CONFESSION
”CONFESSION”
“And omg, I was sooo excited when I saw it was Flipwart!” Marcy exclaimed, tapping her hands on her feet in the memory.
“Ehh, not too exciting for me you know, after you almost made me kill Hoppop” Anne spoke back in a lighthearted joke.
“Okkkkkk, I said I was sorry right?” Marcy joined back in.
“I know y’a goof, I was just teasing y’a” Anne replied.
Although most people wouldn’t take almost being killed and forced to kill someone as a joke and they would be traumatized, Anne was used to it. She was in Amphibia for frog’s sake! Anne was busy laughing at the joke she just made but noticed Marcy had gone silent. It wasn’t uncommon for Marcy to be quiet but she was laughing alongside Anne just moments ago.
“Wassup dude? Something wrong?” Anne asked, thinking maybe her dark humour had made Marcy feel guilty about earlier today.
Marcy looked down. “Nono, nothing’s wrong it’s just-“ she paused then looked back up at Anne. “Your just really pretty when you laugh” Marcy said at last.
Anne blinked a few quick times and her heart seemed to skip a beat. She was only starting her internal freak-out when Marcy continued talking.
“Also, do you want me to brush your hair? I brought a few combs from Newtopia and it doesn’t seem like there’s any that would work for your hair here in Wartwood”
“Yup! Yeah sure, ok!” Anne replied trying to act perfectly normal as if she wasn’t still trying to processes Marcy calling her pretty just moments ago. Luckily, someone knocked on the door before Marcy could question Anne’s response.
Marcy got up to check who it was, but not before tripping over a dinning table corner, which took the curtain mounted on the wall beside off it’s hooks before she made it to the door. Anne got up to fix Marcy’s mess.
“Heyy, you guys all good in here?” Sprig asked concerned from the doorway.
“Yup! I just um..” Marcy stepped to the side to show what she had just done by tripping and Anne cleaning the mess up.
“Ok I’m not gonna question it but- the reason I’m here is because the plan was for Anne to come back at some point but if you two wanna have a sleepover then go ahead. Just saying”
“Oh yeah! Marcy just said she’d brush my hair then I’ll come back, kay’?” Anne replied, walking to the doorway beside Marcy.
“Ok, if you say so” Sprig said, eyeing the two girls with heavy suspicion. He seemed to mouth at Anne ‘I know what you are’ then hop back to the house.
“Ok, let’s begin! Sit on the bed!” Marcy commanded, fiddling around in a jar of different sized combs until she found a good one.
“Wouldn’t it be easier if I sat in the ground-“
“Nonsense,” Marcy interrupted, “you will sit on the bed because it is comfier then the ground”
“Eh, that makes your job harder but alright” Anne agreed, sitting near the edge of the borrowed bed where she had already filled up the space with pillows and stuffies. When she turned her head, Marcy began brushing, starting at the edges and working her way in.
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Anne wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but Marcy had made a ton of progress on her hair when she spoke.
“So, anyone on the mind of yours?” Marcy asked, trying to start a conversation.
“Um-“ You Anne thought You, only you. Always you. “No one in particular, and plus, we’re in a world full of frogs, newts, and toads! You expect me to take interest in one of them? Gross Marcy” Anne said as a recovery. She thought she did pretty good.
“Ew no! Not anyone from here silly! From back home before- .. -we were sent here” Marcy paused seeming to want to say one thing but caught herself and said another. Anne didn’t want to question it.
“Oh, well still no one in particular. Other than people in magazines you know?” No way was she just about to tell Marcy that she liked her. Those were words that could be thought, and fantasized, but never spoken.
A few minutes later Marcy was finished brushing Anne’s hair, and she turned to face her. She didn’t want to leave, but she also didn’t want to prove Sprig right and stay, because if she did, tomorrow that’s all he would talk about.
“Hey Anne?” Marcy said a bit sheepishly.
“Yeah dude?” Anne replied.
“Do you remember earlier, when I called you pretty?”
“I- Um- yeah why?” Anne stuttered. That question surprised her. It was very out of the blue. Anne could feel a sweat forming behind her ears as she waited for what Marcy was going to say.
“Well, I mean it. You look very pretty. Not just when you laugh but all the time…” Marcy muttered low but loud enough for Anne to still hear it.
