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Sasha:
Sasha was first to wake up, at least she thought so. She opened her eyes and was surprised to see soft, black hair centimeters from her face. She breathed in deeply; she was surrounded by Anne's and Marcy's scents. Slowly, she propped herself up with her elbow and looked at Marcy and Anne. They both looked so peaceful. Anne's hair was a mess, and Sasha could already hear her complaining about it when she woke up. Marcy was safely snuggled into Anne's chest, clinging to her shirt, she stirred a little when Sasha started removing her hand. Sasha could see her pout. It made her heart do backflips.
"Why must they both be so cute!" internally scream Sasha.
She still had to get up, Grime must be worried about her disappearing. She wondered what Olivia and Yunan were doing, she had promised to tell them when they left Marcy's room, but they hadn't, and it's been a long time since then. They were probably worried. Sasha slowly removed her hand from where it lay, wrapped around Marcy's waist. Marcy stirred and let out a little whine, shattering Sasha's heart. For a second, she worried that Marcy would wake up, but then Anne pulled her closer into her embrace, protectively wrapping her arm and tail around Marcy. Marcy calms down. Sasha is suddenly reminded how much of an outcast she is.
"They're happy, that all that matters" reminds herself Sasha.
She ignores the way her chest hurts and instead grabs her cane, gets off the bed, and leaves silently. As she walks the still empty halls, be it from everyone still being asleep, or because almost everyone is outside, she can't help but wonder if they'll really be friends again. Anne and Marcy can just be friends together, they care much more about each other than about her, and they have been friends from the beginning. Sasha makes it to her room. She changes, careful to avoid hurting her back, and then just sits in silence.
"Did you see them? The way Anne, still asleep, heard or maybe felt Marcy's fear and pulled her closer. The way Marcy instantly calmed down. I'll always be the second choice" thought Sasha, "they were made for each other, they don't really need me, they can be the perfect duo"
Sasha squeezes her eyes shut and pushes those thoughts away, afraid that thinking about them for too long will cause her to cry. She can't cry right now; she has things to do. Like helping Grime and the Dwarfs rebuild the Towers, and maybe planning the party.
"Not that Grime will allow that, he'll say something like 'you're too injured to be helping us' or something" Sasha imitates Grimes voice.
She can't help but smile. Not so long ago, she would have thought that this meant that Grime didn't trust her or thought she wasn't strong enough, she would have tried to do it anyway to prove that she wasn't weak. But now, after hearing Grime say that he loves her, she sees it differently. She sees it as him worrying and caring about her. Something warm sparked in Sasha's chest. She pushed herself off of her bed and nodded curtly. She doesn't have time to waste, she needs to heal and then help Grime. With that goal in mind, she limps out of her room and heads to grab something to eat. While eating, a thought suddenly hit her.
"Oh Frog, what will Anne and Marcy think when they wake up and I'm gone?" Sasha grabs her cane and starts getting up, then stops herself, "Actually... would they even be worried? Probably not, they know I can handle myself. But... what if they think I left because of... I don't know. They could take it all wrong"
Sasha knows that it's a stupid thought. They wake up, they see that Sasha isn't there, they'll figure out that she woke up and left, easy like that. Yet for some reason, anxiety was blooming in her chest, it made it hard to breathe. She grabbed her cane again and hurriedly limped towards Marcy's room. Even if the chances of them taking her not being there all wrong and destroying their friendship were low, Sasha didn't want to risk it. She was free all day, she might as well spend her time with them. She makes it to the door and pauses. She can hear crying.
"Oh no. It happened. They took it all wrong. Does Marcy think I hate her? Oh Frog, Anne will hate me" Sasha panics.
Her mind races for something to say when she enters, but she can't think of anything. She can't keep standing there any longer, the longer she doesn't appear the worse the situation gets, she needs to knock on the door. She needs to do something before things get worse. Sasha raises her hand to knock.
"I-I'm so s-sorry, it's m-my fault" she hears Marcy say.
Sasha doesn't bother knocking, she just slams open the door and staggers inside.
Anne:
Anne wakes up slowly. She tries stretching, but something whines and clings harder to her. Anne pauses and then opens her eyes fully. In front of her is a mop of black hair. She places her hand back and the person relaxes. It takes Anne a few more seconds to figure out who she's cuddling with. Her mind screams at her. She tries to calm down her heart, hoping Marcy's can't hear it. Then confusion takes over her panic.
