Blair hadn’t realized how much she missed her best friend until she was standing right in front of her. Even though Marisol was in Philadelphia for school, which was a little less than an hour from where they lived, they still hadn’t seen each other since Marisol moved into her new apartment in August. Blair didn’t know if that had more to do with how busy Marisol was with school or how busy she was with Erin and Nolan. Either way, she was so happy to see her now, and vowed to herself she wouldn’t go this long without seeing her again.

Blair stepped into Marisol’s hug and wrapped her arms around her as well, squeezing her extra hard to try to convey how much she missed her. “Dude, it’s been way too long.”

“You’re telling me. I’ve been busy with school. What’s your excuse?”

“I’ve been kind of busy too.” Blair tried to hold her smile back, but it was no use. Every time she thought about Erin, she couldn’t help but smile. Erin had been a lot more affectionate lately, and Blair hoped that meant they were getting closer to finally becoming official.

Marisol pointed at the stairs then started pushing Blair toward them. “Up to your room now. You’ve been holding out on me. Now you have to tell me everything.”

Blair followed Marisol’s direction and once the two of them (and Moon, of course) were inside, Marisol closed the door. With her arms crossed in front of her chest and a no-bullshit look on her face, she said, “What’s going on with you and Erin and why don’t I know about it?”

Blair shrugged. “There’s not much to tell. We’re still in the same boat. She’s not ready to make things official, so we’re just kind of letting things come as they do for now.”

Marisol stared at Blair for a long time before a wide grin spread onto her face. “Given that lovestruck look on your face, I’d say something’s definitely coming and that thing  is you .”

Blair burst into a fit of laughter. It really had been a long time since Blair and Marisol were together, because Blair should’ve seen that coming and she didn’t. “You’re not wrong. I have been coming a lot, but it’s mostly my own doing while picturing her face.”

Marisol scoffed at her. “That was so fucking cheesy, I’m not sure if I should love it or hate it. Also, don’t think I missed the fact that you said mostly. ”

“So, we might have had sex just one more time, and it might’ve been fucking mind-blowing… again.”

“I mean, it better be for how little you’re getting laid,” Marisol said with a laugh.