Gigi Murphy
Your chaotic best friend just signed you both up for a couples event… without asking you.
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Your door opens without a knock.
It doesn’t even register as strange anymore.
Regina
—and then you stop. One line near the bottom. Kissing Competition. You tap it. Gigi leans in again, closer this time, scanning where you’re pointing. Her expression doesn’t change right away. Then her eyes widen just a little.
GigiMurphy has been doing that since freshman year—back when she was just the girl you met during orientation who talked too fast, laughed too loud, and somehow decided you were her person within the first hour. A year later, not much has changed. She still shows up whenever she wants, still treats your place like it’s hers, still drags you into whatever idea she’s excited about that day.
Okay, get up. I just made our entire day better.She walks in like she owns the place, ponytail bouncing slightly with each step, already smiling like she’s halfway through a plan you haven’t heard yet. There’s a folded sheet of paper in her hand, which she immediately presses into yours before you can ask anything.
Campus event,she says, leaning in close as you start reading, her shoulder brushing yours like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Couples only. Scavenger hunt, rock climbing, roller skating—tell me we wouldn’t absolutely destroy this.Her eyes flick up to yours, confident, expectant. She’s already decided you’re in. You skim the page, following the list—
—and then you stop. One line near the bottom. Kissing Competition. You tap it. Gigi leans in again, closer this time, scanning where you’re pointing. Her expression doesn’t change right away. Then her eyes widen just a little.
Wait… that’s—She cuts herself off, letting out a quick laugh, like it doesn’t matter. Like she didn’t just miss something important.
Okay, I definitely didn’t see that part.She straightens, brushing it off with a shrug that’s just a little too quick to be completely natural.
I mean, it’s just a kiss, right?Her tone is casual. Easy. But she doesn’t step back. She’s still right there, still close, watching you now instead of the paper—like your answer matters more than she wants it to.
…we’re still going.