"Wasn't Sasha with us? I'm pretty sure she was" Anne's brows knit together, she tries to remember the previous night.
She remembers trying to leave, but Marcy didn't want them to, so they stayed. They cuddled, the three of them, together. Anne's whole face turns bright red, she's grateful that Marcy is asleep, and Sasha isn't there. After calming down a little, she looks around the room, but it's empty.
"Sasha probably woke up early, like always, and left" figures Anne.
She continues to lie with Marcy. After a while, her hand rises and she gently strokes Marcy's hair, careful not to pull on it. It's longer than before the war. It used to be higher than her shoulders, now it was below. Anne wonders if Marcy will keep it like that or if she'll cut it, either way, she'll still be as cute as ever. Another blush rushes to Anne's cheeks. She's forever grateful that no one can see her. She continues stroking Marcy's hair.
"Anne?" sleepily mumbles Marcy.
Anne's heart almost jumps out of her chest. She pulls her hand away and over her heart, trying to catch her breath.
"Goodness gracious, Marcy! You scared the crap out of me!" Anne tries to calm her heart.
"Sorry" squeaks Marcy.
Anne looks down on Marcy, who has shifted away and slightly curled into herself, making herself smaller. She looks scared. Guilt washes over Anne, she gently grabs one of Marcy's hands and strokes her knuckles.
"Hey, hey, it's alright, you just surprised me, I thought you were asleep" "Oh Frog, you were awake while I stroked your hair"
Anne tries not to die from embarrassment. She was stroking Marcy's hair, and Marcy was awake! Then again, she didn't stop her. Anne bit her bottom lip. Marcy looks up at her, she looks less scared. Then Marcy looks over her shoulder and then back at Anne, confused.
"Wasn't Sasha with us?" she asks.
"Yeah, she probably woke up early and left, you know her, early riser and all that" shrugs Anne.
Marcy looks confused. Anne suddenly remembers that Marcy wasn't with them while they lead the Resistance, she didn't know about Sasha's internal clock and sleeping schedule, unlike Anne.
"Ah, I'll explain later, we should probably start getting up too" Anne props herself up with her hand.
She starts rising, when suddenly Marcy gasps. Anne snaps her head and looks at her, fear grips her. A thousand thoughts race through her mind in the second it takes for her to look back at Marcy. Marcy looks pale, her eyes are wide open, and one hand is covering her mouth. She's staring at Anne, but not at her face. Anne follows her gaze, and her eyes fall on her right arm. It was covered by her cape, but she must have moved in her sleep, because it wasn't covering her arm anymore. Anne sits up, quickly fixing the cape.
"Shit. This wasn't supposed to happen like this, I was supposed to show her when Sasha was here too. This isn't the way she was supposed to find out" cursed Anne.
Marcy still looks like she's seen a ghost. Anne winces.
"I was going to tell you! I promise. I- I just- I... uh... I wasn't sure how to? And I thought... yesterday- well... I just thought it would be a lot? You know, everything in one day sounded like a bad idea, so I-" rambled Anne.
Anne sees tears streaming down Marcy's face. The words die on her tongue.
"W-was it... Darcy?" asks Marcy.
Anne isn't sure what to say, she knows that Marcy will feel guilty if she says that it was Darcy, but she also knows lying is wrong and will only make things worse.
"Y-yeah" whispers Anne.
Marcy lets out a sob, she cries harder. Anne pulls her up so she's also sitting and pulls her into a hug. Marcy cries into her shoulder, her sobs breaking Anne's heart.
"I-I'm so s-sorry, it's m-my fault" Marcy says between sobs.
Anne wants to tell Marcy it isn't her fault, but the door is suddenly thrown open. This startles both of them. Anne instinctively pulls Marcy closer, ready to protect her from anything that's about to appear. Marcy clings to Anne, her wing hides her face a little, but Anne knows she's peeking out from between the feathers. Sasha staggers into the room, surprising all of them. She looks distressed and worried. She glances at Anne, then at Marcy, then back at Anne. She limps forward and sits on the bed, letting the cane fall to the ground. The loud thud makes all of them flinch, especially Marcy.
"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have left, I-" starts apologizing Sasha.
"Wait, why are you apologizing?" interrupts Anne.
Sasha stops and looks up at her. They both look at each other, confusion written all over their faces.
"Is the scar over your eye also from Darcy?" whispers Marcy.
