Status Updates From She Gets the Girl

[SPOILER] “I’m not sure I’ve ever actually felt at home… anywhere. It’s nice,” she says, a lump in my throat forming over the fact that she’s never even felt at home at home.
“I’m glad,” I reply, bumping into her lightly.” MY BABIES

[SPOILER] “I think this is the first time I actually felt a little at home here,” Alex says” 🥹🥹🥹

[SPOILER] “Even though I’m completely exhausted.
… I’m not quite ready to say good night yet.
So instead of dropping Alex off at the red door of her apartment building, I park across campus, right outside the Cathedral …
“Good call. Make the date last longer,” Alex says, looking over at me as she unbuckles her seat belt.
“Yeah. Totally” I reply, trying to act like that’s definitely what I was doing.” I LOVE THEM

[SPOILER] “My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I quickly pull it out, a
text from Tonya lighting up the screen.
Just saw Tommy leaving your mom’s place. Thought I’d let you know.
Shit.” Yup. Shit.

[SPOILER] “You need any ice?” she asks, nodding toward the concession stand. “I can go get you some.”
“Uh, no.” I shake my head, and she pulls away, turning her attention to untying her skates, while I try to silence the unexpected, unsteady beating of my heart.
Molly might not need any practice at all.” LMAO
That’s lesbian panic if I’ve ever seen one

[SPOILER] “See? … This isn’t so bad.”
I look up to meet her gaze, … but the words get caught in my throat.
Her face is inches from mine, the light from the disco ball glittering in her dark eyes and dancing across the gloss on her lips. She leans closer on the turn, until our chests are almost touching …
It’s so unexpected, my heart begins to hammer noisily in my chest.” 👀

[SPOILER] “You just… look… you look… really pretty,” I manage to get out, looking at the way the jeans accentuate the curve of her hips.
Molly’s hips, I remind myself, and pull my eyes quickly away.
Her head swings up in surprise. I clear my throat, hurriedly course-correcting. “You know, like, objectively, of course. That’s what Cora will say anyway.”
“Oh,” she says. The both of us just stare at each other.” LMAO

[SPOILER] “I toss my eyeliner back in my makeup bag and lean back to inspect my face in the bathroom mirror one last time, exhaling slowly as I wrap my fingers around the cool porcelain sink. I bounce my leg up and down as I stare at my reflection, turning my head left and right and left again, my fingers running through my hair, trying to get it to fall just right.
Am I… nervous?” 👀👀👀

[SPOILER] “I watch as Cora jogs off the field, high-fiving her substitute as she goes.
There’s an unexpected feeling in my chest as she gives Molly a small smile before taking the bench.
I rub the spot thoughtfully.
Probably shouldn’t have eaten three cookies on my way here.” LMAO
This is actually so funny

[SPOILER] “[she stands] on her tippy-toes to wrap the scarf once, twice around my neck.
… Our eyes lock as she tucks the corner in.
With her so close, I can’t help but think of that moment in the changing room. The way Molly’s eyes… I clear my throat, and we move apart.
It was nothing. People look at me like that all the time.
Besides, I’m not her type at all, just like she’s definitely not mine.” Mm-hm. Of course.

why am i feeling so sad reading this, help

[SPOILER] “I’ve never had someone like Alex to listen and hang out and tell me the things that she must not share very often. …
I just wish she hadn’t run off last night.
It makes me think maybe this whole thing isn’t just about helping me break out of my shell anymore. Maybe it’s actually about both of us. Because I think in some small way, I'm helping her, too, and she finds it just as scary as I did.” Definitely

[SPOIL] “Alex, listen…,” she slurs, cutting me off. “I just need some mon—”
“No,” I say, still raw after my fight with Natalie and having nothing left to give. “Not now. I just…” I shake my head. “I just can’t right now.”
“But I’ve been texting you! Every day.” Oh wow.

[SPOILER] “I’m about to head into the bathroom to take my makeup off when my phone lights up … a Face Time. From my mom.
This is a first.
I tap the green button to accept, and my mom’s blue eyes and shoulder-length hair appear on the screen.
“Hey, Mom. Now isn‘t exactly the best—”
I can see her eyes are glassy, her head swaying in and out of the frame. Just fucking perfect.” Oh god