#stemilyweekday2

[emilyjunk]

StemilyWeek Day 2 - Love Triangle

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Stacie doesn’t know the moment she developed feelings, she only knows the moment she realized she had them. It’s the moment she was able to look back on all the times her heart flipped when Emily smiled at her and how she sometimes got a swooping feeling behind her ribcage when Emily was around and think oh… I like her. That’s different.

It was at the underground battle at that creepy goose guy’s house. The whole thing was over and everyone was kind of milling around, dancing and drinking, pretty much exactly Stacie’s scene. She’d been eyeing this total beefcake from the Green Bay Packers when she’d received an SOS text from Ashley because Chloe was wasted and doing that thing where she kept trying to take her clothes off.

Stacie supports that, but even she knows there’s a time and a place and Stripper Drunk Chloe would probably regret showing her tits to DSM in the morning. Stacie just knows it.

Plus, Stripper Drunk Chloe alway turns into Crying Drunk Chloe so the volume on that party goes from hero to zero pretty damn fast.

She shoots Green Bay Packers dude a wink because maybe she’ll be back, maybe she won’t, but it’s always best to leave them wondering, and heads to find her girls.

When she finds them, turns out Stacie had completely missed Stripper Drunk Chloe because Chloe’s looking around with wide eyes, her face red and blotchy, and it’s exactly the beginning of Crying Drunk Chloe coming out like clockwork.

Crying Drunk Chloe is a lot more prominent this year, and Stacie’s sure that means something, but she’s also sure it’s Chloe’s shit to sort out.

Ashley’s kind of giving her a panicked look because she’s not too great at Crying Drunk Chloe because Stripper Drunk Chloe is her territory. Stacie’s not that great at Stripper Drunk Chloe because she’s a bad influence, so this is their routine.

“Chloe, honey, your tits are falling out.”

Chloe looks down with watery eyes and pulls her shirt a little higher over her boobs.

“I can’t believe… we lost another riff-off. We never win the riff-offs.” Her voice is thick and Stacie frowns. “I can’t graduate until we win a riff-off.”

“Chloe…” Ashley murmurs. “We’re graduating this year, remember?”

“Not until we win a riff-off! I deserve this. Ask for a rematch? Where’s Beca? Tell her we can’t graduate until we win a riff-off.”

Stacie hums. “Beca’s a little busy, Chlo, but we’ll tell her tomorrow, okay?”

“Where is she? She’s always gone.” Chloe narrows her eyes up at them, a shine of blue barely visible under the teary red. “She has a secret, I know it.”

“Chloe -”

“Where’s Beca?”

Ashley huffs, impatient. “We don’t know, Chloe. But here, drink some water.”

Chloe shakes her head. “I need to talk to Beca.”

“Beca?” Suddenly Emily’s there, and Stacie scoots over in their little circle to make room. She thinks Emily’s pretty ballsy, showing her face in front of this over-emotional Chloe after Chloe just ripped her a new one for doing an original song in the riff-off.

Which Stacie thinks was a little overdramatic. The song was pretty good.

“I know where Beca is,” Emily says.

“You do?” Chloe’s gaze gloms onto Emily like a lifeline.

“Yeah,” Emily says, either ignoring the frantic headshake Ashley’s giving her or maybe she’s just completely oblivious. She crouches down in front of Chloe, her dress riding up, and her ass is like, almost visible to the world and she doesn’t care. She rests her hands on Chloe’s knees. “Want me to show you?”

Chloe nods, her eyes narrowed. “Yes. Is it okay if I’m still annoyed with you?”

“Chloe,” Ashley admonishes, but Emily just laughs.

“Yeah, that’s okay.” She smiles and helps Chloe up. She makes eye contact with Stacie for the briefest moment, and she seems so confident and beautiful. Her hair catches the ceiling lights and she crinkles her nose at Stacie’s look of concern, raising her eyebrows as if to say I got this.

There’s that swooping feeling under her ribcage again, like her insides are being shaken in a blender.

It’s then that Stacie realizes it.

Oh. I think I like her.

So that’s new.

//

Stacie has always kind of existed on three levels when it comes to relationships.

Physical is the most obvious. That’s kind of where she lives. It’s easy to her, like breathing, really, just listening to what her body wants when it’s with someone else.

