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(Tues, July. 25, 2023.)
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Marcy was laying on her hospital bed, an IV in her arm and a heart moniter hooked up to moniter her vitals. She sat there, seeing Anne sitting in the bed on her right, swinging her legs over the edge absent-mindedly. Marcy's gaze couldn't stop staring at the rounded stump that used to be Anne's left arm. Only her shoulder and half of her bicep remained.
Marcy winced thinking of all that's happened these last 6 or 7 months. She had honestly lost count. She then turned to Sasha, who was looking at herself in a full-body mirror near the bathroom. She wore a black sports bra, examining the large burnt scar covering the majority of her back. She sighed and put her pink t-shirt back on, a shirt that Anne had bought her from the hospital gift shop when they were admitted.
Marcy looked back and forth between the two most important girls in her life. She took some deep breaths and tried to control her breathing, her throat growing dry and forming a lump.
"A-Anne? Sasha? C-can we talk? Please?" Marcy choked, as she wiped her sore eyes and began softly weeping with the weight of everything that has happened finally crashing down upon her.
The moment they heard Marcy's sniffling and whimpering, Sasha and Anne were by her bedside in a flash.
"Marbles, you okay?" Sasha asked gently, holding out her calloused hand, silently asking Marcy for permission to touch her. Marcy smirked and nodded, taking the blonde's hand. She squeezed it and looked to Anne, whose face just screamed 'Oh Frog, why is my Marshmallow crying?'.
Marcy slipped her other hand on top of Anne's and laid her head back into her comfy pillow.
"We... need to talk, about... everything that we've experienced. What we've all done. To ourselves, each other, just... everything." Marcy muttered just loud enough for them to hear the guilt in her voice. "I know you *sniff* both said you forgive me for all I did, but I... want us to really get stuff out in the open and truly listen. I hurt you, Anne and Sasha. I lied, tricked you, kept huge secrets, and put us in real danger. We've all almost died multiple times, and I was inches away from dea..." Marcy's words came out quicker and more ragged as she spoke, only for her friends to gently embrace her.
Anne rested her head on the emotional noirette's shoulder, kissing it and caressed her impressive back scar soothingly. She hummed to herself and Marcy, hearing a faint sigh of relief from the girl next to her. Meanwhile, Sasha pulled back and simply looked at Marcy's stunning brown eyes. She could feel her heart pounding, the sounds reminding her of clashing steel against steel in the moment of swordfighting. Her vision zeroed in on the chin scar she had given her dear friend when she had been under the Core's vile control.
Anne was the first to break the awkward silence.
"Marcy, we do forgive you. Sure, we were shocked and felt betrayed, not helped by Sasha's coup. That was messed up, Sash." Anne said with some irritation in her tone, glaring at Sasha, but void of any anger or malice.
"Yeah, that was a colossal mistake to make. I shouldn't have pulled that stupid trick on you girls. I broke your trust shortly after I apologized for Toad Tower, and after I had shown my stuff at the Third Temple." Sasha reprimanded herself for her past misdeeds, as she wiped away a tear on Marcy's soft cheek.
"W-we all hurt each other in one way or another, huh? What's wrong with us?" Marcy choked, as she laughed with some hints of knowing the answer.
Anne held Marcy's shoulder, presenting to her a small, sincere smile.
"Marcy, we all made mistakes. We're kids. We're all gonna be fourteen soon. If we can forgive you for what you've done wrong, then you should be able to forgive yourself. We can't stop you from feeling guilty, but please don't beat yourself up about it, alright? Whenever you want to talk, I'll listen. We both will." She asked sweetly, as Sasha smirked and held up her fists to her girls. Marcy sniffled, accepting the gesture and fist-bumping her. Anne did the same, then weakly punched Sasha's shoulder, eliciting an "Ouch!" from the blonde.
"What the heck, Boonchuy?"
"Let's just call that payback for you lying and breaking my trust. I'll teach you more lessons by kicking your butt when we spar. Think ya can handle me, Waybright?"" Anne boasted, earning the desired giggle from Marcy, and a competitive smirk from the former warrior.
"...Okay, that's fair. Also, I won't hold back when we go sword-to-sword. Or fist-to-fist, if you would like?" Sasha asked, chuckling at the idea of sparring with Anne again.
Marcy enjoyed seeing the two bantering and joking, but she couldn't help the mild fear in her mind. "Girls, I'll try to not blame myself for everything. I'm just so sorry for all the pain and confusing emotions I caused. I was just so scared to lose you two. The very thought of being separated from you girls, whether it be in Amphibia or..." Marcy shuddered at the thought of moving out of state with her parents.
"You know what I mean. I... hope we all can continue to be better and be stronger friends? We'll always be friends, right?" She asked, fright echoing in her words. Anne and Sasha shared a look, before each nodding and shooting her a proud thumbs-up.
