Marley
I'm confused, but we're totally at least a bit closer
Thu Dec 21, 2017 00:14
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Something really weird was obviously happening. Marley usually talked a lot. Like her gran said, there wasn’t a gate to slow down anything from moving between her brain and her mouth, or maybe even any wall at all. If there was any sort of barrier, it was just a thin row of rocks laid out crookedly like when beach waves pushed them around in a wobbly line that didn’t really make a boundary or even impede you crossing over, just maybe caused you to pay a little more attention when stepping over. She could usually manage to pay attention when the ideas were stepping over to outside of her own head. But right now that wasn’t happening at all. Even Teal, whom Marley believed to have a proper-er type of wall normally, seemed to be whooshing out all of her words and seemed very surprised by that, too, since she kept starting and stopping but then not actually stopping and starting up again.

It was probably a good thing that Teal was starting and stopping a lot, because it meant that Marley was being considerate and paying very good attention in order to follow along, which in turn meant that her wonderings about what was happening to her brain-mouth connection were kept as vague enough thoughts to not entirely be thoughts at all and so didn’t erupt out of her in a long babbling chain.

And oh, wow, um, what, huh. Now she didn’t have even any not-entirely-thoughts in her head. Nope, not a one. Or rather, there was a one, but the one was just a big swirly question mark. Not even a confused-face emoji with a question mark. Just a question mark.

All that Marley could do for what felt like an hour was stare at Teal. Her purple lipgloss’d mouth had gaped open, but fortunately not in a drooling way, or maybe not fortunately because ‘not in a drooling way’ meant that really the only options left were ‘dead/dying’ and ‘speechless’ and neither of those were adjectives that Marley associated with herself.

The hour of staring turned back into what it really was, which was, like, a quarter of a minute, maybe, and then her brain caught up with what was happening. “Like you like-like me? I didn’t know you liked girls like that! I’ve never thought about dating a girl. Well, I’ve never dated a boy, really, even though I’ve thought about it.” This was accompanied by a helpless giggle, equal parts mildly embarrassed by the confession (although really it was nothing Teal didn’t know already since Teal was, like, her second-best friend, and that meant she told her basically everything she told Claudia or at least almost everything) and mildly concerned at realizing that she was babbling out her brains again. “I’ve had crushes on lots of boys, but either they don’t like me back and we just become friends instead, or they do something really mean or stupid and then I don’t want to date them or even be friends at all. I don’t know if that means I’m bad at dating, maybe, since I’ve never been good at it? Or does it just put me at, like, a neutral middle kinda place?”

Marley’s brain was right back up to speed now, so there was barely a pause for her to breathe before she continued on. “I’m so surprised. I hope that’s not a bad thing. Because I really am glad you told me the secret! Like, I’d much prefer to date you than him. Ew.” She made a face of Connor ugh gross mean egghead. This immediately transitioned to a Panic Face. “Oh, but dating you just ‘cause you’re a million times better than Connor, that would be bad too! You’re supposed to date people for who they are, not who they aren’t. That’s what my uncle says, and he’s actually been dating the same person for years and years, so he must know what he’s saying. And I definitely like you but I don’t know if I like-like you. I’ve never thought about liking girls. Or dating girls. Oops, did I already say that? But maybe we should go on a date. I mean, we’re at least friends already, which is better than any of the boys I used to like. And dates seem basically the same as hanging out except you can hold hands too, right? That seems fun. I’ve never held hands with anyone before--”

This confession was cut short by Marley’s pencil, which she had been passing between her hands and spinning a bit and tapping a bit, suddenly apparently giving up; the metal cap with the eraser pinged off and rolled away down the lab bench. “Umm I guess that’s a sign I should let you talk? But how do you stop talking? This is so weird. Oh, I know! You already did it!” Grinning, she dropped her pencil and smacked one hand over her mouth, although her free fingers started rapping against the table. Gosh, she was jittery today. At least this was taking her mind off her hockey murder time. Oh no, she’d just thought of it again. At least Teal had said it wasn’t awkward... Oh no, was Teal talking yet? She had to listen!

  • Let's try to make it good! - Teal, Mon Dec 18 00:35
    The good news was that Marley thought that Teal was cool. The bad news was that Marley mentioned Connor, but the good news to that was Marley had finally realized that Connor was a big butthead.... more
    • I'm confused, but we're totally at least a bit closer - Marley, Thu Dec 21 00:14
      • Yes, we're getting much closer - Teal, Fri Dec 29 15:56
        Teal had been crossing her fingers under the table after her terrifying confession. Marley gawped at her, and Teal couldn't tell if it was in a good way or a shocked way or a scared way. There were... more
        • Yay! - Marley, Sat Dec 30 17:30
          It ended up being totally fine that Marley's attention had scampered off very briefly for a bit of a walk, because now Teal was talking and she was talking loudly . And also standing up. And smashing ... more
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