The second is logical. Her body and her brain have an understanding you might say. Her brain lets her body do what it wants with whoever it wants without overcomplicating it, and her body knows when to pull back, when her brain is saying stop this is a bad idea.

Because Stacie is a very logical person. And despite her body’s love of being physical with someone, she’s really good at reading how people will react. She can tell just by looking at someone if they’re the kind of person to get too attached, the kind of person to complicate things, the kind of person Stacie would crush if she isn’t careful. And she’s not a heartless monster who just uses everyone for sex. She knows where to draw a line.

Her brain and her body have an understanding.

It’s the third level that kind of throws it all off.

Emotional. Stacie isn’t as familiar with this level of relationships.

Sure, she’s not some walking cliché like Beca Mitchell, with her sarcastic demeanor and tattoos and piercings that put up some metaphorical wall that’s hard to break through.

Stacie just doesn’t… click with people like that. It’s the logical part in her brain and she knows it. She could be enjoying having sex with someone and think they’re cute and smart and funny and then this logical part in her brain starts speaking.

He’ll take time away from your classes and the Bellas. You’re already really busy.

Then you can’t have sex with that cute soccer player again and she was so fun.

Relationships are so much effort and you don’t need some boy texting you constantly checking in on you.

This is how it always goes. And she’s been called a heartbreaker, a slut, a bitch, a tease. Because she never wants to commit. She’s not heartless, though. It’s exactly because she cares that she never gets into it with people. She knows she can’t give them what they’re looking for.

That’s just how she is.

She’s always been sure one day she’ll find someone who changes all that.

She just didn’t think it’d be so soon, and she didn’t think that person would be Emily Junk.

//

The problem is Emily likes that walking cliché, Beca Mitchell.

But Beca Mitchell still has her puppy dog Treble boyfriend. And is also probably into Chloe. Who is into Beca and also Aubrey, who is into work and also Stacie. Who is into sex, school, and fine, Emily Junk.

What she’s not into is pining after someone who isn’t into her.

Literally nothing has ever been less her style.

So why won’t her stupid brain stop obsessing?

Everything is complicated and Stacie isn’t about it.

So Stacie does what she does best:

Finds someone else to sleep with.

//

“You know, we said we wouldn’t do this again after last time.”

Chloe’s mouth is attached to Stacie’s neck and that’s one of the things Stacie loves most about Chloe… she’s such a good multitasker.

“We said that the last twenty times, Chlo.”

“I know,” Chloe laughs.

At least with Chloe it’s uncomplicated. They know where they stand. Friends. Sex. Bellas. Each identity strictly what it is, no overlap. Out there, they’re friends. On stage, they’re Bellas. In bed, they’re just two girls having a good time.

Like she said, uncomplicated.

//

Emily’s like, totally oblivious and adorable.

Stacie hates her.

By that, she means she’s obsessed with her.

With her stupid cute collared shirts and sweater vests, with her easy smile, with her crinkly eyes, the way her voice crawls under Stacie’s skin, deep and resonant until it drives her nuts.

“I love your jeans,” Emily smiles at her.

“You look so pretty today,” Emily tells her every morning.

“Oh my God, you’re a genius,” Emily will gasp when Stacie helps her with her homework.

And Stacie thinks, okay, maybe Emily’s just like, an over-complimentary golden retriever, but also maybe she thinks Stacie is worth something? Maybe she’s into Stacie but doesn’t know it. Maybe Stacie could kiss her and it’d be a total revelation and Emily’s eyes would do that light up Glo Bright thing they do, all shiny and perfect in Stacie’s direction? Maybe -

And then in walks Beca Fucking Mitchell, and Emily’s eyes are doing that Glo Bright thing… just not at Stacie.

And okay, whatever. Stacie gets it. Beca’s gorgeous and mysterious and nerdy in a cool way. She’s talented and sexy and fucking great. She’s one of Stacie’s best friends.

But when Emily turns into a literal heart eyes emoji when Beca grins that half-smirk at her, Stacie kinda wants to rip Beca a new one for no reason.

She doesn’t of course. She loves Beca and she’s not a complete bitch.

But sometimes she dreams about it, if only because it’s something to think about other than how it would feel to hold Emily’s hand.

//

Fucking sap.

//

“So are you gonna tell her?”

Stacie is literally inside Chloe right now, but apparently Chloe’s multitasking talents aren’t confined to her mouth.

“Tell who what?”

