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Anne did mention she’d have to be up early for work the next day so it was no surprise she had fallen asleep on the couch. Her head was half nuzzled into Sasha’s shoulder and Marcy was too involved in watching The Batman for the fourth time this past year (and thirtieth time in general) to notice Sash trying to get their attention. It had probably been at least fifteen seconds of snapping when Marcy processed the noise and paused the movie.
“Yeah?”
Sasha then pointed to the girl leaning against her. Marcy started giggling which was responded to with a hand over her mouth. It caught her off-guard a bit.
“Quiet!” Sasha hissed. “Get off the couch. And get a blanket for Anne, please.”
“How am I supposed to know where she keeps her things?”
“I’d start with her bedroom, genius.”
Right.
Marcy really liked Anne’s apartment. It had two bedrooms, one bathroom, and half a kitchen with a tiny bit of extra space for her petite couch and TV. Everything was within each other’s distance which, to Marcy, was considered genuinely cozy. Of course, it would be a dream if Marcy could afford a place of their own, even half the size of Anne’s, in the foreseeable future.
The bedroom walls were painted a sort of Mint color and there were a few plant pots scattered throughout. Tucked in the corner was a small oak desk with some hand-drawn diagrams of different amphibian species’ anatomies hanging above it. Marcy went over to look at them; in all honesty, she thought they were imposing. Admittedly better than she could ever do themself. Marcy couldn’t help but smile when she remembered how Anne used to refuse to be within a six-foot radius of a frog or any creature of the sort.
The bed itself was simple but cute. Marcy almost felt bad taking the bed set off, it was so perfectly made. In fact, everything in the apartment was so precisely organized, in a manner Marcy could never imagine living in.
“Thought you got lost, Marce.”
When she walked back into the living “room” if it could even be considered that, Sasha had already laid Anne down in a comfortable position. He then decided to continue the movie and sit on the floor.
“Sash!”
“What?”
“You were supposed to wait.”
“Don’t remember you saying that,” she remarked as she turned to Marcy and flashed that signature smirk of his.
It felt like their heart skipped a beat.
“Fuck.” Marcy did not mean for that to be said aloud.
“Okay, my God, I’ll play it back, Mar-Mar.”
“Oh, I wasn’t talking to you.”
“Are you… okay?” Sasha slowly worded out.
Marcy felt herself go red in the face and prayed the television screen wasn’t bright enough to reveal that, “No, I mean yes, but no I am not having hallucinations or anything like that. If that’s what you thought.”
Sash just threw his head back and burst out laughing. Marcy stayed rooted in her place and joined in until Anne let out a quiet groan. Sasha started making a shushing sound and pressing her index finger onto her lips.
“You’re the one who started it,” Marcy chuckled as they seated themself beside Sasha.
Sasha reached over and gently adjusted the blanket over Anne, “I know, I know. I just... I missed you so much.”
There’s no way she means that.
Marcy, on the other hand, couldn't even begin to describe how their separation from Anne and Sasha affected her. Marcy hated herself for being such a good liar, but it did come in handy when they needed her friends under the impression that they were a fairly popular individual. They had no idea she had fabricated her entire social life, that she hadn’t made a friend in years, that she pushed away the few they’d made, and that she never sorted any of her shit out, choosing to take the easy routes instead. They couldn’t know she was terrified of herself ever since they realized what her selfishness was capable of. Truly, she was unsure of who she was sometimes, and just the feeling of uncertainty only added to Marcy’s fears. If Anne knew any of this, if Sasha knew about anything, she would lose them both, she couldn’t let that happen again when they just got them back.
Marcy could only muster up one word, “Really?”
Sasha tucked Marcy’s hair behind their ear, “Of course I did... Why would you think otherwise?”
Marcy turned her head away and didn’t say anything. She just held her breath thinking of how to change the subject, which led them to take off their sweatshirt and announce that it was getting hot. She noticed how Sasha almost looked like he was in physical pain watching Marcy’s attempt at lying.
She is studying psychology, after all.
Marcy only had a tank top underneath. And she didn’t imagine it would cause Sasha to look as horrified as he did.
“Oh my God, Marcy,” she gasped as she brushed his hand against Marcy’s chest.
Marcy flinched, unsure of what to do. Sasha seemed to notice and immediately started apologizing. Marcy then slapped her hand against their forehead. It never occurred to her that Sasha never saw the scar Andrias so kindly left behind.
“No, you’re fine,” she laughed. “I just didn’t realize it was the scar you were checking out.”
“Hey, not even I am that bold,” Sash snorted in response.
Marcy bit her lip and stared at Sasha’s dark eyes from underneath their eyelids, “I wouldn’t put it past you.”
Ew.
Sasha positioned herself in front of Marcy, “What, are you challenging me?”
My God, that smirk.
Marcy winced at her thoughts.
Ugh, stop it. Stop it. Don’t say that.
“Maybe,” she whispered.
Before either of them could continue carrying out a conversation, Sasha’s fingers were gripping the nape of Marcy’s neck. Marcy practically melted at the touch of Sasha’s lips against her own.
And that is when they remembered this wasn’t the first time.