

and she’s like… such a dick w/ the sniper as well

a pretty decent player. is not humble whatsoever

def buys shit. mainly skins and such

she likes some of the icon emotes, but isn’t absolutely crazy abt them

doesn’t get to level 200 just to get everything in the battlepass. she does it to show off and brag

despite that, she probably still buys the battlepass. bc she can

very good aim!

def a toxic gamer. she gets mad a lot

gretchen

trying her best

mainly there bc regina is playing it and wants the plastics all to play w/ her

is a normal person and likes like. assault rifles and such

def the guns w/ the medium bullets

maybe a tactical assault rifle if she feels like it

isn’t insanely picky though

right in the middle.. not too heavy not too light

not the greatest player

once again, she’s trying her best

regina often berates her over the stuff she should’ve done differently

HATES being the last one alive on her team

if regina and karen (and sometimes cady) are down, she FREAKS out

(doesn’t happen much, but it happens)

she haaaates the pressure of it

esp when regina is just gonna get mad at her when she fails

HOWEVER she does get good kills every once in a while

regina compliments her on it, and gretchen feels like all the times she’s fucked up was worth it

(it’s not)

but regardless, it puts her in a good mood

absolutely LOVES the emotes i think

especially the icon emotes

def does the synced emotes w/ karen a ton

(to regina’s annoyance) (she’s just trying to play the game)

gets the battlepass bc everyone else is doing it

tries to get everything she can

mediocre aim, once again, she is trying

karen

carries

im dead serious

saw someone recently say that she’d be surprisingly GOOD at the game and like… you know what? you’re right

but unlike regina, she is very humble abt it

it fits her character i think. plus the thought of the “dumb” character actually WRECKING others in an online shooter video game is soooo funny to me

so yes, she carries

LOOOOVES THE EMOTES

absolutely one of her favorite things about the game

she WILL emote any chance she gets

she’s not trying to be rude, she just loves making her character do silly dances

karen: [emotes after killing a whole team]

gretchen: karen… that’s not—

karen: what?

gretchen: that’s not nice

karen: but i’m happy :)

gretchen: i know… that’s just— no…

on the other hand, regina emotes (IF she even emotes) to be malicious 100%

anyway. likes the lighter weapons. w/ the light bullets and such

like pistols and smgs

thinks the characters are cute and fun

enjoys leveling up the battlepass and getting everything

shockingly good aim

cady

debated on whether she’d be rly good or rly bad

and i think she’d be rly bad😭

but like… endearingly bad

maybe after a while of adapting and playing and shit she gets better

but at the beginning… she sucks so bad

and yet regina INSISTS on letting her play w/ them

makes gretchen a bit… sad

since gretchen is constantly being called out by regina whenever she messes up, but when CADY does something bad, regina is usually silent. or says something mildly encouraging

has absolutely no idea what’s going on

like. regina gretchen and karen could be engaging w/ a team and cady will just be like :)? what? where are they?

they are right in front of you

her aim is pretty much nonexistent

at the beginning at least

after a bit, i DO see her getting a lot better

but at the beginning? she is ASS

maybe janis and damian help her out a bit

doesn’t rly? care about the skins or emotes much

think the animal skins are cute though

however. she still has a bunch of shit bc regina buys stuff for her

cady: oh.. that skin / emote looks cute—

regina, already getting out her wallet: done

cady: what? oh, i didn’t mean—

regina: done

and she gifts it to cady

also gifts her the battlepass probably

even if cady does jack shit with it

she’s just there to have fun, so the leveling up and getting the stuff doesn’t rly mean much to her

and then she’s like… conditioned to do this shit. probably by janis

she plays w/ the plastics one day and suddenly she’s like… good

and has a bunch of new shit and like 😭😭😭😭 HUH

not as great as, say, regina or karen, but. she’s still pretty decent

unsure what guns she’d like, probably no preference

probably goes w/ a certain gun depending on who she’s playing with LMAO

janis

likes to say she’s REALLY good but really she’s just.. good. you know

she plays a lot though

likes getting the cool looking skins and such

def gets the battlepass i feel

also gets to level 200. also to show off. but to get everything too (even if she doesn’t admit it)