Anne felt like a Cupid just shot an arrow through her heart. It felt like it was going to beat it’s way right out of her chest and spill her feelings all out in front of Marcy.
“Especially right now…” she added in a quieter voice. Barely louder than a whisper.
Anne didn’t know what she was going to do, or how she was going to respond. Her head was shutting down. Anne’s face flushed.
Think Anne, think. How do you respond?
But Anne’s hands seemed to have a mind of their own. They slowly traced up her arms and neck and cupped her face. Marcy shivered under her soft touch. Marcy slowly raised her hands and grabbed the outside of Anne’s, but she didn’t remove them from her cheeks. Her neck felt hot. Anne didn’t know what to do, staying in this position was unbearable, her face so close to Marcy’s. Yet she couldn’t moved, trapped by a flustered feeling that seemed to have a chokehold on her every thought.
Marcy suddenly turned her face away from Anne’s, causing their hands to drop.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, especially when we should be thinking of a way to find Sasha” Marcy spoke, her logical thinking overturning her emotions Anne presumed.
“Y-you’re right, I’m sorry” Anne sputtered. What was she thinking? She wasn’t, that’s why. Marcy was right yet again, of course she was.
Marcy got up and sat at the table which held a map of Amphibia she brought from Newtopia. She started studying it like they had been before. Anne soon joined her, but couldn’t pay attention at all. Her mind was still racing from what she almost did moments ago.
“I really don’t know where she could be Anne. We’ve checked almost the whole valley. Maybe it’s time we pass the mountains?” Marcy spoke, but it felt distant to Anne. All she could think about is how she almost kissed Marcy without even asking, and how close the two of them were in this moment.
“Anne?” Marcy spoke again when she got no response.
“Huh?” this took her back to reality, “sorry dude, yeah, maybe we should start searching around ____” Anne placed her finger on a part of the map near the exit from the mountains.
“Possibly, but didn’t we search that already? What about over here?” Marcy pointed to a wetland not to far from where Anne’s hand rested, but definitely some Kilometres from her spot.
“Maybe” Anne breathed. Their hand were so close, if only…
Marcy’s head dropped and she let out a tired sigh. “Why is this so hard? Why is Sasha hiding from us?”
Anne grabbed Marcy’s hand and looked her in the eyes. “I don’t know why Sasha’s hiding or what she’s plotting, but what I do know is together we’ll find her and restore the box,” She said fiercely, “but we have to take it one step at a time. First things first is we need to prep for the second temple, that’s easy enough right?”
Marcy nodded, then for a brief moment her eyes flicked to their hands. Anne’s blushed, realizing what they’ve done they quickly pulled her hand away from Marcy’s.
“I’m so sorry I-“ Anne started, but was interrupted.
“It’s ok, I just,” Marcy took her hand again, interlocking her fingers in Anne’s.
“I like it”.
Marcy’s smile made Anne feel dizzy. Her hands felt clammy and she was a little confused why Marcy even wanted to hold it.
Anne looked down, not meeting Marcy’s eyes. Is this platonic? Does she know I like her?
“I’m not that oblivious Anne, I know you like me,” Marcy replied, seeming to read her mind, “and if it isn’t obvious, I like you too”.
That was something she’d never thought she’d hear from Marcy, ever.
“You do?” Anne said, second guessing what she heard.
“Yes, I do” Marcy said, her face turning a lovely shade of pink presumably from embarrassment.
“Oh” is all Anne could say.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, their hands held together and looked away from each other.
“Mars?” Anne said when she couldn’t bare the silence anymore.
“Hm?” She replied, but didn’t look at her.
“Do you- I’m just-,” Anne paused, “I don’t know how to word it”
Marcy finally turned to Anne, but her other hand covered some on her face. “Anne I know what you’re going to ask, and no, you didn’t make me mad or anything. I’m just, so embarrassed right now” she confessed.
“I’m trying to play it cool but it’s not working, it’s just, your the first person I’ve ever liked and I never expected you to like me back!” she took a moment to breath.
“Me too” Anne said, grabbing both of Marcy’s hands and holding them close to her chest. Marcy stared at her. Anne thought about it for a moment, then placed a quick kiss on Marcy’s forehead. Marcy let out a small gasp as Anne pulled back. Before she could let it sink in what she had just done, she ran out and back to the Planter’s home.