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Anne stormed into the house and yanked her hair over her eyes. Her cheeks were still as red as ever from the previous…” incident.”
Why did I think my stupid butt, Anne Boonchuy, would be able to kiss the god that is Marcy Wu? I am truly the worst girlfriend.
She yanked open the trapdoor for her room and threw herself down the ladder.
Without scanning her room she fumbled for the bedside, ready to let go…and to face-plant into the cushy comforter-
“Anne?” Marcy wondered.
Anne shot straight up, and all the blood in her body rushed to her cheeks. Marcy had her hands crossed on her legs, and Sprig sat a good distance away, with the same sorrowful gaze. It looked like they were at a funeral.
“Oh! Heyyy, guys…” Anne just wanted to shrink away and perish. Those deep brown eyes gushed with sorrow only made it worse. Seeing Marcy upset…because of her…made her just want to-
Marcy whispered something to Sprig and Sprig whispered something back. Then he stood up and grab Anne’s arm.
He looked back at Marcy, and then he pulled Anne up the ladder, through the trapdoor, and out the front door.
Then he sat down by the suggestion barrel and let go of Anne.
“Hey dude,” Anne said, voice meek.
Sprig looked up at her, “I know what happened, Anne.” He said, raising his chin.
Anne slid down into a sit, “I know you know Sprig. Know I’ve made her upset and it’s all my fault!!”
Sprig didn’t say anything, he just picked at one of his webs. Anne crossed her arms and continued, “If I made her upset…I’m not a good girlfriend. I don’t deserve her.”
This confession reached Sprig and he laid a hand on her shoulder. “If you were such a bad friend why would we still be here? You’d be toting around with Sasha probably back home…or something. But you’re-“
“I let Sasha go!” Anne interrupted. She slammed her hands over her eyes and rolled onto her back. She groaned.
Sprig seemed upset, “Sasha let go of your hand! She was the bad friend, she tried to stab me, and because you are a good friend you tried to save me! An-and, uh, because you're the best friend you tried to save her after she tried to kill Hop Pop and me!”
Anne didn’t want to think of a comeback. So Sprig took this as an invitation to keep talking. “Marcy loves you! She just wanted to let you know, that one mistake doesn’t mean you are a bad girlfriend. Go talk to her.”
Anne stood up, and wiped her eyes, “Ugh! I- thanks Sprig…thanks kind of wise of you.”
Sprig grinned, “That’s because I’m the best boyfriend who ever-“
Anne let loose a watery smile. “Shut up, you.”
She hugged Sprig tight for a long time. Wrapping her lanky limbs around his tiny body in an attempt to wordlessly thank him for the advice.
She finally put him down, ruffed up his hair, and sprinted back to the house.
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Anne found Marcy in the basement, toying with some of Anne’s things, lost in her mind.
“Hey, Marcy,” Anne mumbled, looking at her lowly girlfriend. She expected her to run forward and hug the living life out of her, but instead, Marcy just looked up.
“Hey, Anne. What did Sprig say to you?” she asked, sitting up.
Anne clenched her fists and began to quiver, her body rocked back and forth, and then she collapsed on her knees.
“He said I'm a good friend, and that I deserve you, and that- that you deserve me and-and I deserve you and you love me and-” tears fell in huge mounds now, tumbling down her cheeks and onto the floor.
March stood up and raced towards Anne, wrapping her hands around her shoulders. She rocked her back and forth as Anne’s words grew into silence.
She started up at Marcy, her big eyes in sympathy, a soft grin parting her round cheeks.
Anne wrapped her arms around Marcy wanting to hold this perfect girl in this perfect moment forever. She lay her head on her shoulder and her girlfriend did the same.
Anne began to sob again, little tears she tried to hold back. And Marcy, began to cry harder than Anne, gripping her body tighter.
She pulled away from Anne’s shoulder to stare at her. Anne pulled up too. Her face was red and her eyes were puffy. And Marcy looked just barely better.
Anne thought for a moment about how to stop this from going sour.
“Can I kiss you?”
Anne asked, lips already pursing. Marcy responded, still choked up, “Wh- yes, please, thank you...”
Marcy continued mumbling as tears kept dripping, so Anne took initiative, all the blood in her body shot to her face. And she leaned in, cupping Marcy’s cheeks and pressing her lips with her girlfriend’s own.
Marcy pulled Anne closer and closed her eyes, rocking her back and forth, and tears shrinking back to their sacs.
Taste exploded on Anne’s tongue through the small part in between her lips, watermelon, sweet milk chocolate, explosive sweet flavours that she wanted to remain with forever. The tastes made her whole body tingle and shiver.
Then, they parted for air, Anne was wordless, “T-thanks Marcy.”
March taken aback, tried to lean in for more, planting small kisses all over Anne’s body, sending little sparks up her body.
She plopped them down her neck, around her collarbone and back up, kissing each cheek before gasping for breath.
“Wow,” she said, eyes tired. She planted her head on Anne’s shoulder, and Anne slid her down into her lap.
She yawned, placed a hand on Marcy’s shoulder and smiled. “I’m glad we can be like this,” she whispered. As her eyes fluttered away into sleep.