“Tell - oh god - Emily. That you like her.”

Stacie’s fingers stop moving. She looks down at Chloe, feeling her lips pulling into her mouth tightly.

And she knows she shouldn’t, because she’s not a bitch. Except fuck it.

“Are you gonna tell Beca about your obvious toner?”

“No.”

Stacie sighs and starts her movements up again.

“She likes you back.”

“She has a boyfriend.” Chloe says the word like it’s poison in her mouth.

“Emily likes her, too.”

Chloe snorts. “Who wouldn’t.”

“Me.”

She curls her fingers inside Chloe and watches as Chloe gasps and trembles. She feels it all the way in her stomach, mixing with her bitterness and anger and a lot of longing for something she can’t have.

//

Stacie loathes this pining thing. She does not pine.

Other people? They pine. After her.

She feels all out of sorts.

Sure, things are normal. Ish.

Bellas rehearsals are the same, minus Beca being shady as hell. And her classes are fine, even if midterms are killing her.

But she feels different. She hasn’t slept with anyone in like, three weeks. Not even consciously. She just, like, didn’t. And she must be some kind of masochist because she’s been spending almost all of her time with the world’s cutest freshman.

They do homework and get coffee and laugh together. And Stacie doesn’t fucking get it. Emily’s all over Stacie one minute, hugging and giggling and soft. And the next, she’s in a twist because Beca’s come home from class and rushed up to her room without more than a forced “‘sup” in their direction.

Emily pouts into her homework, shoulders slumping.

“Don’t worry about her,” Stacie says. “She’s like that with everyone. It’s her own shit, ya know?”

Emily nods, glancing in the direction of the stairs. “No, yeah, I know. I just wish…” She glances up at Stacie apprehensively. “You ever, like, just fixate on something you know you’re never gonna get?”

Stacie stares at Emily, thinking of all the things she could say. How much she fixates on what it might be like to kiss her and make her laugh and be the object of Emily’s attention and how much she wants it. More than she’s wanted anyone.

“No,” she says instead, shrugging. “If you want something, go for it.”

Emily stares at her, tapping her pen against the table and her foot against the floor. Then she hums thoughtfully and crinkles her nose cutely.

It kills Stacie.

“I ever tell you that you’re like, the best friend ever and I love you so much?”

It’s all Stacie can do not to bitterly laugh like the asshole she is.

//

Beca breaks up with Jesse and she and Emily record a song at the studio Beca’s been interning at. Stacie sees them holding hands and loops her arm over Chloe’s shoulder when Chloe sighs.

Stacie wants to keep her anger in the pocket of her heart, but she’s actually kind of happy for them. Emily’s all bubbly and gushing and she gives Stacie the biggest hug.

“I did just what you said,” Emily whispers to her. “I went for what I wanted. I so owe you.”

Jealousy and self-pity burst in Stacie’s chest and she barely stops herself from escaping to her room at anything other than a brisk walk.

She slumps on her bed, staring over at Chloe’s side of the room, the colorful tapestry on the wall, the mess of clothes on the floor.

Chloe comes in some time later and curls up next to Stacie in bed.

“It could be us, you know,” she whispers. “I mean, we’re hot. We get along. I love you and you love me and we have super awesome sex.”

Stacie runs her fingers through the pretty red waves of Chloe’s hair. “We’d honestly be the hottest.”

“Yeah. But I’m not Emily and you’re not Beca.”

“Yeah.”

They lie in silence for a minute, looking at each other. Then Chloe sighs and kisses her softly.

She’s not who Stacie wants, and Stacie’s not who Chloe wants, and they both know this.

But maybe they can forget, get lost in each other, if only for a little while, if only for today, if only for right now.

[siilent-wanderer]

Stemily Week ○ [ Love Triangle]

Summary: Stacie posts an online confession on their school's blog about her painful (supposedly) lovelife. 

late bc school :( also kinda based on a true story and I couldn’t think of any other angsty plot

read here or on ao3 

Stacie's POV

"Hey, best friend. I hope you can read this even if we're not studying in the same college anymore, even if you're in another country without me, even if we haven't talked in a long time already.