"Mar-Mar, of course we will always be friends. We're a family, nothing will change that. I'm sure we won't be around each other 24/7 and we'll make other friends in highschool and college." Sasha shrugged, shoulder-bumping Marcy and laughing.
"However, we'll always make time for each other and spend time together. Plus, it might be good for us to meet new people and make different friends. Like you did Marcy, with Olivia and Yunan. Or Anne with Sprig, Polly, Hop Pop, Maddie, Ivy, etc. Oh yeah, you're also buds with Maddie, right Marcy? Nevermind. Speaking of, Anne, I would like to ask you something." Sasha made her points, earning a warm look from her nerdy bestie, and a look of confusion from Anne.
"I was wondering if it would be okay for us to celebrate your 13th birthday before your 14th comes up. Ya know, like a re-do?"
"Y-you wanna re-do my birthday? I can guess why, but wouldn't that bring back bad memories?"
Sasha blanked momentarily, then replied:
"True, but it's the least we can do to make up for ruining your actual 13th." She gestured from herself to Marcy, the girl in question chuckled and rubbed the back of her neck nervously, playing with her blanket.
"The idea has crossed my mind as well, but I wanted to think it over more before saying anything." Marcy mentioned, while she drew shapes on her blanket with her fingers.
"It would be one of our ways of starting to make things up to you. And we all will continue to be kinder, more understanding, listen better, and just... be so much better. I swear, I'm done commanding and manipulating people. I'm done putting you girls through my obsessive controlling issues. I promise, and this is a promise I will never break. Okay?" Sasha spoke from the depths of her heart, the thumping of her heartbeat making her well up with tears and her back scar sting.
Anne grinned from ear to ear, using her one arm and stump to hug Sasha and began teasing her for becoming such a cute softie. The comment made the blonde burst into flustered flames, as she hugged Anne back.
"That would mean the world to me guys. I would very much like to have a re-do of my b-day. But putting that subject aside for a moment, Marcy, you are my awesome and adorably nerdy bestie. I'm so sorry for how I treated you. Always so paranoid and scared that you'd hurt yourself. I treated you like a baby that couldn't take care of herself. Even when we met back up outside... Newtopia." Anne cringed at the very word of that place, having very few good memories there, and ALOT of bad ones.
"Me and Sasha ignored or gave very little attention to your feelings, thoughts, and your interests. Even if we didn't end up liking them, we should have atleast given them a chance. Like, I even played abit of "Vagabondia Chronicles" with my Dad while the Plantars and I were on Earth. I actually really liked it. Some of the lore went over my head, but it was super fun. It let me bond with my Dad, and I hope we can play some together? Connect over it and talk about it, ya know?" The brunette shyly inquired, blushing at the radiant and burning bright smile on her Marshmallow's flustered face.
"Anna-banana, you've played "Vagabondia Chronicles"?! And you even liked it? OMG, we can totally play it together!" Marcy flapped her arms rapidly in excitement, her smile shinning so brightly that it beat out the daylight. Marcy stimmed for a moment more, then saw their smiles. So warm and full of love, that she slowed down her ticks, still waving her arms alittle around her stomach.
"That would be awesome, Anne. Sasha, I think you'd like it too. You could play a warrior, a knight, or a rogue, which would let you use swords and blades. I would really love for you both to play it, so we can talk about it and have fun." Marcy muttered her words in a low register, looking down and imagining playing games with her besties.
"Plus, video games are a great way to relax and work out your feelings. If I'm feeling down, especially when you guys got into arguments before our whole adventure in Amphibia, Vagabondia was my comfort game. Would you be willing to try? It's difficulty makes for a challenging, yet fair experience."
Sasha rolled her eyes playfully, nodding and winking at her Mars. "You don't even need to ask, Mars-bar. I'd love to."
"YAY!!!", the noirette squealed in delight and euphoria, as she hugged her BFFs like a mama bear protecting her cubs.
"Hey Marcy, may I ask you something?" Anne requested, making it Marcy's turn to tilt her head in confusion.
"Sure. What's up?"
"Why did you feel that you couldn't talk to us? If we were hurting your feelings or being rude, why didn't you tell us? We would have listened. I mean, I definitely would have." She shot a sideways glance at Sasha, who shrugged and sadly agreed.
Those were the questions that Marcy knew were coming, but that didn't stop the guilt and awkwardness from creeping up into her heart and mind.
"I was worried about 'rocking the boat'. I was afraid that if I said anything about Sasha's behaviour, or you Anne letting people walk all over you and being a doormat, or you guys arguing so often, it would change things. That you would be upset and more arguments would pop up. I thought we had a good thing going. We still had fun at sleepovers and hanging out, though those 'Scare Dare Challenges' were awful. Things were okay, decent atleast." Marcy made the quick point, Anne nodding and Sasha just nodded in agreement.
"I don't like big changes, and you guys started arguing more and more for afew months before we found the Music Box. I got scared and that's why I would try to find a compromise that would work for you two, even if I wasn't all that happy. I guess..., I thought you two being happy was more important than my wants and needs. I see now that I was mostly wrong in that regard." She sighed, as she snorted and rolled her eyes to herself.
