A Date with Confession [for Daaharu]

Fallon had officially completely missed the self-depreciating part of Mikayla's comment about her own butt - or was ignoring it. Either way, the blonde was giggling when they walked into the store together, even if her eyes were getting their fill of shoe porn. "Ha! Not exactly what I was going for... but I guess it's gotten some attention at times for not being litt-"

Mikayla's words, thoughts, composure, and everything else about Mikayla aside from her reflexes came to a complete stop as Fallon got a handful of her. So unexpected was the feeling of hands squeezing her ass that Mikayla jumped a good three feet away as soon as Fallon had done it. The blonde looked at her friend with eyes that were as wide as they could get in surprise, and as the Californian spoke, Mikayla did not notice her jaw dropping. People had grabbed her ass before - plenty of unwelcome guys, girl friends (a few of them while in scissors, as a means to escape), little sibling figures who did it just for the joke. It was kind of out there for grabbing.

But never had anyone grabbed it like that. And never had it been Fallon Terrazas's hands on it. Mikayla didn't have a clue how to react, and her thoughts wouldn't get in order fast enough for her to do it.

"Uh, wh-", she began, only for her eyes to catch someone having seen the scene and started staring. Mikayla had a compulsion to explain, but the customer, apparently as embarrassed as the Minnesotan herself, quickly turned away as Mikayla stumbled over another half-word or two. Was her face red? She hoped it wasn't red. It was all she could do to get out of her defensive half-crouch in order to stand straight again.

Unable to look into Fallon's face, Mikayla suddenly became immensely interested in straightening her dress. She did not even try to bother addressing the racing thoughts in her head; it would be better to just try and... move on. It was the greatest relief in the universe that Fallon spoke first - she was still unfazed by all this! What the heck was happening!? "Uh, yeah! I will," came her weak, choked response through a forced smile. As she escaped briefly to the side, wrapping her hand around a pair of shoes she didn't even care about to pretend like she was checking the size, she tried to reel herself in again.

Fallon grabbed onto Mikayla's butt with both hands. She smiled, giggled, and gave the blonde's firm butt cheeks a quick squeeze, doing so in a fashion which she figured was sufficiently playful and lighthearted to keep Mikayla from being too embarrassed, but which was also sufficiently flirty that she might just be able to figure out whether or not Mikayla was interested in doing...something with her from her reaction. Fallon did not want to do anything to alienate the blonde girl, so this would serve as a sort of litmus test.

It did not necessarily go the way that Fallon had hoped it would.

It wasn't that Mikayla's reaction wasn't adorable. Her whole body tensed up almost the instant that Fallon's fingers found her booty, and Fallon hadn't even been able to give it a good squeeze before the blonde rocketed three feet forward, her face turning red and her body remaining as rigid and awkward as a marionette. Fallon glanced to the other customer who had seen what had happened, watching that girl shuffle quickly away with her own face turning tomato red. Fallon, all of a sudden, started to get a very bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Clearly, Mikayla didn't want to be touched like that. The best case scenario now might have been that she just wasn't interested in Fallon. The worst case scenario? If she had been interested, but Fallon had made too forward a move too early, the Californian might have just killed any chance she had with her cute Minnesotan blonde.

Confusion reigned in Fallon's head. She wanted to play it off, but she couldn't. She wanted to continue to chat casually with Mikayla, but she couldn't. If Mikayla had been impressed with how carefree Fallon had been even while she had been very obviously flirting, the blonde would probably be a lot less impressed with Fallon now.

Mikayla walked over to a check out a pair of shoes, and Fallon would awkwardly lean back against a shelf, nudging a pair of display shoes and nearly knocking them over, before quickly scooting a foot to the side and folding her arms awkwardly underneath her chest. "Ah, yeah, okay. Just, like...definitely let me know what you want me to buy, uh, alright?" she would say, as she would stand by and give Mikayla a chance to recover from the unwarranted and stupid butt-grabbing. If they still came out of here as friends, Fallon was sure that she was not going to live that down.

It’s not that big of a deal. Mikayla repeated that same thought to herself repeatedly, as she studied the tag on the bottom of the shoe that she held in her hand for ten seconds longer than needed. Don’t get crazy like in the match. It could have been nothing. Nothing at all.