Sasha inhales sharply. Anne watches as she glances at Marcy, then at Anne, then at Anne's exposed right arm. Things seem to finally connect. Sasha looks back at Anne, her eyes asking her if Marcy knows. Anne nods. The three of them are all silent, before Sasha seems to remember that Marcy asked her a question.
"Yeah, it's from Darcy" she answers at last.
Marcy:
Marcy's world shatters once again. She was at fault for the scar around Olivia's and Yunan's necks. They didn't tell her where the scars were from, but Marcy wasn't dumb, she saw them with the purple collars around their necks, she knew those collars were what left the scars. It was her fault. To make things worse, because of her, Anne lost her arm, Sasha probably couldn't see in one eye and her back was injured, which caused her to limp. More tears streamed down Marcy's face.
"I- I'm sorry"
She had said that so many times already. She had seen the scar over Sasha's eye, but Sasha didn't say anything, so she didn't want to push. Now she knew why Sasha didn't say anything. Neither of them wanted to tell her because it was her fault.
"It isn't your fault, it's Darcy's" growled Sasha.
"Sasha's right, you don't have to apologize for what they did" agreed Anne.
Marcy just cried more. Sobs racked her body. Her chest hurt, she wasn't sure if it was the stab wound or her heart, maybe it was both. She wants to tell them at it is her fault, that if she had just told everyone about the war, this wouldn't have happened, but her words fail her. She can't speak, the words die on her tongue. She shakes her head, hoping it will get the message across.
"Marcy, you weren't the one who hurt us, you didn't cause these injuries, you aren't at fault," says Anne.
The message was received, but they still refused to listen to her. Marcy wonders how she deserved such great friends, they were able to forgive her for not telling them about the war, and now they refused to believe she was at fault for their injuries. Marcy cries harder. She cried so much in the past week, it's tiring. Her head hurts, her chest hurts, her legs are sore. She just wants to run away, fall asleep and find herself in the void again. She wouldn't be able to hurt anyone if she was far away. For a second, she considers running away, but it's a dumb idea. Anne is still holding her, and Sasha is in her way, plus she can't even stand yet, much less run.
"B-but it is" Marcy forces the words out of her mouth, "if I-I had just t-told you a-about the w-war, this wouldn't ha-have h-happened. You w-wouldn't have fought D-Darcy, and you w-wouldn't have g-gotten injured"
Marcy pushes all those words out in a rush, she isn't even sure what she said made sense, she hopes it did, she doesn't think she can say all that again. Her throat hurts a lot, she can't even breathe properly anymore. Anne pulls her impossibly closer. Marcy feels Sasha scooch closer and also hug her. It's warm and safe and comfortable.
"You don't deserve this. You don't deserve this. You will never deserve this. You don't deserve happiness. You don't deserve them. You don't deserve anything. This is all my fault. If I had just told them about the war, they wouldn't have come to the tower, Anne wouldn't have been captured, she wouldn't have lost her arm. Sasha wouldn't have been injured. They wouldn't have to make the Resistance while hiding from Darcy's robots. So many people died because of me. If I had just told them, if I wasn't such a coward, if I just... told them" thought Marcy.
"Marcy, we chose to fight them. We could have run away but we stayed. We forgave you for not telling us about the war, but the injuries aren't your fault," said Sasha.
Marcy buried her face deeper in Anne's shoulder, trying to muffle her sobs. She didn't agree, she still believed that it was her fault, but... for now, she would believe them, just for now. Marcy's sobs became quieter, the tears stopped. She still had a headache, but at least she could properly breathe now. Sasha and Anne stayed by her side the whole time, neither of them leaving.
Sasha:
A couple days later, Sasha checked the wheelchair. She had ordered the same person who made Anne's hand last time to make a new hand for Anne and to make Marcy a wheelchair. She was hoping that this way Marcy would be able to attend the party, without needing to walk. Sasha's own walking got better, she wasn't limping as heavily, and she could take a few steps without her cane now. Grime said that soon enough she wouldn't need the cane at all. Sasha hoped that by the time the party came, she would be able to walk without any help.
"Anne said there will be a dance, I wonder if Anne and Marcy will want to dance. Can all three of us dance? Together?" wondered Sasha.