"It also roots back to my parents, putting pressure on me and my older sister Ally to do our very best and always get the best results in everything we did. I know that they love me, but they would get tired of me gushing about books, games, movies, and shows that I hyperfocused on. Only Ally and her girlfriend Jess would encourage me to gush about my beloved interests. But my folks were even dismissive at times. My Dad was always busy with work, but we still hung out from time to time. My Mom was also exhausted from work and chores. She would just sit back, reading or watching the TV, while I just spent time in my room doing whatever. They never really neglected me, but I could tell they weren't pleased if I didn't get an A in all my classes. They'd get upset if I missed classes, or all the times we had to go to the emergency room because I got distracted and walked into a pothole or something." Marcy ranted and listed off things that perturbed her folks, her mood morphing from shame and guilt to anger and frustration.
"They could have cut me some slack! I actually liked most of my classes and I'm just naturally intelligent! I'd get good grades no matter what. Ugh, I just want to yell at them and tell them how they've made me feel! How stressed and anxious I get anytime I mess up a question or miss a step in an equation! Damnit!" Marcy seethed, while she raved on about her parents' crazy high expectations. She gripped her blanket and slammed a fist onto the mattress, tears overflowing down her face. She choked and muttered sobs to herself, yet still fully registered that Anne and Sasha had begun hugging her once more.
Anne decided to shift her position and snuggled into Marcy's left side even more, Sasha on the right. The Thai girl wrapped Marcy's arm around her waist, purring in the warmth of one of her two favourite people. Sasha took Mar-Mar's other arm and slung it around her shoulder, as she nuzzled her into adorable, frazzled submission.
"Shh, it's okay Mar. Let it all out, don't hold these feelings in anymore. We are here for you, and I mean really here. You talk, we listen. Trust me?" Anne responded compassionately, as Sasha lifted up her t-shirt abit to wipe away some of Marcy's tears. The innocuous act showed off the swords-woman's toned stomach, making Anne and Marcy stare in gay embarrassment.
"*Sniffle* W-wow Sashimi, I... wasn't aware yo-you had bulked up so much. A-are those faint abs?" Marcy asked shyly, fanning her face across from the strong girl at her side. Meanwhile, Anne was still in shock at how attractive Sasha looked, her ears burning and her heart firing off bolts of lightning in a great storm of emotions.
Sasha looked down and realized what she was doing, and while she instinctually was going to lower her shirt, she didn't. Atleast, not all the way. She continued to wipe away Marcy's tears, clearing away any smudges of make-up or rogue snot.
"Yeah, leading a rebellion, using sparring and training as ways to work through my issues, and laying awake most nights thinking of what I'd say to you both, what I would do to make things right..., makes me want to get stronger to protect those I love.", Sasha's words were steeped in nostalgia, regret for her past behaviour, and most of all, just how extraordinary and wonderful it felt to be back with her girls.
"I hope seeing my stomach doesn't make you guys uncomfortable. Does it?", the blonde looked away, her face rosey pink, her fingers playing in her locks as she finished wiping some of Marcy's sadness away.
"N-no, of course not, Sash! It's just, um, oh gosh...", Marcy stammered. Her heart raced as she wandered her gaze to Sasha's muscular arms. How strong she looked, despite how shy and flushed she appeared. 'She's so cute, strong, powerful..., and brave.', Marcy thought, as she giggle-whispered and a smirk grew on her face.
"You are so beautiful.", Anne said outloud, her brain not immediately registering what she just let out. She lifted her hand to her cheeks, feeling how blazing hot they were and how her breath hitched.
"I-I am? Anne, you think I look beautiful?"
"Y-yes. I do. I think you both, Marcy and Sasha, are amazing. Beautiful. Pretty. Stunning. Any and every word to describe how gorgeous you both are. Sure, we have had our issues, we've fought, argued, betrayed and hurt one another, lied, and kept secrets, but... we all feared losing each other. We all wanted to come home, deep down, but we were terrified that our problems cropping up would destroy our friendship." Anne spoke from the purest and most honest depths of her being, her voice cracking and words coming out ragged, wet. The curly brunette then covered her eyes and shivered with her overwhelming emotions.
"I love you two so dang much! But I am going to be brutally honest right now, you both deeply hurt me. More than once. Marcy, you lied to me and kept the fact that you got us trapped in Amphibia a secret. From me. I understand why you did so, but that doesn't change the fact that we all got separated from our families, our homes, our lives. My parents told me just how devastated they were when I went missing. When they took me and the Plantars to the Thai Temple, I was such a huge jerk to them. While I was gone, they were being supported by the Thai community, having food made and given to them, people helping at the restaurant, giving them money, and helping them search for me. For us. Day and night. T-they were devastated. They thought they h-had lost their *sniffle* only daughter." Anne paused at those words, feeling awful for how she treated her amazing, loving parents. How hard they worked trying to find her, to bring her home, to make sure she was safe and sound in their arms.