Then again, Fallon’s grasping her butt like that could definitely mean… something. And that was what Mikayla knew was making her cheeks – and butt – feel so incredibly warm. That could have been confirmation that Fallon really wanted Mikayla as badly as Mikayla was feeling like she wanted Fallon; then again, it could have been just a thing from friend to friend that didn’t deserve any reaction at all from Mikayla – especially not such an extreme one. Either way, Mikayla was at a loss; how the heck did she respond to that on the spot!? With customers around! She so should have said something before they even started the date. She should have- no, maybe she shouldn’t have. Maybe things would have gone way too fast-

She was barely able to turn and look at Fallon when the Californian responded to her, but she managed to do it when she shut off her mind completely… and didn’t look directly into her eyes. ”Okay! Sure,” was her brief response, but when she noticed that it looked like Fallon was standing there expecting something, she opened her mouth to say something more. But… what did she say? Unable to come up with anything on the spot, she gave the Californian a faint grin. Mikayla’s reaction had probably been just as awkward for Fallon as the grab had been for Mikayla. Frustrated with herself for being such a spaz, the blonde pursed her lips when she turned back to the shoes and put the one she was staring at back on the display.

Not sure what else to do, she escaped briefly over to another display of shoes. Again, she mindlessly stared at the tag on a shoe, though at least this pair, she did like.

The worst thing about getting her head in order is that a part of her wouldn’t have minded if Fallon did that to her every day the rest of her life. She would want to return the favor, too. The thought of it made her shift her legs at risk of getting warmed up by it. But then, the same old distress came back to her – Fallon might have meant nothing by it. She might have done it to anyone – Mikayla was possibly crazy enough to think it meant something.

Whatever the case, she was now sick to her stomach, whether from butterflies or- whatever. Her shoulders slumped as she returned this shoe to its place, as well. Not thinking about her conflict wasn’t making it any easier. She just needed… space. Room to think. But she didn’t want to disappoint Fallon and ruin her night. Steeling herself against her nervous stomach, she looked around for a pair of shoes that she did genuinely like.

Fallon was embarrassed and worried that she had done something very, very wrong that her blonde buddy would have a hard time forgiving her for. If only I could, like, read her mind right now, Fallon would think to herself, staring intently at the back of Mikayla's head for a few seconds just to see if she could get any sort of impression of the blonde's thoughts. As it turned out, her ESP was not yet developed enough for that sort of thing. She chuckled at her own ridiculousness and glanced down at the shoes she had accidentally nudged, trying to push them back into place so that it would look as if nothing had happened. Even when she did, they were still sticking out of their assigned cubby hole at the wrong angle, and if she tried to fix them again someone might notice that she had pushed them out of alignment in the first place.

So she looked back up to Mikayla, and the blonde happened to turn to her at that moment. Mikayla gave a quick affirmation that she had heard what Fallon said, and then, after a moment's hesitation, she grinned. And Fallon, after taking a second to process everything, would grin back. Unless Mikayla was just playing nice until they were in a not-so-public place, it seemed as though the blonde was still willing to be Fallon's friend. And Fallon was glad for that. She was going to be careful not to make any missteps from here on out. She would let Mikayla handle any potential progression of their relationship. She was sure the bubbly blonde could handle it far better than she herself could.

Mikayla scurried off to look at some more shoes, and Fallon would smile a little bigger as she watched the blonde go. "Have fun with the search!" she would call out after Mikayla, before walking over to the pair of pink and white high-tops which she had had her eye on. She wouldn't mind having these to go with the hat...she would look pretty sporty, and maybe they would look nice with the rest of Mikayla's gifts for her!

Whew, okay. Breathe Mikayla.

The blonde took a good long second to gather scattered thoughts, focusing everything on the shoes that she passed by, until her heart started to slow a little bit and the ache in her stomach died down. At least Fallon didn’t seem overly ticked with her over the reaction, now that both of them had kind of reeled it in. Okay, they had gotten excited; everything was fine now. Well, as fine as they could be with Mikayla aching for Fallon to do more of what she had just done, at least. Or… something like that. Maybe not quite that public or so… aggressive?

But this sealed it. Mikayla had to say something, because that was the most obviously sexual thing that Fallon had done all night. It gave the blonde some – some – added confidence. There. She decided. She set her jaw and pursed her lips, and put it aside. Finish up with the shoes, they could go back to Fallon’s place, and she would tell her there. On the doorstep. Final decision. Mikayla was going to be fine.
Maybe. She sucked in a breath that alerted her to her still-aching stomach as she settled in to grab a pair of shoes that would make it obvious she was fine to Fallon, too. But before she moved to the next row, the blonde stopped and checked both ways to make sure no one was watching, before she planted her hands against her eyes and let out a silent squeal to let out everything that was pent-up. Then, she popped back up, puffing a blonde strand of hair away. Good, she was good.