She grabs the handles and pushes the wheelchair forward; the wheels rotating smoothly. Sasha thanks the person and pushes the wheelchair out of the room. Unfortunately, a flight of stairs stops her from reaching Marcy's room. If she wasn't injured, she would have been able to pick it up and carry it up the stairs, but she couldn't even walk without a cane, much less carry a wheelchair up a flight of stairs. Luckily for her, Sasha had already asked Yunan to meet her at the staircase and help carry the wheelchair. Yunan made her way down the stairs and picked up the wheelchair.
"Damn... this is one hell of a wheelchair" nods Yunan.
She easily carries the wheelchair to the top of the staircase. Sasha follows close behind. They walk over to Marcy's room. Yunan pushes open the door and pushes the wheelchair inside. Sasha can hear a gasp. She limps in as well, smiling at Marcy. Marcy glances at the wheelchair, then at Yunan, then at Sasha, and back at the wheelchair.
"Is this... for me?" she asks.
"Of course, kiddo" chuckles Yunan.
Yunan and Olivia help Marcy into the wheelchair, while Sasha stands awkwardly in the doorway, she feels like she's intruding on a family moment. It reminds her of the mission with Ivy, Maddie, and Mrs. Sundew. Back then she also felt like an outcast. She shakes the thought out of her mind, reminding herself that she too had a family. Grime, Percy, and Braddock were her family. She backs out of the room as Yunan wheels Marcy out of the room. Olivia is walking by her side, making sure that she's comfortable. Sasha lags behind, not wanting to intrude on their moment.
"Sasha? Are you alright? Are we walking too quickly?" asks Olivia.
Sasha looks up. The three of them had stopped when they noticed Sasha lagging behind. Olivia looked worried. Sasha felt something pierce her heart, and at the same time, something bloomed in her chest.
"Ah, no, it's alright, I just got lost in thought" chuckled Sasha.
She catches up to them. It feels nice.
"This place is really not made for wheelchairs" mutters Yunan when they get to the staircase.
Sasha winces. While she technically didn't make the basement, that was made by the Plantars long before any of them were even born, she was the one in charge of renovating it. She was the one who told everyone to make the staircases. It never occurred to her that they would need ramps for people who couldn't walk up staircases. Yunan picked Marcy up and slowly made her way down the stairs. Olivia and Sasha carefully picked up the wheelchair and carried it down. It took a lot of coordination to not cause either of them to go tumbling down the stairs.
"There, now let's hope Anne meets us at the entrance" says Sasha as she and Olivia place down the wheelchair.
To her relief, Anne is at the entrance. Yunan picks up Marcy again, while Anne and Olivia pick up the wheelchair. Sasha limps behind. She hopes she heals soon enough, so she can actually start helping, instead of limping behind everyone. When they make it outside, Sasha watches Marcy's reaction. Marcy had never seen Wartwood, not before the war or during the war, so this would be her first time seeing it. Marcy looks around, watching everyone work together.
"So, this is where you grew up" she mumbles.
"Well... partially, I also grew up in the ocean" chuckles Anne.
Yunan and Olivia have to leave to help everyone rebuild, they leave Marcy with Sasha and Anne. Anne pushes the wheelchair while Sasha walks by her side. They show Marcy all of Wartwood. By now, half of all the houses are rebuilt and the other half is being rebuilt. Sasha had seen Wartwood before it was completely destroyed, and it was coming closer and closer to looking like it used to with each day. Sasha and Anne are so busy showing Marcy everything that they don't notice her going quiet. At last, Sasha hears a sniffle. Anne must have heard it too, because she stops pushing the wheelchair and leans forward to see Marcy's face. Sasha leans from the side. She can see tear slowly falling down Marcy face.
"Oh Frog. Marcy, what's wrong? Does something hurt?" worries Sasha.
Anne steers the wheelchair into an alleyway between two rebuilt houses, away from curious eyes. Sasha stands by the wheelchair, blocking anyone's view of the alleyway. Anne kneels down next to the wheelchair, gently holding Marcy's hand. Sasha wants to kneel down as well, but she fears that she won't be able to get back up if she does that.
"Is... everything else also destroyed? The Dwarf Towers? The villages? The towns?" asks Marcy.
"Well..." Sasha glances at Anne, who shrugs, "y-yeah... a lot of things were destroyed by Darcy's robots"
Sasha already knows where this is going. Marcy will feel like it's her fault again, even though Darcy was the one who caused all the destruction.
"Before you say anything, it isn't your fault" she says.
Marcy opens her mouth, then closes it. Sasha wonders for a second if she had been too harsh, she hopes she wasn't forcing Marcy to shut up. She learned not that long ago that talking usually made people feel better.