"I love the Plantars, but my parents have sacrificed so much for me, and done so much more. I was ungrateful and ignorant, thinking they were just bossing me around and treating me like a baby. But they weren't. Oh sweet Frog, they just wanted w-what was best for me. T-they must have thought I had been kidnapped, or killed, o-or... or..." Anne started to hyperventilate, quickly morphing into a full-on panic attack. Her breath caught in her throat, her heart seized and felt like it would explode from the stress. She held her left arm-stump, feeling like she would pass out.
Marcy and Sasha jumped to her aid, hugging her and kissing her forehead as methods to calm her down. Sasha gently lifted Anne over Marcy and set her down in their bedmate's lap. Marcy frowned at seeing how distraught Anne was. She caused this pain, this fear, and maybe... she can begin to mend it, little by little. Like right now, holding both of the girls she loves more than anything in the multiverse.
"Anne, I'm so sorry I put you all through that. I... can't believe you can even think of f-forgiving me for all this, and yet you are. Your parents shouldn't have had to experience that. I swear on my life, on our friendship, that I will never, ever hurt you or anyone like that again. I'm sorry, Anne. I... I love you."
"Okay, two things. One: Marcy, you made a mistake. We would have made similar decisions if we had been in your shoes. You hurt me too, but I put you both through more than enough of my controlling nonsense before. I used you two and broke your trust. You just wanted us to stick together. And two, I love you too Anne. Me and Marcy both put you and your folks through alot of stress long before Amphibia. I'm sorry for the large part I played in that. Looking back, I hate the person I was, someone who would lie and force the two people she loves most to do things they knew were wrong. I fought you at Toad Tower, at Newtopia, and I put the responsibility of leading the Wartwood Resistance on you practically the second you got back from Earth. All because I was afraid of falling back into bad habits. I'm s-sorry. I am so, utterly sorry."
Now all three of the tired and emotional girls were weeping, embracing one another like they did during frightening sleepover thunderstorms as children. They held each other like lifelines, terrified that if they let go, for even a second, they'd be ripped away once again.
Anne was the first to pull back, but only slightly, simply looking at the gleam in her besties' eyes. She knew that they both were truly repentant for their past mistakes, showing just how determined they were to right things.
"*Heavy exhale*... Girls, I do h-honestly forgive you for... for what you did. Yet, I still feel the pain, the heartache, from those actions too. The decisions you made. It aches and burns revisiting how we all have harmed each other. Emotionally, mentally, even abit physically. I hate that we argued and fought, but...". She paused, searching for the right words. Her head was sore from all the crying and talking things out. Luckily, her breathing was beginning to steady itself.
"Ultimately, it was good for u-us. We needed to spend some time apart, grow as individuals. Change, mess up, and learn lessons from our experiences. Right?" Marcy interjected, nuzzling Anne's cheek, garnering a cute squeak of calmed relief. Anne snuggled closer to Marcy, wrapping her arm around her neck. She laid on her shoulder, firing off a weak, yet sincere smile at the two.
"Right on the nose, Mar-Mar. I love how smart and cute you are." Anne spoke like velvet, her words making Marcy blush and chuckle.
"Annie makes an excellent point there, Marcy. You are unbelievably cute. An absolute cutie-patootie." Sasha remarked, cringing at her choice of words, especially that last one. Nonetheless, she adored the redness plastered over the archer's face all the same.
"Guys, stop! I can't handle much more blushing! My face already hurts from all the smiling and laughing." Marcy sputtered while speaking, as she covered her face, squealing in gay delight and embarrassment.
"Okay, okay." Sasha spoke calmly, her voice still shaky, yet she exuded a fond calmness at the situation. "I think we should get back to our discussion. Is that okay with you?" She asked politely, looking to Marcy and Anne, awaiting their answers.
Anne nodded, holding Marcy and playing with one of her small, soft hands. The warmth and gentle touch felt relaxing. She didn't have to worry about being separated from them ever again. She would never let them be divided again.
Marcy gave Sasha an affirming smirk, feeling playful, she blew a raspberry at her. The dark-haired girl snorted seeing Sasha's ginormous grin of happiness, despite her continuing to weep alittle.
"You are correct, Marbles. We did need to be apart for awhile and grow. Sure, we still screwed up and hurt each other's feelings, but... none of us want our friendship to end, right?" Anne asked, some fear crawled in her tone, as she rubbed her fingers together to calm her growing nerves.
"Of course not, Anne. That's my worst fear. I want us to be best friends forever." Marcy replied quickly, grabbing hold of Anne's hand and one of Sasha's. She smiled at them, returning Sasha's kindness by wiping away her tears with the blanket.
Anne's mouth curled up softly, a fuzzy feeling overtaking her whole body. The same feelings she had only just begun to truly understand shortly after getting brought in by the Plantars. The feelings that have lingered in her mind and heart since the three girls were children. Since they first met.