ALSO likes snipers and shotguns.. bc she’s an asshole

and she’s also pretty decent w/ them

her aim is okay, not the best, but its playable

doesn’t rly care abt the emotes. ESP not the icon emotes

thinks they’re cheesy or whatever

def gets the dumb, goofy ones though

like. the ones that arent dances probably

plays with cady and damian

likes to try and teach cady her ways (she is a toxic gamer)

gets angry real easily. esp when players use the seasons obligatory unfair item for like 10th time

MAYBE emotes after she gets a good play

and it’d be one of those emotes that REALLY piss you off if someone were to use it against you

damian

LOOOOOVES the emotes. like so much

ESP the icon ones

probably better than janis. and janis knows this. but neither of them say anything

(he is a good friend)

unsure what guns hed prefer tbh…

i think he’d like shotguns. and maybe like ? pistols and smgs and such

is def more help to cady than janis

he translates janis’ toxicity into like.. actual terms for cady

and cady just goes like. ohhhhhh

every single time it happens

don’t have much to say abt aaron and kevin sorry aaron and kevin. however. kevin has def played fortnite since it came out in 2017 for sure. its basically canon. aaron probably wouldn’t gaf much but for cady and regina… maybe he’ll play a bit. he IS a teenage boy so ,.. maybe he plays it? but i think he doesn't rly care for video games that much

may add more onto this... since i only wrote these out like 2 days ago. we shall see

[gretchenmypatheticmeowmeow]

So for my first post for this account i thought I’d make some fun fake tweets for the mean girls group, hope you guys like them :3

[sammrapp]

R.GEORGE

THE CRUSH

After a year of balancing my two friendships with the Plastics (Regina, Gretchen, Karen and Cady.) And the art freaks, (Janis and Damien) along with my crush about Regina that only Janice, Damien and cady know about; i get a call from Regina one night, her voice sharp and low as she insists I stay over the night at her place. After packing a bag she picks me up in her pink jeep from my place.

The engine hums low as Regina drives, her nails tapping the steering wheel like a ticking clock. The pink Jeep glows under streetlights, cutting through the night like a secret. She hasn’t said much since I climbed in, only offered a quick “seatbelt” and the barest glance in my direction. Her sunglasses are on.. in the darkening evening. That’s how I know something’s wrong.

I study her profile in the half-dark—sharp jaw with that unreadable expression she wears like armor. I want to ask if she’s okay. I want to ask a hundred things. But I know better. Regina George doesn’t do vulnerable, not unless the dam’s already cracked.

The drive to her house feels longer than usual, like the silence is stretching out just to mess with me.

When we pull into her driveway, she doesn’t wait for me to follow. Just strides to the door and unlocks it with the kind of practiced motion that says she’s done this a million times—only this time, she waits for me before stepping inside. That’s not normal.

The house is quiet. Too quiet. Her mom’s usually blasting some early-2000s throwback and offering us mocktails in martini glasses. Tonight? Nothing.

Regina drops her keys on the counter, turns to me, and says, flatly, “You’re staying in my room. No guest room crap.”

I nod, unsure if this is a punishment or a privilege.

Inside her room, it’s like stepping into a dream I’ve had too many times. Pink lighting, perfume still lingering in the air, her mirror cluttered with high-end chaos. She drops onto the bed, still in her boots, and stares at the ceiling like it personally offended her.

“I broke up with Aaron,” she says suddenly.

My breath catches. Before i quick add to cover it up, “What happened?”

She shrugs, but her voice wavers. “He said I was too much. Too intense. That I didn’t let him in.”

A pause. Then she speaks again, “Maybe he’s right.”