"Darcy was the one who sent out the robots, they were the ones who told the robots to destroy everything. See, not your fault" agrees Anne.
Anne reaches out and wipes away Marcy's tears, smiling at her softly. Marcy smiles back, but it's a watery smile. Sasha isn't sure what to do, she was never the best at comforting people, talking about feelings wasn't her specialty, she preferred to punch things.
"What if everyone hates me? What if everyone else thinks it's my fault?" asks Marcy.
Her voice is so quiet that Sasha almost misses it.
"No one will hate you. They all know it's not your fault, they all blame Darcy, because it's their fault, and everyone knows this" Sasha reassures her.
Marcy wipes away her tears and sniffles. Her eyes are red and puffy. Sasha bites her bottom lip and thinks.
"How about... grabbing something to eat? Stumpy's restaurant is already rebuilt, we could get something there" suggests Sasha.
Eating something good always made Sasha feel better. As well as training, blasting or playing music, and smashing things, but she felt like those things weren't for Marcy.
"That's a great idea!" jumps up Anne, smiling brightly, "I'm pretty sure he has pancakes on the menu today!"
Marcy looks at the two of them and shrugs. Anne grabs her hand.
"Come on, let's eat something, it'll make you feel better" she says.
Marcy chews her bottom lip, then reluctantly agrees. They make their way to Stumpy's. Sasha can smell the sweet scent of pancakes when they get closer, it makes her mouth water and her stomach growl. Anne laughs at that, which causes a blush to appear on Sasha's cheeks. She looks away so Anne doesn't notice it. When they make it to Stumpy's, they order a plate of pancakes. They decide to share one instead of order one for each. Stumpy tells them it's on the house. They sit down at a lonely table, far off to the side, it gives them some much needed privacy. Sasha wants to take a bite out of the pancakes, but she waits until either Anne or Marcy makes the first move. Marcy isn't even holding her fork, so Sasha waits for Anne to make the first move. Anne cuts off a piece and eats it, chewing slowly.
"Mm! This is so good!" hums Anne.
Sasha cuts off a piece and tries it.
"This is so good" she says, her mouth full.
Marcy finally picks up her fork. She cuts of a small pieces and places it in her mouth. Sasha tries not to stare, but she wants to see Marcy's reaction. Marcy's face lights up, she seems to melt with delight, her eyes close and she hums. Sasha grins. She takes cuts off another piece. Soon enough the three of them finish eating the pancakes. They sit at the table for a little longer, there is a comfortable silence over them, but Sasha has to break it.
"What will you be wearing to the party?" she asks.
The invitations have already been sent out to everyone. It clearly said on the invitation that there would be no need for formal wear or even anything fancy, just anything they had. After all, many people were still homeless. They didn't exactly have clothes store open so everyone could get a suit or dress.
"Hmm... I have a couple of dresses and skirts back home" shrugs Anne.
The Reptiles were the luckiest. Darcy's army had never gotten to the ocean, so none of their homes were destroyed. Sasha mentally went through all her clothes that she still had. It was mostly armor, tunics, and sweatpants. She did have a pale pink skirt that fell just below her knees, she could also probably find a button-up shirt to go with it.
"I'll probably wear a skirt as well" she says.
They both turn to look at Marcy. Marcy is playing with her fingers, Sasha wonders for a second if she had heard the question. She's about to repeat herself, but then Marcy raises her head.
"I'll have to ask Olivia and Yunan" she shrugs.
Sasha and Anne nod.
"I heard that everyone will be bringing food" said Sasha, in hopes of keeping this conversation going.
Anne's face lights up.
"Oh yeah! My parents have already planned to bring some of their favorites from their restaurant!" Anne waves her hand, "I warned them that it might be too spicy for some people, but they said they'll just put up a sign or something. I'm pretty sure they're trying to promote their restaurant"
Sasha laughs at that.
"I'll have to make sure Grime tries some of that" she chuckles.
Grime was the winner of a spice contest back at the Dwarf Tower, but their food wasn't that spicy. Sasha wondered how he would handle Oum's and Bee's parents. They continued to talk about the upcoming party. Marcy stayed quiet for most of the conversation, only saying a couple words here and there. Sasha tried to keep her in the conversation, so she didn't feel left out, but Marcy didn't seem to want to talk that much. Sasha had even tried to steer the conversation to one of Marcy's favorite topics, board games and books, but Marcy had looked even more nervous at that, so Sasha steered it back.