Love.
"Yeah..., just friends. As we've always been. Maybe even more, i-if you girls know what I mean?" She referenced, as Marcy and Sasha chuckled. It took only mere moments for the proper meaning of the brunette's words to sink in for her beloved friends.
Marcy and Sasha shared the same gobsmacked, chin-on-the-floor expression, as they blew up red like fireworks.
"A-Anne? Did you just-? You li- love us? Li-like-" Marcy stammered like mad over her phrasing, her heart and mind freaking out in pure gay panic.
"Y-yeah. I think I'm in love with you." She looked from Marcy, then to Sasha, back and forth between them rapidly.
"Both of you. Marcy Wu and Sasha Waybright, I know that I am deeply in love with you." She came out and told them bluntly, so there was no room for miscommunication or misinterpretation.
Marcy held her face, as she processed what just freaking happened, feeling like all of her sapphic dreams had come true. She was shocked that Anne felt the same way. But..., did Sasha like them both that way?
Sasha, on the other hand, just sat there playing with her growing hair and muttered incomprehensible babble to herself. She was awestruck by this revelation, in many flustered ways.
Anne pulled away from them alittle more, afraid of how they might feel. This may be another problem for them to work through. If they can. Or even want to.
"L-look, I know that this is really sudden and all, but after all of this insanity that we've been through, I... didn't want to lose my chance to atleast tell you how I really feel. I've seen how you two blush at me when I make a joke or when you stare at me when I wear a nice dress. I thought that the bright, fuzzy feelings in my guts were just appreciation and happiness at you two showering me in compliments. Being my best friends. Always telling me how pretty I am and that you two thought I was a knockout. However, once we all started growing up, becoming pre-teens, and now teens, I slowly realized how I truly felt. I know that things are still pretty awkward and we have alot of stuff to work through, but I had to be honest. You girls don't have tell me how you feel about this right now, or at all, if you-" Anne went on longer than she meant, but finally saying these words outloud (and not just to herself) felt liberating. Like freedom from a birdcage covering her heart.
Suddenly, Sasha pulled them all into a tight, yet gentle, group hug. She sniffled and sneezed, laughing through all of it. Anne was concerned and confused, while Marcy's eyes drifted back and forth from the dark-haired and light-haired girls embracing her.
"I-I, wow. Honestly, I've been crushing big time on you two for years now. I was just afraid you two wouldn't feel the same way. I k-know that we love each other, if everything we've experienced and you explicitly telling me that after freeing me were any more obvious indications. But, you've been crushing on us too, Anne?" Marcy asked as she looked Anne in the eye, grinning from ear to ear like a child on Christmas morning.
"I should have figured it out." Sasha finally spoke up, throwing her head back, sighing in exasperation and wiping her eyes roughly. "Dang, I always figured that there was something more than platonic feelings between you and Marcy, seeing as you two have more in common than she and I do."
"Really, Sash? Come on girl, we both kill it at those dancing arcade games and you were in attendance at most of my chess tournaments and even helped me practice. You helped me figure out my balance on my bike. You were there for most of Anne's tennis matches and games, also playing with her to test her skills. Right? We have some things in common. Maybe not a lot, but some is better than none."
"I mean, sure. But I'm surprised that you can even think of falling in love with me, Anne. Or you feeling the same, Marcy. How could you two still care about me so much after everything I put you through? What I put you through, Marcy? Your Mom and Dad through, Anne? All of our families, the Plantars, Olivia and Yunan, everyone through?! I've hurt you both so much, and for what? A misguided sense of needing control, being toxic, and hurting the two people I've loved my whole life?!" Sasha shouted alittle, her guilt and hatred for who she used to be bubbling to the surface. She gripped the bed sheets, digging her nails into the mattress, wanting to scream. She didn't for Anne's sake, but especially Marcy's, knowing that she hates super loud noises.
"Sasha, please don't say that." Anne asked her weakly, as she reached out her hand, a silent request to hold her. Sasha nodded ever so slightly, as Anne cupped her cheek, Marcy running her fingers along the sobbing girl's back to help her relax.
"Yes, we've all put each other through stuff that we shouldn't have. We should have been better and talked, instead of fighting and ignoring our issues to maintain our fractured status quo. But, we have all changed, for the better. I know for a fact that you never wanna be toxic again, right?"
"H-hell no! I treated you two like *hic* dirt when I didn't get my way. I was s-stupid and selfish. I'll never make you both s-suffer like that ever again. I- *sniffle*- promise. With my life."
"Exactly. You understand how messed up that behaviour was, and you have been doing your best to not act that way anymore. Here, I'll even show you how I am being better, too." Anne alluded, as she turned to Marcy and gave her a frowny-smile.