I sit beside her slowly, careful not to move too close. “Regina, you scare the hell out of people. That’s your thing. But... that doesn’t mean you’re not worth letting in.”

She turns to look at me then. Really look at me. Her eyes scan my face like they’re searching for something—cracks in the façade, maybe. But I’ve never hidden from her. Despite keeping my crush for her a secret, I never hid my sincerity.

“Everyone wants something from me,” she says, voice lower now, more real. “But you—you’re the only one who’s never tried to beat me or worship me.”

I swallow, heart pounding as i wonder if ive been caught. “That’s because I—”

She cuts me off, eyes narrowing. “Don’t. Not yet.”

I furrow my eyebrows at her, feeling both shocked and confused as I slowly speak out, "What do you mean?"

Regina’s gaze doesn’t leave mine, even as the room feels suddenly too quiet again, like the air is bracing for something. Her voice is softer now, more hesitant than I’ve ever heard it.

“I mean,” she begins, and then swallows hard. “I mean that I don’t know what to do with you.”

That stings—just enough for me to flinch, but I try to keep my face neutral.

She sees it. She knows.

“No—I didn’t mean it like that,” she says quickly, sitting up a little straighter, her voice urgent now. “I mean, you make me feel... different. Not weak, just... like I don’t have to play defense all the time. You see through all my crap, and you don’t run. And that scares the hell out of me, but it also—”

BRRRRZZZ. BRRRRZZZ.

Her phone buzzes violently on the nightstand. Regina closes her eyes, jaw tight.

The name AARON flashes on the screen.

She reaches over, pressing the decline button and just breathes out a sharp sigh and keeps talking.

“It also makes me think there’s something I’ve been ignoring—something I’ve been too scared to say. And maybe it’s too late or maybe it’ll ruin everything, but I—”

BRRRRZZZ. BRRRRZZZ.

She grabs the phone this time, thumbs hovering like she might throw it across the room. She answers it instead, her voice a low growl.

“What?”

I can only hear muffled yelling on the other end. Aaron. His voice sharp, demanding.

“No,” she snaps. “You don’t get to call me ten times in a row and pretend you care now. You said what you said. You broke it. You don’t get to show up at the end of the movie like some romantic hero trying to rewrite the script.”

Another muffled yell. She stands now, pacing.

“I told you I was done. I’m not doing this tonight. Or ever again. Go wallow in your mediocrity somewhere else.”

She hangs up mid-sentence and stares at the screen like it personally offended her. When it lights up with another incoming call—AARON again—she finally loses it.

“Jesus Christ!” she mutters, hits decline, and powers the whole thing off. The silence that follows is immediate and full.

She turns back to me slowly, and the flash of rage is gone, replaced with something quieter. Tired, raw.

“I’m sorry,” she says, her voice cracking ever so slightly. “I didn’t want tonight to be about him. He always makes everything about him.”

She walks back over and sits beside me again, this time closer. Our knees almost touch. Her voice drops low, like if she says it too loud, it might vanish.

“I was trying to say... I think I like you. And not the way I liked Aaron. Not convenient-like or show-off-like. I mean the kind where you’re stuck in my head all the time. The kind where I catch myself looking for you in every room. And when I saw you texting Janis the other day, I got jealous, which is pathetic, I know, but I did.”

I can barely breathe.

“And when I called you tonight, I didn’t know how to ask. I just knew I needed you here. Not Karen. Not Gretchen. Not Cady. You.”

Her eyes flicker down, like she’s afraid of what she’s just let slip.

“Say something,” she murmurs, barely above a whisper.

I can feel the moment teetering—like it could collapse or bloom, depending on the next word.

The air between us is alive yet tense, humming with something too big for words. I look at her, really look at her, and it’s like my heart’s trying to break out of my ribs. And im terrified she can hear it too.

Her eyes won’t quite meet mine now, like saying all of that stripped her bare, and she’s suddenly unsure if she should’ve handed me the pieces.