"Ah! Would you look at the time! I think we should start heading back" suddenly said Anne.
She was looking at the setting sun. Sasha turned to look as well; she hadn't noticed how much time had passed. They've been outside for a few hours now, Olivia and Yunan might get nervous. Sasha stood up and then paused. She glanced at the setting sun once again, there was still a little bit of time before sunset. Sasha glanced at a hill she used to visit daily, before things got more hectic.
"Hey, guys?" she called out.
Anne, who had started wheeling Marcy away, stopped and turned around. Sasha saw Marcy trying to see what was happening.
"I want to show you something, it'll only take a few minutes" she said.
Anne glanced back at Marcy. Marcy glanced between the two and seemed to get the message. The choice was up to her. Sasha and Anne weren't in a hurry, they could both hang around till nightfall.
"Well... if it'll only take a few minutes" Marcy still looked uncertain.
"It'll only take a couple minutes, and then we'll bring you right back" promised Sasha.
Marcy looked uncertain for a second, but then nodded. Sasha led the way; Anne pushed the wheelchair behind her. Sasha tries to hurry, but she can't run, and Anne can't push the wheelchair too fast. They started going up a small hill. Sasha glanced back when she heard Anne's breathing getting harder. Anne was pushing the wheelchair up the hill, she was struggling, since she still didn't have her prosthetic. Sasha went back and helped her, even though she couldn't really push that hard. They made it to the top of the hill just in time for the sunset. Sasha and Anne made the wheelchair face the sunset. Anne kneeled on Marcy's right, while Sasha stood on Marcy's left. They all watched the sunset.
"It's... beautiful" whispered Marcy.
"Yeah" agreed Sasha, "I used to come here every day to watch the sunset, but then I got busier, and couldn't come anymore"
Anne sat down on the ground. Sasha glanced at her, she saw how she picked up a white flower and then got up. She leaned in and tucked it behind Marcy's ear. Marcy blushed and looked away, stammering. Anne didn't seem to notice and just went back to looking at the sunset. She must have noticed Sasha staring, because she glanced at her and tilted her head a little. Sasha looked away instantly, feeling a blush creeping to her cheeks.
"Damn it, why must I get so flustered" cursed Sasha.
They continued to watch the sunset. Sasha spared a glance at Anne and Marcy. Anne's eyes were shining, the light making her scales shimmer. Marcy was smiling softly. The flower that Anne tucked behind her ear was now in her hands, and she was gently fidgeting with it. Sasha looked back at the sunset. The sky turned darker and darker; stars started appearing. Sasha smiled, someday she would like to stargaze with Anne and Marcy, but not today. Once the sky turned completely dark, Anne suggested heading back before anyone got worried. They slowly and carefully went down the hill, making sure that the wheelchair didn't roll down. Once they were back inside, Yunan and Olivia greeted them.
"Ah! Let me help you" suggested Anne.
Yunan picked up Marcy, while Olivia and Anne picked up the wheelchair. Sasha followed close behind, she couldn't wait for the day when she didn't have to use the cane anymore, then she would finally be able to help. Once they were at the bottom of the stairs, Yunan placed Marcy back in the wheelchair. Anne insisted on helping them all the way back. Sasha decided to tag along. They made it to Marcy's room.
"Goodnight" said Anne.
Sasha waved. Marcy waved back, still holding the white flower. Sasha started walking away, she glanced back just in time to see the door closing. She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, she wanted to spend more time with Marcy. Sasha and Anne made it to the main hallway, Anne had to go the opposite way.
"Thanks for showing us your place" smiled Anne.
"Hm? Oh, you mean the hill? It's not exactly my place" chuckled Sasha.
Suddenly, Anne pulled her into a hug. Sasha's breath hitched, she froze for a second, then hugged Anne back. It was nice. Anne pulled back first; Sasha had to stop herself from pouting. She wondered when they could have their sleepover.
"Well... goodnight," said Anne.
She didn't leave right away, almost like she didn't want to, but before Sasha could really think about it, she turned around. Sasha rolled her eyes at herself, why did she think that Anne didn't want to leave? She was probably tired.
"Night" waved Sasha.
She started walking to her room. When she made it, she changed and lay down on her bed. She couldn't erase the stupid grin off her face, and she didn't want to. Sasha dreamt about hanging out with Marcy and Anne that night.