Two Weeks Earlier

"I'm home!"

Micro shouts from across the house. "How the what did you get in here?!" Lefty says, walking up to her. "I never gave you a key to my house!"

"I found one. Around the window cill in the back." Micro says. "Your not supposed to be in here!" Lefty shouts, grabbing her coat and hanging it up.

Micro makes a soft, almost innocent face. "I'm sorry. I really missed you..." Lefty's face became a bit more gently and welcoming.

"How can I be mad at you." Lefty mumbles with a smile. "Did you put the spare key back?" "Of course." Micro says while taking off her shoes. Lefty has a thing about shoes...

Anyways, they spend a day having fun, drinking tea. Until Micro says out of no where, "Hey, is it cool I invited a friend?" "Friend? Who?" Micro was silent for a second. "Frisk." "FRISK?!"

There drunk friend Lucy. Means well, but a liiiiiiitle insain with the alcohol. Nicknamed Frisk because of her frisky voice. (See what I did there? No? Okay... I'll leave.)

As if on cue, a knock at the door is heard. Lefty sighs as she gets the door. "Heeeerro Hefty!" Frisk says. "Frisk! How long has it been? 4 months?" Lefty says, trying to hide her feelings.

"Herdy der. Relax. I'm completely sober dude! Don't worry bout it!" Frisk says. "First time I've heard that. Also, considering you called me Hefty..."
"I say sober? I meant buzzed Hefty. Er, Messy."

"Lefty." "Whatever Kenny." Despite Frisk's drunkness, the girls had fun. Micro looked at Lefty with a blank stare. "What?" Lefty says back. "SLEEPOVER!!!" Micro shouts loudly. "Why not." Lefty says. "Frisk, ya wanna stay over?" "Sure dudet."

The girls did classic sleepover things. Pillow fights, truth or dare, played uno, but IT happened when they were all outside, laying in chairs next to each other Lefty had near her pool.

"This was fun!" Frisk slurs from her seat, somehow more drunk that she arrived. "Can I go in the pool?" She asked, a bit more clear. "Sure. But be careful." Lefty said. Micro found herself staring at Lefty's beautyful chocolate eyes.

Frisk rips off her cloths. Lefty blushes a bit but Micro just chuckles.

"Ya'll should join me, ya two love birds!" She shouts from in the pool after jumping in herself. "Love birds?" Lefty says, extremely confused. No one has EVER shipped them. Micro never had feelings for Lefty. Neither had Lefty.

"Micro! You said you would tell him!" Frisk said. "Uh, I'm a girl." (To all of you that's about to write a MicroAngle fanfiction, we're all girls here! But honestly, who cares these days, right? I'm just gonna play it off like it's normal, okay?)

Micro blushes gently as Lefty looks over. "Tell her what?" Lefty's says out of confusion. "I, uh. M-maybe, just, c-can't, uh, y-yes, I wanted to tell you something, but, uh I-I cannot, uh..." Micro continues squrting out random words, until she gets to the words, "Nevermind, Lefty."

"Tell me Micro. You can tell me anything!" The two were best friends, but Micro didn't want to tell Lefty what was on her mind. She knew she wasn't ready, but after staring into her eyes for a truly long moment, she just couldn't keep something like this from her.

"I... I have feelings. Feelings I've never felt for anyone before. For you." Micro points at Lefty. "Y-you can't possibly be serious!" Lefty shouts in denial. "As serious as us landing on the moon." Micro says quietly.

"Micro. I'm NOT interested." Lefty says, trying to ignore the rope being pulled at the back of her head, the rope trying to laso Micro in for a hug.

Micro stands, shocked as to what she had heard. The rope is always right. Lefty starts after her and grabs her wrist, causing her to be startled and knock down a table they had with a heat lamp. A couple fires later, Frisk has a soft burn on her hand, (Yeah I know, she was in the pool, but a spark landed on her or something, okay?) Lefty had a large burn all down her neck, and Micro was left unhurt. Lefty begins getting wosey, as the burn hurts so bad.

"You've done enough! You need to leave! You knew I wasn't gonna love you so you BURNED me! A-and probably tried to KILL me!" Lefty shouts. Micro doesn't bother with the "it was an accident!" stuff. She just walks off.

A/N
First off, theirs only three of us involved with the role play, how does this have a bunch of views?!?! Sorry, just curious. Second, all of us are writing stories now! All three! Check theirs out at
MicrowaveMadness
And
lucyfrisk

Thanks pals! All I have to say is, I STARTED IT!!!

-Lefty