Slowly, I reach for her hand where it rests between us, interlockingour fingers together gently. I don’t grab it roughly, I don’t force anything.

“I’m glad you called me,” I say softly. “Even if you didn’t know why yet.”

She glances up, cautious. But she doesn’t pull away.

“I’ve had this stupid, hopeless crush on you for almost a year,” I admit, heart pounding. “Janis told me it was dangerous. Damien told me to write it out of my system. Cady just said... be careful.”

A breathless laugh slips from her, sharp and small. “Sounds about right.”

“But none of them really got it. Because it was never about you being Regina George, Queen Bee, legend, the one everyone is scared of. It was about... you. The real you.”

Her eyes snap to mine now, really locking in.

“The girl who steals my fries when she says she’s not hungry. The girl who pretends she’s not listening but always remembers the tiniest thing I say. The girl who drove across town in the middle of the night just because she didn’t want to be alone.”

She stares at me like she’s bracing for impact. Like she doesn’t know what happens now.

I move my hand, just a little. Giving a gentle squeeze of reassurance. Her breath hitches.

“You don’t scare me, Regina.”

And then, finally, she moves—turns her palm so it fits into mine, fingers threading like they’ve been waiting to find their match.

For a second, neither of us says anything. There’s just her lamp casting everything in rose-gold glow, and the sound of our breathing, shallow and syncopated.

“God,” she says quietly, “this is terrifying.”

“Yeah,” I whisper. “But not in a bad way.”

Regina leans in just a bit, slow and unsure. Her forehead brushes mine, her breath soft against my skin.

“I don’t want to screw this up,” she murmurs. “I’ve never done this... honestly. Not with anyone.”

I close my eyes, leaning into the space between us.

“Then don’t,” I whisper. “We don’t have to rush. We just... start here.”

A loud thump in my chest.

And then she kisses me—not dramatically, not possessively, but slow, like she’s tasting something she’s only ever imagined before. Like she’s trying to memorize it.

When we finally break apart, her eyes are glassy but steady.

“I’m turning my phone off every time I’m with you,” she says, voice low.

Regina doesn’t move away after the kiss. She stays close, her forehead resting against mine, our breaths syncing like we’ve somehow tuned into the same frequency. Her hand is still in mine, but her thumb starts brushing slowly across the back of it—like she needs that small motion to keep her grounded. To keep this real.

“I’ve wanted to do that,” she whispers, her voice low, almost fragile. “Since—God, I don’t even know when. That night at the bonfire, when you gave me your hoodie... I think that was it. I couldn’t stop thinking about you after that.”

I laugh softly. “You kept it for two weeks.”

“You smelled like lavender and anxiety,” she smirks. “It was weirdly comforting.”

She leans in again—not rushed, not hungry, just... closer. Her nose brushes mine as her other hand comes up, fingertips ghosting over my jaw, my cheekbone. She studies me like I’m a secret she’s finally allowed to learn.

When she kisses me again, it’s deeper. Slower. Like she’s letting herself fall, inch by inch, testing the water before jumping in. Her lips move against mine with an unspoken question in every tilt and pause. I answer with the way I touch her arm, the way my fingers gently slide up to tangle in the ends of her hair.

The kiss softens again before it ends—trails off slowly. She pulls back just slightly, enough to look at me.

Her voice is barely above a whisper. “Can you stay close tonight? I mean—actually close.”

My heart swells.

“I wasn’t planning on leaving,” I murmur.

She exhales in relief, and then shifts, pulling the covers back. We both crawl in, limbs careful and quiet. Her bed smells like expensive fabric softener and that perfume she always wears—vanilla, sharp florals, something uniquely her.

Regina lies on her side, facing me, her eyes softer than I’ve ever seen them. No walls, no games.

I reach out and brush a strand of hair from her face.

“You can sleep,” I tell her gently.

“I don’t want to yet,” she whispers. “Not when you’re finally here like this.”

