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Tinkerbell always liked Silver Mist. From the moment she first met her, she was always kind, gentle, and sweet. You could say she took to her almost immediately. Everything about her was endearing and enticing. She could always so easily put a smile on your face. She was so patient with everyone around her. She always tries very hard to make everyone around her happy, and Tinkerbell loves that, 'cause much like Silver Mist, she tries the same thing. She strives to be like Silver Mist, even if she is rather hot-headed, unlike Silver Mist.
Over the years, she and Silver Mist only grew closer. And after a while, all the friendly stares between them suddenly felt different to her. They didn't seem quite so friendly anymore. There always seemed to be something else hidden behind the smile, almost like a longing or a distant desire of some kind. She could never quite place what it was, but she knew it was there all the same and couldn't help but wonder what it meant, even occasionally finding herself giving that same longing look but never really knowing what it meant.
She knew she constantly found herself staring at Silver Mist for seemingly no reason, and no explanation as to why. She couldn't help it. She stares at her for hours, still trying to memorize every little detail about her. How she looks, the way she acts, the way she presents herself, her personality, every little detail about her imaginable. She can't figure out why. She even finds herself doing it now and can't bring herself to look away, even if Silver Mist knows that she's staring at her. She just can't help it.
Tinkerbell suddenly finds herself thinking about Silver Mist, dreaming about her even though she dreams about all their past encounters and how all of them seem to be charged with something more than just a friendly hug or a friendly look. Touches seemed to linger somewhere, whether that be during a hug or trying to find a reason to touch her. Her hand always lingers on her shoulder, on her thigh, on her arm, holding her hand, anything she can think of, and she still doesn't know why. She knows she likes Silver Mist but only as a friend. She knows there can be nothing more than that, such a thing is outlandish, completely unaccepted and very society because it just doesn't make sense.
But all the same, she knows she can't deny it, not forever at least. She knows there's something romantic in her feelings, in the way she looks at Silver Mist, and the way she thinks about her and the way she dreams about her. The things she does to her, lingering hands, longing looks, and generally just wishing to be near her all the time. She knows she shouldn't feel this way, can't feel this way, but she can't stop. She's not entirely sure she wants to either, even if she feels like she has to.
So she decides to set out to see if Silver Mist feels the same way. She doesn't want to say she's stalked her, so to speak, but it may seem that way from an outsider's perspective. Just because you follow your friend around on a regular basis and always know what they're doing doesn't mean you're a stalker, even if she clearly is a stalker. But this is all in the name of figuring out whether or not Silver Mist feels the same way and whether or not she's willing to give in to these feelings the same way that Tinkerbell is. Guess she'll just have to wait and find out.