Abort mission!
Sun Feb 11, 2018 17:46

Sometimes, it was easy to tell that something was going to be a mistake and stop it. When she’d almost gone on one of those questionable carnival rides at a fair, but she’d just finished a whole funnel cake by herself, she realized that that would only lead to disaster, and she didn’t ride. Or when Marissa could just feel herself about to fall out of a turn. She’d be able to stop herself before she crashed to the ground, and she usually managed to look graceful at it, too.

So why didn’t she realize she was making a mistake before it happened?

Instead, it took the Aquila until it was literally happening to notice that she’d made a big ol’ mistake. If Russell hadn’t ended the kiss so fast, she would have. What was she even – did she just kiss him because he was being nice to her? He’d said really nice things and made her feel special, made her feel better than she’d been since returning to Rocky Mountain International for her final year. It seemed like a good idea until it was happening. But she’d kissed someone who didn’t want to be kissed, and that was wrong. Oh, Merlin, Russell was going to hate her forever now.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Marissa’s apologies overlapped with Russell’s stammering, and she took a step back to give him space. “I wasn’t thinking. I should have asked. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not what I wanted to happen. I… only think of you as a friend.”

“I know.” Marissa shook her head at his added apology, because this was her fault, not his. He didn’t need to apologize. Her brow furrowed a little while she tried to gather herself before she just completely fell apart on the Pitch (why did she always end up doing dumb things on the Quidditch Pitch?). Marissa rarely got rejected, and she didn’t like the burning in her stomach it seemed to cause. Granted, this was probably great practice for all the colleges that were going to deny her this term. The circumstances would be different, but rejection would still be rejection, right?

She moved to shove her hands in her pockets, and, after remembering that her athletic leggings didn’t have pockets, let her hands fall to her sides. “I’m sorry. Could you – can we forget that I did that? I don’t want you to hate me.”

  • Too much blush, halp - Russell, Sun Feb 4 23:17
    … Oh . Um. Well. This was also a development of some sort, and it took no more than half a second for Russell to decide that he was much less fine with this than he had been the development moments... more
    • Abort mission! - Marissa, Sun Feb 11 17:46
      • Escape! Escape! - Russell, Wed Feb 21 22:52
        Now Marissa was apologizing, too, which in a way seemed to make more sense than when he had been apologizing. After all, she was the one who had initiated the whole kissing him thing (bleh). But for... more
        • That's what I was trying to do! - Marissa, Sat Mar 3 21:39
          Forgetting about it sounded like the perfect way to handle the situation. It would be best for their friendship – Marissa desperately didn’t want Russell to go back to square one and be nearly... more
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