"Marcy? I'm again really sorry that I ignored your interests or didn't pay much attention to what you were saying. I did listen, in some ways, as I can recall some random points or facts you found interesting. But I still should have listened better and let you get things off your chest. I was mean and a jerk. I'm sorry, and I promise to never do anything or say anything to make you feel that way ever again. You have my word." Anne spoke from deep in her heart, as ironic as the word was, what with their adventures in Amphibia and all.
Marcy smiled warmly, while she held her hands over her blazing red heart from the sincere words. Frog, how she adored these girls with all her body and soul.
Anne then placed her only remaining hand onto Sasha's, smiling at her and pulling her into a shoulder-bumping comfort.
"Sasha, I won't lie to you. The things you did and said, they broke my heart. But I know that you never intended to hurt us. Unfortunately, no matter your intent, you did. You hurt me. I'm still alittle upset with you about it, even now. But I'll get over those lingering feelings. I do honestly forgive you, because you are actively trying to be better. We all are." The brunette stated proudly, her and Marcy reading each others' minds, both wiping away the young warrior's tears.
"Anne's right, Sashy. She's been amazing at standing up for herself. I've been getting abit better at talking about my feelings and not dwelling on the negative so much. We all are communicating better with each other. In general, to be fair." Marcy made apparent, while she gently swept away her friend's running make-up and sobs.
"Agreed, Marshmallow. Look Sasha, I know just how much you hate yourself for who you used to be, but you now and you then are two very different people. You, right now, care deeply for how we feel. You are alot more willing to hand the reins over to Marcy or I. To hear out our ideas, and even if you have some criticisms of said ideas, you aren't aggressive or rude about it. You have become a much more understanding, cooperative, and kinder person than you were before. That's one of the many things I love about you, Sasha." Anne confessed with that last sentence, twirling hair around her fingers and growing redder than Sasha's old Toad armour.
Sasha too was flushed like nobody's business, as she sniffled and grinned at her besties wholeheartedly. She wiped her eyes to clean herself up some, wanting to look half-decently presentable for her loved ones.
"Alright, back to how we all feel then, I guess. So, you like me back, Marcy? And you have feelings for Sasha too?"
"Yeah, I do. You girls are my entire world and beyond. I don't ever want to live in a world, of any kind, where you two aren't by my side. I love you, Anne and Sasha."
"Then, that only leaves you, Sash. Do... you have romantic feelings for us?" Anne asked nervously, as Marcy held the Thai girl's hand, playing with her rough, yet caring fingers.
Sasha sat back, thinking about how to answer such a big question. She could go on a long cheesy speech about just how much she cherishes her girls and wants the best for them.
'But... nah. Just tell the truth, Sasha. Honest, but sweet. Don't talk like a novel.' She thought to herself, seeing the glimmering looks on their faces.
She took a steadying breath, feeling unbelievable warmth and giddy happiness coursing through her whole body and more.
"Anne, Marcy..., you two are my everything. Who I want to continue bettering myself for and protect with my life. I spent my entire life wanting nothing more than to make you girls happy, show you how to have a good time, and make the most out of life. I messed up ALOT along the way, but I hope that who I am now is much more likeable than who I was. I... really am in love with you both, Anne Boonchuy and Marcy Wu. I think I have been for quite some time. It just took my stubborn butt awhile to realize it." Sasha spoke like a lovesick teen, her face lit up like a holiday celebration of fireworks. Her heart was pounding at a greater force than an earthquake.
Anne squealed in delighted euphoria, as she pulled the loves of her life into a bone-crushing embrace. The two joined in on Anne's squeals of joy, as they hugged her back tight. Anne was sure to use enough strength as to not hurt either of the two's scars.
She pulled back and her face was an ocean of nothing but unconditional love.
"Marcy, Sasha..., may I kiss you both?" Anne asked before she could think, her face turning beet red and bubblegum pink simultaneously.
"I mean, w-we all have crushes on each other, we l-love each other romantically..., and I just really wanna kiss you girls. If that's okay?" Anne repeated herself nervously, playing with her curly locks and muttering to herself under her breath.
"Well, I've dreamt of kissing you two for, like, ever. So, I'd love to kiss you, Anne." Marcy replied sheepishly, as she grasped Anne's hand, bringing it to rest on her cheek. Marcy closed her eyes and puckered her lips, not capable of holding back her energized giggles.
Anne rolled her eyes playfully, as she closed them and met Marcy's lips with her own. The two young girls locked lips sweetly, both humming in sapphic bliss. Anne's massive heart shot off it's beats like the girl's did at the Battle of the Bands, singing "No Big Deal".
Anne was sure that if she were to go to heaven, it would pale in comparison to her current spectacular situation. Sharing her first kiss with Marcy, her soft and lovingly clumsy nerd, felt like being engulfed by the the most cozy blanket ever made. She slid her thumb over Marcy's cheek, eliciting a tiny hum of satisfaction from her partner. Marcy tilted her head and smiled through her romantic moment with her girl, her Anne. She squeezed her hand in Anne's, tickling her palm cheekily.