Do you remember the first time we met? It was when we fought because of something silly. 18 years ago, you were sitting on the seesaw alone. Let's be real here - you looked absolutely stupid there lol. I, on the other hand, was sitting on a park bench, eating my ice cream. Two girls approached you and I could hear you guys fighting about something. You came running towards me and suddenly, you took my ice cream without my permission to throw it at them. I was beyond furious because I just bought that with my own money and now it's on one of your enemies' faces. The three of you started hitting each other and I joined you because MY ICE CREAM, DUDE!! I didn't care who I was hitting, the anger and want for revenge urged me to hit any one of you. They defeated you and left, so you sat there crying with your hair in a disarray and bruises all over you. I wanted to ask you to repay me for my ice cream, but you were crying furiously and I didn't want to be a dick towards you. You asked me to walk you home because you were just so broken. Your mom gave me money because I told her about what happened and what you did to my ice cream. We became friends starting that day, became classmates in high school and that's where our sisterhood bond strengthened. You were an only child which was the reason why you treated me like your twin. Meanwhile, I was the youngest and the only girl, thus I found a long-lasting friendship with you. We played childhood games, sang, dance, had sleepovers and whatnot.

Summer before our Senior year in High School, you went home from Canada and told me that your fiancé was handsome. This very man turned out to be someone your parents knew and you were arranged because of business matters. At first, you hated the idea of marrying a guy you barely know. But when you personally met him, you... changed, I guess? I think maybe you fell in love with him. After that, things went back to normal. We went back to finish our Senior year and you lost contact with your fiancé again. We bonded like how we used to, even agreeing to go to the same college together. We took the same course because we both wanted to become doctors. If our friendship wasn't strong enough before, I'm sure that it became better. Everything was going very well, until that night.

September 11. We were going out for the weekend. I was kinda surprised because you told me to wear that dress that you deemed was your favorite. From morning til night, we spent the whole day together, eating ice cream, watching movies, going to different museums and art exhibits. Our last stop was at the baywalk, near the beach. There weren't much people. I mean, there wasn't anything special about that day. Or so, that was what I thought.

You told me how grateful you were that those punks made you leave the seesaw and fought you that day. Grateful that you took my ice cream and threw it at them. Grateful that we were best friends. You have always been a sap, Em, but this time felt different. I remember you looked at the moon shining brightly on the ocean, then at me and smiled.

"I'm so glad you're here, Stace."

Those were the last words you said to me before you kissed me on the lips. It seemed like the world stopped and we were the only ones left here on earth. It seemed as if we were really made for each other, our lips taken from the same mold, fitting together like a perfect puzzle piece. As if I finally found the perfect key to my lock, the right amount of cream to my coffee. I felt tears run down your soft, rosy cheeks as I circled my thumb around them. You pulled away slowly, your eyes still closed, tears still flowing down. I pulled you closer and as you continued to cry hysterically on my chest, I felt our world falling apart. I know you knew this was wrong, that the world couldn't possibly accept us and our families wouldn't approve of it. It felt right, but it also felt wrong. Now, I understood why I always felt butterflies when you were around, or basically whenever you did anything. I always thought it was normal to feel weird and crazy things with your best friend. But now, this proved that I was wrong all along. The kiss that we shared made me realize that I was in love with you. And you felt the same. You told me that you were sorry. Sorry because you kissed me. Sorry because you were in love with me, your best friend for how many years. Sorry because we couldn't be.

You drove me home that night, not having exchanged anything else except for thank you's and good night's. I cried myself to sleep, mad because it took me too long to realize what I felt for you and I knew you were doing the same thing that night.

A day on May 2017, it was your wedding and I served as your maid of honor. I assisted you from the preparation room until the wedding hall. I was there. In the front row. I saw the groom and yeah, he was pretty handsome.

It hurt. It hurt a lot. I felt a heavy weight on my chest that I didn't know how to take off.

I was there the whole time, watching you. You looked gorgeous as well. I could agree that the both of you suited each other in the eyes of the judgmental society. I saw how the love of my life was taken away from me when I couldn't do anything. I saw how the people rejoiced at what they were seeing and we couldn't fight about what we wanted. There were only two of us against all of them. And as the father said, "You may now kiss the bride," you looked at me quickly. The groom was confused, but you ignored him. You were teary eyed but they weren't tears of joy, I know. You were waiting for me to say "Go", weren't you? And because I couldn't do anything else about it, I smiled sadly and nodded. Then you kissed.