She edges closer, her hand resting lightly against my chest. Our legs tangle under the sheets. For a long time, we just lie like that—quiet, warm, touching in all the ways that say I’m here, I see you, I’m not going anywhere.

And eventually, with her body pressed into mine, her breath steady and safe against my collarbone, Regina George—sharp-tongued, impossible, infamously untouchable—falls asleep wrapped in the quiet safety of me.

And I hold her like she’s the most precious secret I’ve ever been trusted with.

PART TWO HERE

[cuckooclocktopus]

sorry for the damian erasure but this is all so canon to me

[modernsapphicism]

based on this post

[ravenncouture]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Karen Smith ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

[mythicalstr]

Rai <3 I hope it looks like him bc atp i cannot tell his shirts from like ch 289

[lesbianreginageorgeisreal]

[june-rambles]

who introduced them to tumblr?

[honeymilkmars]

I refuse to believe Cady is straight cause why tf was she imagining Regina unbuttoning her shirt😭

[rrainverse]

this meme

[dreaming-in-daylight]

ON OCTOBER THIRD HE ASKED ME WHAT DAY IT WAS

[gretchenmypatheticmeowmeow]

Back at it again with more fake tweets!! Hope yall enjoy!!!

[sammrapp]

R.GEORGE

THE CRUSH 2

part one here

Two weeks later, Regina’s fingers brush mine under the lunch table for half a second—just enough to send a chill up my spine—before she leans back, eyes half-lidded, and throws her attention toward Gretchen’s dramatic retelling of a breakup that, apparently, lasted 11 hours.

“Tragic,” Regina drawls, sipping from her iced coffee. “He probably left when he realized your love language is ‘texting forty-seven times in a row.’”

Everyone laughs. Gretchen scowls, but even she knows Regina’s claws are part of the deal.

Across the table, Cady glances at me—just a flick of the eyes. She knows. Janis and Damien, too. But no one else does, and that’s how Regina wants it.

I agreed, just happy I get to be with her now.

When she’s in front of the Plastics, Regina is Regina—flippant, razor-edged, untouchable. But when it’s just us... it’s different. She’s different.

After school when we meet behind the gym she grabs my wrist and yanks me around the corner, the click of her heels fast and intentional. The moment we’re out of sight, she presses me against the brick wall and kisses me hard, like she’s been holding her breath all day.

I laugh against her lips. “Hi to you, too.”

“Do you have any idea how boring Karen is?” she mutters, dragging her fingers under the hem of my shirt like she’s checking if I’m still real. “I had to sit through her ten-minute monologue about glitter lotion.”

I grin. “And this is my reward for your suffering?”

Her lips curl into a half-smile. “Obviously.”

She kisses me again, slower this time, and when she pulls back, she just rests her forehead against mine for a second.

“This is my favorite part of the day,” she whispers.

“Mine too.”

At school, later that week, it’s the middle of chemistry, and Regina’s sitting on the lab table infront of mine. She doesn’t look at me—not directly. But her foot taps mine under the desk. Tap-tap-pause. Tap. Our secret code. I glance up, and her eyes flick to the hallway for half a second.

Got it.

When the bell rings, I’m “going to the janitor's closet.”

She’s already waiting in the janitor’s closet at the end of the hall, arms crossed, expression blank until she sees me. Then she lets out a breath and pulls me into her. It’s dark, barely enough light to see her smirk.

“You were almost late,” she says.

“I live dangerously.”

Regina rolls her eyes and kisses me like I’m the only real thing in the world. But even here, hidden away, she still keeps one hand by the door. Always ready to pull back, to shield, to pretend this isn’t happening if someone finds us.

---

With the group, later that night we’re all in Karen’s basement watching some trashy horror movie. Regina sits on the opposite couch, wedged between Gretchen and Cady, tossing popcorn at the screen like she’s too cool to care.

She doesn’t look at me.

Not once.

But when Gretchen gets up to go to the bathroom, I see it—Regina’s hand slides into her bag. A text vibrates on my phone seconds later.

