Waverly freakin' Earp is not in my living room right now, this is my gay brain concocting teasing images to make fun of the fact I'm chasing a straight girl who is completely out of my league. In the possible event that I'm not going crazy, and the most beautiful angel in the world is actually sitting in my loungeroom talking to my cat-child like she's her best friend, what the fuck do I wear?

Okay, I think we've established she is actually in my home, you aren't crazy. Just try not to be your cocky self… probably impossible - but try make it cute.

What would Waverly like to see me in? That's the only reasonable way to work this out, right? Or, what do I look the hottest in? Do I wear normal comfy clothes? Do I put on a nice shirt? What is the occasion here? Do I put on the easiest shirt to rip off… Start from the bottom – pants. Tight leather pants that my ass looks great in would be a real showstopper, but Professor Oak's words echoed in my head – Nicole, there's a time and place for everything… Maybe we play down thirsty-gay-Nicole and be wintry-comfort-gay-Nicole? OOH, we could go all out here – matching fluffy pyjama set, fluffy slippers – really show off my cuddly side. I'll make sure to leave the fire off until it gets super freezing – ah Nicky, why are you a genius? I really am a thirsty gay.

I have taken way too long in the bedroom to get changed, I can hear Waverly telling my fur-baby about her favourite Latin phrases – I think I need to go and save her before I wake up in the middle of the night to Calamity Jane muttering Latin to me and possibly summoning a demon.

One last touch up of the hair – it's nice and wavy from having it in a French braid all day – so we have a bit of glam to go with the 'sleepy chic' aesthetic. Here I go, trying to play it cool, still in awe that Waverly is here. I don't even know what she thinks or how she feels. It's literally so hard to tell, because she's the sweetest person I've ever met, and the way she talks to me I think it's flirting, but then I know she's probably just polite like that to everyone. But sometimes I swear… the way she looks at me… I just can't be sure. I think I'm seeing the things I want to be seeing and being overly hopeful about something that'll probably never be. I'd never make the first move, because I know she's straight. But I just… I'm very hopeful.

-x-

"Sorry I took so long, by law I have to hang my uniform up in a very specific way otherwise I'll get banished from the country."

"That's too bad, I could never be in law enforcement. All of my clothes end up thrown over anything and everything – even the clean ones! Oh well, maybe I could be a professional cat sitter for intelligent cats?"

"I think that's a very promising career, definitely look for the job listings on the community noticeboard!"

"Trust me, I've been looking for years and nothing yet. I won't lose hope though."

"Neither will I."

We shared a tiny smile at each other in the silence as we both had nowhere to go with the joking around. I suggested the only thing I could think of.

"So, hot chocolate?"

"I thought you'd never ask!"

Waverly, following me into the kitchen, couldn't help but look me up in down in my respectable and 'elegant' outfit. She looked so amused, but she said nothing.

"Is there something wrong with my outfit, Earp?" She looked so shocked I called her out. Almost upset that I thought she didn't like it.

"Oh, no! I love it, in fact. You look very comfortable. A very hot chocolate-chill out style, I love it. Truly, I envy your level of comfort!"

"Well hey, I have a couple of sets of fluffy pyjamas, I can always put you in a pair." I left her with a wink and turned to get two mugs out of the cupboard.

"Do you actually? I think we both need to match for hot chocolate night."

Holy shit she's serious about wearing my pyjamas. Oh my –

"Yeah! Did you actually want me to get you a set?"

"Hell yeah I do! How unfair only one of us is at maximum comfort level."

Did she just… wink back at me? What is happening?

"Alrighty, I'll go get you a set and I'll make sure our hot chocs are ready and perfect when you return all fluffed up."

"Perfect. Though, I just have one very important question…" As I walked from around the kitchen island that she was sat on the other side of, she put her hand on mine and stopped me walking away.

"…Do you have mini marshmallows?" How can anyone look so freakin' adorable? How? Unexplainable.

"Of course I do, Waves. Who do you think I am?"

"Can I have extra? Pretty please with a marshmallow on top?" She did the cutest pout I've ever seen in my life.

"You can have whatever you like."

"I hope so."