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“I think I’m really going to miss it,” she says, wandering around the shelter for a moment before getting her hands on a chair a few feet away, and pulling it up beside Seb at the vanity. She scooches her chair in and leans in closer to Seb, and makes brief eye contact with them in the mirror. Both reflections stare back, and right away, they burst into a fit of giggles together. It's a nice change. “You know, three months ago, if you’d have told me I’d be saying I’d miss the chaos of putting together a musical with all of you dorks, I’d have totally looked at you as if you’re mad, Sebby.”“I get that. It does kind of just pull you in, huh?” They say as they finally start to come down from their joint giggle-high. Kourtney turns from the mirror to face Seb head-on. They can see there’s something deeper in her eyes, in the way she’s smiling at Seb, and they suddenly feel their palms start to sweat a bit. Kourtney’s the only person they’ve ever really told about…well, about Sharpay, and how she made them feel, even if it was about as vague as they could’ve made it. —or, the trans shoes seb and kourtney besties fic ive been meaning to write literally since 109 premiered