Her hand ran over a sleek, strappy heel as she rounded the corner to the next aisle, and she touched a handful more as she went up and down the next two aisles, glad she had just a second of solitude as she did it (as much as a girl could have in a store, anyway). She eventually came back to that same pair, and fiddled with the strap a bit as she debated on them. Ugh, she was a sucker for gold, yes, but she loved black. So classy. And these? They were sexy too. She was kind of feeling like she wanted to be sexy…

She dug around for her size and grabbed the box, thinking for a second that she should try them on, but deciding that it would be best to save it for when they got to Fallon’s place… if Fallon let her in after what she planned to tell her… hopefully so.

She scooted around the corner and, confidence regained, she peered around for the brunette. ”Fallon!?”

Fallon had a moment to relax now. That was good, because she needed to find a way to make her face at least a little bit less red than it was right now. She was so embarrassed by the way she had just grabbed Mikayla's butt. Sure, Mikayla had a fantastic butt, and no one could really blame Fallon for wanting to grab it...if she was certain of Mikayla's feelings! But hadn't she been asking herself all night whether or not Mikayla was feeling the same way that she was? If she was asking, didn't that mean she didn't know the answer?

And if the answer was no, did she just terrify a platonic friend by grabbing onto her butt and giving it a squeeze?

What kind of a terrible friend was Fallon?

Okay, breathe. Seriously, breathe. Calm down. Slow down. Fallon worked hard to cool herself off, and, slowly but surely, she managed to do so. Mikayla had smiled at her, right? Mikayla hadn't yelled at her or given her any sort of angry look, right? Mikayla had seemed...shocked, more than anything. Maybe she had actually liked it. That was a possibility, right?

You can't make assumptions like that, Fal, Fallon would insist to herself. Because you know what happens when you assume...sometimes you're wrong.

And so Fallon would try to get her mind back on shoes. She really liked these spunky pink and white high tops. They went so nicely with her new hat. Looking around, she was really impressed by the selection—there were so many great shoes Fallon could make use of—but, for right now, she liked these. She bent down, finding her size somewhere towards the bottom of the shelf, then picked up the box and started walking down the aisle to find Mikayla.

As it turned out, Mikayla was ready to get going, too. As Fallon heard her call out from right around the corner, the brunette would smile and then press her back against the wall of shoes, waiting for a second before she would peek her head out around the corner, like a little mammal peeking its head out of a burrough. "Hey there, Mikki. How's it going?"

It was ridiculous how the sight of Fallon’s face threatened to make Mikayla nervous again.

But, she held it in completely, regarding her friend with a bright smile as she slipped down the aisle to meet up with her. The blonde held the shoes up at her friend and dangled them playfully, trying to ensure that Fallon knew everything was alright and that she shouldn’t worry that she was upset. ”Absafruitly fantastic now that I’ve found these! Like them?”, she asked, slipping her hand into one to hold it up and show Fallon all the details. If there was anything that could keep Mikayla talking happily and not thinking about her nerves in half a second, it was ranting about a pair of shoes.

She continued with that plan for shoe-admiration, spotting the box her friend carried, too, and poking at it with her finger. ”Ooooh… and you’re going for those. Those are so you.” Though it was still a simplistic image as she and Fallon got to know  each other better, Mikayla guessed her image of a California girl was someone much like Fallon – though, came a little voice at the back of her head, not nearly as charming and gorgeous – who liked to dress all spunky and sexy. That image crossed into Mikayla’s mind as she glanced between her friends’ shoe choice and Fallon’s pretty features, and she fully had the image of Fallon, in nothing but the shoes, some short-shorts, a tiny top to show off her stomach, and the hat, looking gorgeous.

Mikayla told herself to stop that thinking right now – that was for after she spilled her guts and hopefully still had a friend… or maybe more.

”So…” The blonde wanted to get this moving… and she thought Fallon did now too, at this point. ”Ready to go? Home next, right?”

Mikayla was smiling. That was good, because it meant either she didn't hate Fallon or she was hiding it for some reason that Fallon could not think up. It was also bad, because Fallon had to make sure not to blush or do anything other than smile excitedly back and bounce over to meet her friend in the middle of the aisle. Her recent faux pas had made her acutely aware of the positions they were in, and she did not want to make Mikayla uncomfortable right now. If they were going to be friends, and friends only, that was just fine with Fallon, but it meant she would need to make sure she didn't scare Mikayla off. Evidently they were of a slightly less...forward sort where Mikki came from.