Sasha blushed at the exchange. She was a tad jealous seeing Anne and Marcy kissing, but she knew she would get her turn with them momentarily. It was heartwarming and sweet seeing the girls she wants to spend the rest of her life with kissing each other. How they were smiling, giggling, and just... melting into each other's embrace like two swans. 'Damn, when did I get so poetic and sappy?' Sasha wondered, as Anne and Marcy pulled away from their kiss.
"W-wow. That was... extraordinary! Anne, why didn't we do this before?! Kissing you is like kissing sugar, ice cream, and pure love all wrapped up into one!" Marcy happy-cried, as she held her cheeks like she did when she got super happy and stimmed as a little girl. She then saw Anne's lovestruck gaze, as she stared at her with hearts in her eyes.
"You have some really soft lips, Mar-Mar. And thanks for the compliments, Miss Sugar, Spice and Beyond Everything Nice. You tasted like sweet cupcakes." Anne chuckled, touching her lips and grinning like an idiot.
"Well damn, if you two are this happy from just kissing each other, then we'll all die of adorkable-love overload when we all kiss each other at the same time." Sasha chimed in, smirking at the girls' love-drunk faces. Frog, how she just utterly loved these dorks.
"Alright Boonchuy, it's my turn for the smooching. So, may I have the hon-" Sasha spoke confidently, only to be completely shut up by Anne grabbing her by the collar of her pink shirt and bringing their lips together. Anne released her collar, holding Sasha's rough and calloused digits in her one hand, calmly rubbing circles on the back of the blonde's palms. Sasha was not expecting for Anne to be so bold and just start making-out with her, but she wasn't complaining. Anne's lips felt alittle dry, but she could taste a trace of her minty toothpaste and smell her perfume. She kissed Sasha with such firmness, yet it was gentle nonetheless. She hummed in relief, relaxing in the lip-lock. She slowly moved her hand to play in Anne's hair, earning the faintest of chuckles from her partner.
Anne pulled away first, breathing heavily and had the biggest smile plastered on her face. If she could smile anymore, her entire body would be one. Sasha's lips had felt cold, but it was oddly relaxing. Anne noticed how Sasha didn't initiate anything that could risk upsetting her, like kissing her harder or deeper. She simply let Anne lead, which the Thai girl greatly appreciated. Sure, Anne hadn't deepened the kiss very much, barely to be fair, but she adores how more accommodating and understanding Sasha has become.
Off to the side, Marcy was just sat quietly stimming with her hands and freaking the Frog out at seeing her two besties kissing like star-crossed lovers. She had the burning cinders of giddiness hopping all around inside her, thinking back to their spectacular Amphibian families at her use of wordplay.
"Wowzah! That was... something else. You are a pretty good kisser, Sasha." Anne gave her the dang cutest shy look ever, eliciting an equally shy and nervous look from her friend.
"It was nice, ya know. Tender, yet sweet. Strong, yet gentle. It was good. Just what I would expect from the badass and pretty Sasha Waybright. Now that things are out in the open, it's so freeing to have finally gotten these feelings out. I've wanted to kiss you both for so long, years I think, but it took all of our issues really coming to light for me to get it. Was... it like that for you two?" Anne asked hesitantly, searching her ever-loved best friends' faces for any subtle answers.
"I mean, I think a part of me always knew that you guys were my entire world. My universe. At first, I just assumed it was love for my amazing, awesome, imperfect, and breathtakingly beautiful friends. Strictly platonic. But whenever I saw some boy, girl, enby, whoever hitting on you Sash, I got super jealous. Or if you were flirting with some pretty girl, by the way, you seem to have more female suitors and flirt with more girls than boys, I've noticed." Marcy commented on Sasha's romantic life. This made Anne open and close her mouth several times, only to quiet herself and realize that Marcy was correct.
Sasha too realized this fact, as she had been questioning her sexuality for some time. She was confident that she was bisexual, but she wanted to research more soon. But she and the girls could discuss who they like another time. Right now, it's emotional and mushy talk-time.
"Sorry for rambling. Basically, whenever people showed romantic interest in either of you, I got upset and envious. Like when some boy would confess to liking Anne or some girl would ask her out, you would turn them down. Atleast, when Sasha didn't do it for you, or you did it for her, or even when I asked if you'd let someone down easy for me. Sorry about that nonsense, by the way, Anne. That wasn't cool."
"We cool, Marbles. So, as you were saying?"
"Alright, okay. Anytime people showed interest in you girls, I had wished that I was the one flirting with you or you were the ones flirting with me. I've had dreams about it. Super cheesy and cringy fantasies about how I would confess my love, ask you two out, and how we would have the best date ever. I... may have even written some secret fanfics about it. No real names and they were never, ever posted online, but I still wrote and drew stories to help me get my feelings out in some way. I'd write stories about things and adventures similar to ones we've had. Before, during, and after Amphibia. I wrote only a few of them in my journal, which I know Anne has read. I would like for you to read it too, Sashy. Please and thank you." Marcy asked, as she felt conflicted on some of the memories written into those weathered pages. Anne had a similar expression, her gaze both happy and sad all at once. Marcy reached for her hand and kissed the back of her palm, making Anne blush. This small, yet significant action seemed to have the desired effect of brightening the brunette's mood.
