If Tatum noticed any blushing on her friend's cheeks, she didn't say a word about it. Seeing the tables turned between them, with Mackenzie as the victim of the ever present flustering, would pretty much have been Tatum's idea of the Twilight Zone. It might have broken her brain to even see it.

Instead of noticing her friend's blush, Tatum's own simply intensified as the senior smiled at her like that. It got her every time, and Tatum found herself tipping her head back and covering her eyes with one hand as she laughed. "Can you go for five seconds without hitting on somebody? Sexual harassment is like your oxygen," the red head joked.

When Mackenzie jumped off of the rock, Tatum straightened up to do the same, but immediately froze in place as the older girl leaned over her. She couldn't even suppress the little shiver that passed through her body as the blonde spoke so close to her ear. Her breath a little warm against her ear and neck, and Tatum noticed it immediately. She leaned away from her friend, scowling at her.

"Shit like that is why I wig! That's just-- what am I supposed to say to that!?" she protested sullenly. "Normal girls wear pj's at their sleepovers. I was pretty much under the impression that lesbian sleepovers only went topless and beyond on the internet. And God bless the internet."