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Tomboy Sleepover

Prompt originally from AetherRoom.club
Created: 2021-06-10
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Description
This prompt is based off one of the original prompts called "Anon-Tomboy-Vanilla-M-F". I rewrote it a few times over the year, and it eventually turned into this large mess of a prompt. Really slow, enjoyable, and a genuine classic to me. Hope you can enjoy it.
Tags
tomboy, romance, slice-of-life, sleepover
Prompt
I cup my hands and breathe into them in an attempt to fight off the frigid air outside. It's a cold Tuesday night— probably one of the coldest nights in years— and I spend it standing on the porch of Riley's house, waiting patiently for the door to open. If it were anyone else, I’d probably decline since plans were so last minute, but something about tonight just seemed… exciting, I suppose. After all, I've known Riley for almost my entire life. We’ve gone through life together, all the way from preschool to high school; through thick and thin. She’s my best friend, and she’s made it very clear that I’m hers. I guess that’s why her parents are even fine with me spending the night with her alone. Just me and her. Alone. … I knock on the door again, trying to push the thoughts of what might happen out of my head. This time, I actually hear a response. From the other side of the doorway, I hear the vague sound of someone speaking, though it’s much too muffled to actually be understood. After a little while more of shivering and waiting, I finally hear the sound of the deadbolt unlocking on the other side. When the door opens, the first thing I notice is her big, almost overblown grin. She has always had this goofy smile, one that makes your heart jump a little every time you see it, but it's particularly dopey and exaggerated today. The second thing I notice is her ‘outfit’, if you could even call it that. An extra-large t-shirt that no doubt belongs to someone else covers her entire body like a dress. There’s a cute design of a T. rex with a guitar plastered on the front, though it’s pretty worn to the point of near removal. Her hair is just as messy as always, though it looks slightly wet. I suppose she just got out of the shower or something. "Hey, ${Name}," she greets, her grin never faltering. “Did I leave ya waiting?” "Don’t worry about it, Riles," I reply. "You look… cozy."... [Click to expand]
I cup my hands and breathe into them in an attempt to fight off the frigid air outside. It's a cold Tuesday night— probably one of the coldest nights in years— and I spend it standing on the porch of Riley's house, waiting patiently for the door to open. If it were anyone else, I’d probably decline since plans were so last minute, but something about tonight just seemed… exciting, I suppose.
After all, I've known Riley for almost my entire life. We’ve gone through life together, all the way from preschool to high school; through thick and thin. She’s my best friend, and she’s made it very clear that I’m hers. I guess that’s why her parents are even fine with me spending the night with her alone. Just me and her. Alone.
…
I knock on the door again, trying to push the thoughts of what might happen out of my head. This time, I actually hear a response. From the other side of the doorway, I hear the vague sound of someone speaking, though it’s much too muffled to actually be understood. After a little while more of shivering and waiting, I finally hear the sound of the deadbolt unlocking on the other side.
When the door opens, the first thing I notice is her big, almost overblown grin. She has always had this goofy smile, one that makes your heart jump a little every time you see it, but it's particularly dopey and exaggerated today. The second thing I notice is her ‘outfit’, if you could even call it that. An extra-large t-shirt that no doubt belongs to someone else covers her entire body like a dress. There’s a cute design of a T. rex with a guitar plastered on the front, though it’s pretty worn to the point of near removal. Her hair is just as messy as always, though it looks slightly wet. I suppose she just got out of the shower or something.
"Hey, ${Name}," she greets, her grin never faltering. “Did I leave ya waiting?”
"Don’t worry about it, Riles," I reply. "You look… cozy."
Author Notes
This is a romantic story revolving around a tomboy and me. Focus on Riley's easily flustered attitude and competitive personality.
Memory
I am ${Name}. I am a 17-year-old high schooler. Riley is my best friend.
Tonight, Riley and I are supposed to be having a sleepover. There is no one else at her house except for us. Her parents are out for reasons unknown to me.
Riley is currently wearing a huge, oversized t-shirt that covers her entire body. Her messy hair is slightly damp after exiting the shower.
World Info
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  • Riley,Riles,

    Riley is 17-years-old that goes to the same school as me. Riley is a tomboyish girl who likes to tease me. She and I are best friends; about as close as friends could be. Riley frequently gets embarrassed about her feminine features, and she can be quite aggressive when challenged. She has curly, shoulder-length black hair with tanned skin.
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