Nope. I'm putting my foot down.
Fri Apr 21, 2017 00:08

Connor kept coughing for a bit, even after he took some sips of the orange juice. Was that a bad sign? Had her whack been unlucky enough to actually put him in a worse spot? Concerned, Marley kept her brown eyes focused solidly on him, being very very very careful not to let her stare wander or even blink in case he began choking again and she needed to shout for help from an Adult. (Or an Older Teenager. That would work, too, as long as they knew how to do something more effective than back-whacking. She was good at back-whacking, but she didn’t think it had actually helped him very much.)

By the time Connor stopped coughing, her eyes had passed the stage of dry-but-ignorable and ventured over the border into itchy-dry, so that was really convenient because she desperately needed to blink. Marley wound up not just blinking but also scrubbed at her eyes with the heels of both palms, too, smooshing the eye-moisture around. Or was it tears? Maybe it was technically tears. But she wasn’t at all crying, because Connor hadn’t died. If he had, that would be another story entirely, of course, because that would mean they went from being a rom-com to, like, a rom-drama, or whatever the genre was called that included movies like Titanic where the guy and the girl had a crush on each other and then fell in Real Love and then one of them died and the other one was depressed for years because of it. Marley always had to stuff tissues in her pockets before sitting down to watch a movie like that or else her shirt sleeves would get all soggy from wiping her nose. And, like, that exact plot would literally happen if Connor had died right now, which meant she would’ve probably gotten even more weepy.

“Of course not! Not literally or figuratively or objectively or interactively or any -ively!” she insisted, eyes wide, her voice squeaking out at a higher pitch than normal. Connor thought she had tried to kill him. That was probably super unattractive. Now he’d never have a crush on her again. “I’m soooo sorry, I’ve never seen someone choke like that! Was it the pancake, d’you think? Maybe I should’ve gotten you a crepe instead, since they’re thinner and not so crumbly and they wouldn’t break up and get stuck in your throat,” she babbled frantically, her mind racing as she tried to figure out a way to make him like her again. Not that she wanted to make him do anything, because it was rude to control other people, and even she (who paid so little attention in Potions) knew that you couldn’t actually make someone fall in love with you with a potion. Not that she wanted Connor to fall in love with her, either, because that would be weird since she didn’t love him. She just wanted him to have a crush on her. Was there a crush-making potion? Not, like, for physically crushing, but--

“Oh.” Shaken off-track, Marley blinked again as he offered to get her a new glass. If he hated her for unintentionally almost killing him, then he wouldn’t be apologizing and being nice now and stuff, right? “You don’t have to say sorry. I gave it to you,” she pointed out. “But, um, yeah. I do still wanna have juice. Thanks.” Finally feeling like she didn’t have to be quite so worried, she flashed him a wide and relieved smile. Hopefully there was still orange juice left, ‘cause that was the second-best type of juice for breakfast, pineapple juice coming in first place but being too acidy to taste good with pancakes. But if there wasn’t orange juice left, she didn’t want Connor to feel bad about it, either, so she quickly added, “Any type of juice is fine. And I’m glad you’re not dead.”

  • But consider: what if it was - Connor, Thu Apr 20 04:42
    In the midst of his coughing, the last thing Connor had expected was for Marley to come up and whack him on the back, which was of course precisely why she did so. He was too busy coughing to glare,... more
    • Nope. I'm putting my foot down. - Marley, Fri Apr 21 00:08
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