Fallon craned her neck to get a better overhead look at the strappy black heels Mikayla had chosen. "Ooooh, wow," she would say with a soft whistle. She would have called them "cute," but that didn't really describe them properly. They were downright sexy, and Fallon wondered whether her blonde friend's choice meant anything regarding their little...predicament. "Those are amazing. You're going to look, like, seriously amazing in those, Mikki. Like, for sure." Fallon was almost tongue-tied as she looked from the shoes back up to her friend's face.

She chuckled when Mikayla told her the shoes suited her, Then twirled around, showing off her new hat and her old dress and batting her eyelashes a bit, just for fun. "Heh, you think so? It is pretty much my style." She would stop spinning, then take a breath and nod in response to that last question. "Yeah, back to my place, and I'll school you in Mario Kart like we said, right? So let's go!"

She would hesitate for a second, then figured there was no harm in just gently grabbing Mikayla's wrist to pull her along to the checkout counter, where the two of them could pay for each other's shoes before heading out onto the street. From there, home was only going to be a few blocks away.

”That’s what I’m hoping!”

Mikayla slid the shoe she held up back into the box and tucked it beside the other one, though she was hesitant to do so since it gave her something to occupy her mind. Actually… that was exactly why she shouldn’t put it away, and she drew it back up into her hand to turn it over and look at the shiny sole. ”That or decent. I’ll take decent.” But, if Fallon thought she looked amazing and all this worked out the way Mikayla had envisioned when she had thought about it all eight hundred thousand times earlier in the day, then… that was all that mattered. As her violet eyes slipped back from the shoes to Fallon’s face… it looked as if the brunette was busy appreciating her already. Mikayla tried to meet her gaze this time… but the effort made her heart pump a little more heavily.

Nope, don’t think about it.

But, her bailout was very nearly here, much to her joy. She practically bounced when Fallon mentioned they would head back, as the idea of privacy with her friend, so they could really talk and Mikayla could stop engaging in this weird dancing around the truth, sounded like sweet freedom that she wanted to run to as soon as possible. ”Ohhh I think you’ve got it backwards,” Mikayla assured, more than happy for Fallon to take her wrist and lead her towards the checkout. ”That’s going to be me in front dropping bananas everywhere and you sliding off the track somewhere behind me.” Oddly specific, but thinking about playing the game helped her too.

Playing games was going to feel normal and give her the confidence to spill the proverbial beans – Mikayla made that her new target for the time to chat with her Californian companion.

The exchange of values at the register took less than a minute, and Mikayla stuffed her bag under her arm and, having decided in that minute that she wanted to let Fallon know that things were okay with the whole butt-grope business, the blonde smiled and slipped her arm back into Fallon’s so they could walk out together, head to the car, and take them both to the point where they could get… this figured out.

Fallon scoffed when Mikayla talked about just looking decent in those shows. Even if they were just going to be friends, Fallon would not let her silly blonde friend talk like that! "Mikki, those shoes are going to make you, like, the sexiest person in Tokyo. Believe me, they will, for sure."

"They're still not gonna save you from getting your sexy butt handed to you on a silver platter when we Wii up, though. 'Cause even if you do somehow get into first place, don't think I'm above using the Blue Shell! There's no way I'm coming in second place." Fallon would squeeze Mikayla's wrist as they walked up to the register to pay for their new footwear. "Even those killer legs couldn't stop that shell, I don't think!" Fallon's competitive spirit was getting her really excited to see which of them actually was better at Mario Kart, and it was helping her to forget some of her awkwardness from earlier. For the time being, her embarrassment and her worry was shoved into the back of her mind.

Fallon was ready to let go of Mikayla's arm when she noticed the way her friend held it out. She paused, glanced from the blonde's smooth elbow up to her smiling face, then giggled and hooked her arm securely through the other woman's. They walked out together, arm in arm, to the waiting car which would return them to Fallon's apartment. As they settled into the back of the vehicle for what would only be a three-minute ride, Fallon sighed and began to let her head slide towards Mikki's to rest...before she would let it slip a little faster and gave her friend a very gentle head-to-head bump, barely more than a touch, blonde and brunette hair twirling together for a brief second.

"You're so going down," Fallon would whisper, though now her mind was starting to get her all worked up again. The car pulled to the curb with a very familiar apartment building looming just in front of them. Fallon smiled and used their hooked arms to gently tug Mikayla out onto the sidewalk together. "Home sweet home!"