The moment you kissed him was the moment I finally understood everything. Why you had kissed me that night. That was your first kiss. When we were in high school, you told me that you wanted your first kiss to be special. That you wanted it to happen in front of the altar or any other romantic place. Now, I see. You wanted me to be special in your life. You adorable idiot! At that moment, I wanted to cry. I wanted to cry because you were so selfless for doing that. So that at least, I could be your first kiss.

After the ceremony, I went directly home. I didn't bother to go to the reception because it hurt too much. I cried at home. I didn't know how to describe the pain, hell, I don't even think such pain was measurable. But I had to stay strong. Like how I usually do when you come to me when you had problems. I had to stay strong for you, for us. But I'll be the one to cry this time, alright? I'll be the one to bawl my eyes out, but it's so unfair. It's so unfair because you're not here by my side when I needed you. But it's okay. It had to be because we had to show the world that we were both normal human beings.

Now, you're in Canada. I'm sorry. We both lost contact with each other. Perhaps, maybe it's the best way to move on. To stay away from each other and keep out of each other's lives. I'm not sure if you're going to pursue Medicine, but I assure you that I am going to because we'd promised each other. Let's just move on with our lives even if it's hard. Maybe, that's how life really is. Maybe we really have to act and follow the norms, go with the flow and think of what others might think and feel about what we do. Maybe, we can't really release ourselves from the chains that hold us to the ground called bitter reality. But I'll tell you, in the next life, I'll find you, and this time I'm going to fight for you. For us.

Your Stacie 2018"

[imnotasuperhero]

I apology for any troubles I cause and I accept the fault proudly. Feel free to fight me on this since I’ve chosen Jessica for the girls? Just kidding, I need validation, pls.

Wtv, HERE’S DAY 2 OF THE STEMILY WEEK 2018!!! Enjoy, everybody!!

Theme: Love triangle

Type: Fluff

Summary: For the hell of a scientist Stacie Conrad is, she can be really dumb sometimes.

Or, the Stemily Love Triangle that I've created in my mind.

Wordcount: 1144

She absentmindedly brought the straw to her lips. Looking at the bodies around her, she realized how much of a bizarre idea this was now that she got to think and act. She won’t hear the end from Beca; that much she knew.

“Stacie?” A tall brunette approached her. And she was a hot one.

“Yes? Do I know you?” Frowning, she sipped from her drink. Wasn’t this girl kissing Jessica –her beautiful blonde- just a few minutes ago?

“Oh no, you don’t. But could,” and Stacie literally choked on her drink at the provocative wink this woman gave her. Oh God, was she a womanizer? More importantly, was she trying to kill her? Stacie felt tears in her eyes at how hard she was coughing. “Here, drink this.” Great, now she wanted to poison her. Wasn’t enough that she took the beauty Blondie from her?

“Stacie, it’s just water” the woman assured her with a cold gaze and Stacie was way too chicken not to obey.

It turns out that it was water and now that she could think properly, she really wished she could disappear. On a scale from one-to-ten on how much of a fool you are, Stacie was sure she was a 20.

“I’m sorry.” She at least had some decency to apologize. “I wasn’t expecting that,” she hoped this mysterious woman could understand her.

“You’re cute” and the smile on her face was enough to turn Stacie into a gay mess on her knees. What the fuck was happening tonight?

“I’m Emily” she continued without breaking the smile. “I’m here because Jessica and I have a proposal for you.” Wait, what? Was she about to be dragged into a cult?

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad. You have my word” Emily’s voice denoted honesty.

“Yeah well.. I don’t know if I should go with strangers.” Woah, really? What was she, 10?

“We know each other’s names, we’re not strangers anymore. Besides you already know Jess” Stacie hated how much of a gay without self-control she was.

“Come on, you’re free to go whenever you want.” Emily then grabbed her hand and squeezed it in a supportive gesture. Technically, if she could get the hell out whenever she wanted it wasn’t a cult, right? Ah shit, she wished Beca was here.

“Okay,” she nodded more to herself than for the woman. “But I buy my own drinks” and Emily’s laugh sounded clearly in her ears even if the music was loud. Oh boy, it was a sound she wanted in her life and WHAT THE FUCK WAS HAPPENING WITH HER?

“As you wish, weirdo” Emily's tone was free of judgment.

And so she let herself be guided by Emily to God-knows-where. The occasional asshole touching her hair or her arms on their way there and she wished she could make use of her black belt without being arrested.