"I'll read it cover-to-cover a million times over if you want, Marcy. Plus, it would be pretty cool to read about what you were doing before we all met back up. But I would like to hear about that stuff from you first. Alright, Marce?"
"You got it, girlfriend!" Marcy boasted happily, giving Sasha a winking smile with her tongue sticking out. It took a second for her to realize that she had used Sasha's old turn of phrase of 'girlfriend' when replying. That word took on a very different meaning now.
"S-so, does all this kissing and saying how much we love each other mean... that we three are girlfriends now? Like, are we full-on dating?" Marcy asked for an extremely obvious answer, but she wanted to cover all her bases.
"Seriously Marble-cake? It is pretty obvious that we like each other." Anne teased her with nothing but playfulness etched into her tone.
"I know, I know! But you guys know that I can be naive and miss out on social cues! I just, wanna make sure that we are all on the same page. That we all know what we're doing, and so we won't fight." Marcy's voice felt heavy and wet at that last sentence, as she hugged herself to her knees.
Anne and Sasha immediately reacted, hugging her and kissing her cheeks. Sasha faintly lifted the noirette's chin, seeing the fear in her stunning wooden brown eyes. She brought her face alittle closer to Marcy's, making her intentions known.
"May I kiss you, Marcy? I want to have your clear permission. It's your turn for some cute kissing. Okay, sweetie?" The blades-master asked in an understanding and melodious way, which lit Marcy up like an explosion of pink and rainbows.
She nodded shyly, as she wrapped an arm around Sasha's waist and kissed her square on the mouth. Marcy thought that her friend's lips would feel..., rough and chapped. On the contrary, while abit frosty-feeling, kissing Sasha felt really good. Like she was being treated as an intelligent and capable princess, yet still required the aid of a brave and strong knight to help protect her.
Sasha wasn't surprised in the least to taste candy and junk food on Marcy's lips. The youngest of the Wu family, the nerd queen, was known to have pulled quite abit of video game and creative all-nighters in her time. Anne was right too, Marcy's lips were ridiculously soft. Felt like kissing cotton candy. It was gentle, yet she could feel how completely excited Marcy was. She was flapping her free hand, while she cutely tapped her fingers against the blonde's lower back as they kissed.
Sasha pulled back, her body blazing, smoldering hot from how awesome it felt to finally smooch that cute nerd. Her heartbeat was thumping off any and all conceivable scales, feeling sort of like a barrage of fiery tank explosions.
Marcy stared at Sasha, seeing how awestruck and happy she looked. That's something she hasn't seen in Sasha for awhile now, as far as she could remember. She pulled Sasha into a tight hug, giggling at feeling her strong arms against her own weak nerd arms. She brought Anne in too, who was just about to join in on the sapphic embrace herself.
"It's so nice seeing you two happy. Makes me happy. I'm really glad that we are figuring things out. I hope any fights or arguments we have later down the line, we'll simply communicate and work out solutions. We will, right?"
"Yeah Marcy, I'm confident that we'll be fine. With everything we've been through, what we've experienced, the friends and families we've made along the way, all we have learned..., nothing can or will break us apart. We will all do our best, be our best, and be the friends and... the girlfriends to each other that we deserve." Anne reassured the concerned girl, as she pecked her cheek and did the same to Sasha's, loving the embarrassed expressions they held.
"Speaking of, we're officially girlfriends and dating now. So, would you, Marcy Wu and Sasha Waybright, do me the honour of going on a date with me after we get outta this dang hospital?" Anne asked with nothing but hope, excitement, and giddiness in her ginormous heart.
Marcy and Sasha nodded furiously in pure joyful euphoria at the prospect of going on a date with Anne mother-frogging Boonchuy. The three new lovers all embraced and did their best to share a three-way kiss. They bumped noses and it was super duper awkward, but Frog, did it feel amazing for them to be open with each other like this. Fully, completely, and finally showing one another just how much they love and cherish each other.
Marcy suddenly yawned, the emotional talks and several crying sessions having tuckered her the heck out. Anne followed, stretching her shoulders and scratching her left arm stump sleepily. Sasha blinked afew times, yawning and sneezing at the same time. She covered her mouth, only for the girls to all break out into childish laughter. Once the teens had their chuckles and their tiredness continued to overtake them, Marcy laid down. She gently pulled Anne and Sasha down to lay on her shoulders, wrapping her arms around their waists. Anne and Sasha returned the gesture by laying their arms over Marcy's waist, as the three girls held hands. They shared some cute kisses, and fell to slumber soundly in each others' arms.