REGINA: “Kitchen. Two minutes.”

I wait three, just to keep the illusion.

She’s already there when I walk in, leaning against the counter, backlit by the fridge light. Her arms are crossed as soon as she sees me, but not like she’s mad—more like she’s bracing herself. For me. For this.

“Three minutes,” she says. “You trying to get me caught?”

“I like to keep things spicy,” I tease, stepping closer.

Her mouth twitches into something between a smirk and a sigh, and she uncrosses her arms just enough to hook two fingers through my belt loop. She pulls me toward her like it’s second nature.

I land soft against her, our hips just brushing, the quiet hum of the fridge the only sound between us. Her eyes scan my face with that same sharp focus she usually saves for opponents—not lovers. Like she’s still trying to figure out what I am to her.

“I hate this,” she mutters.

I blink. “What, this?” I gesture vaguely to the space between us. “Or the janitor closets and midnight kitchen rendezvous?”

“No,” she says, eyes flicking away like it hurts to admit it. “I hate hiding you.”

That stills me.

“I thought you liked it this way,” I say gently. “Safe. Controlled. Plastic-approved.”

“I did,” she says, her voice quieter now. “But today, when Karen called me ‘single’ during lunch, and you didn’t even flinch... it made me want to scream.”

I step even closer, hands finding her waist, grounding her.

“I flinched,” I whisper. “Just on the inside.”

She lets out a breath that sounds like it’s been stuck in her chest all day. “I don’t know how to be this and that at the same time.”

“You don’t have to figure it out right now.”

Regina looks up at me. “But what if I never do? What if I can only be real when we’re alone?”

“Then we keep stealing kitchen and janitor closets,” I murmur, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “And I keep waiting. Until you’re ready to make this public.”

She leans forward, pressing her forehead to mine. “I don’t deserve you.”

I kiss the corner of her mouth. “You do.”

The kiss she gives me then is slower—quieter than usual. No rush. No heat. Just two mouths, softly meeting like a secret they want to savor.

But just as we fall into it, the sound of footsteps overhead makes us freeze.

Regina pulls back first, straightens her shirt, wipes her lips with the back of her hand like muscle memory. When I step back, the space between us suddenly feels so much colder.

She’s slipping into her mask again. I see it happen. The walls come back up like an instinct.

Regina stands there for a second—still, guarded, perfect. I almost reach for her hand, but I know better. She’s already stepped back into Regina George mode, where affection is ammunition and softness is saved for shadows.

She opens the fridge—not because she needs anything, but because pretending to look for something gives her exactly 30 seconds to reset. The glow outlines her sharp features, casting her in light and cold all at once.

“I should get back,” she says, voice flat, fingers curling around a bottle of water like it’s armor.

I nod, slow. “Yeah. Me too.”

But neither of us moves.

Then, just before she turns to leave, she says quietly, “Don’t text me tonight. I’ll call you.”

I know what that means. She needs to choose the terms. Stay in control. Stay untouchable… even if it hurts her.

“Okay,” I say. “I’ll wait.”

She nods once, sharp and quick, and disappears back into the basement.

Later that night, I lie in bed with my phone on my chest, screen glowing in the dark. It’s almost midnight when it finally rings.

Her name lights up.

I answer before the second buzz.

“I’m sorry,” she says before I can speak. Her voice is small—Regina George doesn't do small. “I didn’t want to leave like that. I just… I didn’t want anyone to see it on my face.”

“What?”

“That I’m in love with you.”

The words hit me like the air’s been pulled from the room. My mouth opens, then closes again. She’s never said anything close to that before. Not even when we’re alone.

“…Say it again,” I whisper.

“I’m in love with you,” she repeats, slower this time. “And I hate that I can’t just scream it like Karen screams about lip gloss.”

I close my eyes. My chest aches with how much I want to hold her. “Then let’s do it your way. Once were both ready. Dont feel the need to rush, im not going anywhere, my love.”