“There you two are!” a bubbly Jessica greeted them and oh, sweet baby Jesus. Could she be hooked on two people at the same time?

“Here we are,” Emily then let go of her hand and wrapped the blonde’s waist. Stacie raised her eyebrow unconsciously.

“Hello again, Stace.” Jessica smiled at her and if Stacie had any doubts before, she was sure as hell now that she was a walking gay mess with the way her name came out of those lips. Even if she could see the blonde’s fangs shining brightly.

“H-Hi.” Really? Stop being a dumbass, Conrad. She smacked herself mentally. “Hi” she repeated herself with more conviction before drowning her drink in just one sip.

“You’re right Ems,” Stacie felt something inside her at the way the blonde wrapped her arm around Emily’s shoulders. “She’s cute,” Jessica said smiling softly at her. What’s with everybody calling her cute? For fuck’s sake. Wait. Was she flirting with her? With her girlfriend by her side?

“I’m… I’m lost? What’s happening?” Stacie dared to ask the question that’s been in her head for a while now.

“You participated on the speed-date. Didn’t you?” Stacie could feel herself turn into mush under Jessica’s inspection.

“Y-yeah…” Stacie tilted her head, clearly confused. “But I didn’t know you were in a relationship” she then pointed to Emily standing by their side.

“Oh no,” Emily laughed softly. “We just met tonight at the speed-date too.” And if Stacie was confused before, she was now a complete disaster with neon question marks upon her head.

“Oookay… And I am here because…?” she really tried to follow them, she really did. But even being a scientist she could be so lost sometimes.

“It was a triad thing” Emily enlightened her with a smirk.

“You didn’t know?” Jessica intervened then. Brows furrowed and Stacie’s fingers itched to reach and soothe the wrinkle.

“I… I didn’t” she admitted shyly. She wanted to do some of the karate moves on herself.

“Oh, my stars” Emily’s hand found her shoulder. “Now I get why you were like a lost puppy. How cuuteee”

“Okay, first. Stop calling me cute for being a dumbass” Stacie snapped at the feeling of being burnt at the laugh that escaped both women’s lips.

“Oh no, no.” Jessica raised her hand in apologize. “Emily is a softy walking totem” the blonde smiled at the younger brunette whom Stacie could swear saw her cheeks blush.

“So what you say?” Emily composed herself quickly. “You in for a night with the both of us?” and were her eyes always this shiny? Sweet hell, she was lost in them already.

“Of course, no sex unless you want to-“

“Wait, what?” Stacie interrupted Jessica and she swore she could have broken her neck thanks to the whiplash she just did. “Sex like... in a trio?” her mind went back to all the conversations she had with her friends about it and how allowed to try she was. Though she never thought the time would come.

“Yes, Stace,” Emily laughed softly. “Like in a trio.” She confirmed her suspicions. Ah shit, would it be so bad if she agreed to?

“Of course, that would be at the end of the night. First, I’m sure we need some drinks and get to know each other a little” Emily then offered looking at Jessica, who happily nodded her way.

Thinking about it, Stacie seemed tempted to the offer. Who wouldn’t try their chance at getting two hot women interested in them? Even if the prospect of the trio was a “no-no” by the end of the night, she did deserve some good time after all. Right? She didn’t work her brain out to be always a smart being.

“Yeah, okay” Stacie didn’t know where the confidence in the words came from, but she smiled heartedly when both girls gave her those megawatt smiles. And Stacie swore she was a broken mess already and she didn’t care.

[zulasdubu]

Unanswered Love

Late Stemily Week Day 2 because I was out of the city

Stacie didn't know why on earth she felt this way. She had no clue why she felt this way for her best friend of all people.  She didn't understand this feeling she'd get in her chest when Emily would giggle or the smile that stretches across her face when Emily's studying and has a pen held between her upper lip and nose.

Either way the feeling in her chest was new. It was definitely different.

Maybe (in the present moment at least) it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the fact that no boy seemed to be doing it for her for the past couple months. Maybe it was because Benji Applebaum had the decency to be flirting with tipsy Emily (if you call the jibberish he spews flirting that is) after having dumped her (it was a mutual break up really) a few months back. That's not the point though because he broke her heart and Stacie had to mend it.

Maybe it's a little bit of everything.

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[luckyfaeth]

stemily week day 2: love triangle triad

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