There’s silence on the line. But it’s not the bad kind. It’s the kind where someone’s choosing to stay. Regina breathes out softly before speaking again.

There’s silence on the line. But it’s the kind that feels full—not empty. Like she’s sorting through every sharp, tender thought she’s ever had and trying to decide which ones she’s brave enough to say out loud.

Then she exhales, quiet but shaky. “Are your parents home?”

I blink at the ceiling, heart skipping. “No. They’re gone for the weekend.”

Another pause. Then:

“Can I come over?”

My voice is barely a whisper. “Yes.”

---

Twenty minutes later, there’s a soft knock at the back door.

I open it and there she is—hoodie pulled up, makeup wiped off, clutching her phone and a small overnight bag like she’s unsure if this counts as running away or running toward something.

She steps inside wordlessly, and I lock the door behind her. We just stand there for a second in the dim light of the kitchen. Her eyes scan my face like she’s trying to memorize me all over again.

Then she says, “Hi.”

I smile. “Hi.”

Regina sets her bag down and walks straight into my arms like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like she didn’t just spend all day pretending I’m invisible. Like this—us—is the only thing that makes sense.

She holds on tight, face pressed to my neck. I feel her breath warm against my skin.

“I needed to see you without having to hide.”

“You are always welcome here,” I whisper. “No pretending. No masks.”

She nods, and I feel it more than see it.

---

Later, we’re curled up in my bed. Her legs tangled with mine, hoodie exchanged for one of my old T-shirts. She smells like vanilla shampoo and something warmer—something that’s just her.

We’re facing each other in the dark, a single lamp casting soft light over the room. Her hand traces the shape of my collarbone like it’s an act of reverence.

“I feel like I’m living two lives,” she murmurs. “One where I’m Regina George, and one where I’m... yours.”

“You can be both,” I say gently. “They’re not at war with each other. They just haven’t met yet.”

She gives a small, amused huff. “God, you sound like a therapist.”

“You love it.”

She leans in, nose brushing mine. “Yeah. I do.”

We kiss slowly. No rush. No hidden door or countdown clock. Just warmth and softness and the safety of being seen.

---

Sometime around 2 a.m., I wake up and find her still awake, lying on her back, eyes on the ceiling.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask sleepily.

She glances at me, and for once, she doesn’t lie.

“I’m thinking about what it’ll feel like when I stop hiding. When I walk into school and hold your hand, and don’t give a single damn who’s watching.”

My heart catches. “You want that?”

“I’m not ready yet,” she says honestly. “But I’m starting to want it more than I’m afraid of it.”

I reach for her hand under the blanket, interlace our fingers. “Then when that day comes, I’ll be right there. Hand out. Waiting.”

She squeezes once. “You always are.”

---

In the morning, she’s the first to wake up. I find her sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at a photo on my dresser—one of me and my family at the beach. The real kind of smiling. The kind she almost never does.

When she hears me stir, she doesn’t turn around right away. Just says, “I want to be brave.”

“You already are,” I murmur.

She looks over her shoulder, eyes softer than I’ve ever seen them. “Will you help me keep being brave?”

I get up, walk over, wrap my arms around her from behind. “Always.”

---

Back at school that Monday, she doesn’t hold my hand.

Not yet.

But when Gretchen calls her “single” again in passing, Regina doesn’t let it slide.

Instead, she glances at me across the table, smirks, and says,

“Who said I’m single?”

Gretchen freezes mid-bite. “Wait, what?”

Regina just sips her iced coffee like it’s nothing. “I’m just saying. Maybe there’s more going on than you think.”

And under the table, her foot finds mine again.

Tap-tap-pause. Tap.

But this time?

She doesn’t look away.

[frogs00]

Cady: Do you ever feel bugs on you when really there's nothing there?

Janis: Those are the ghosts of the bugs you killed before.

Cady: ...

Cady starts sobbing

Regina: You fucking scared them, you idiot!

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