The Tower

                                    

                                          



Sasha woke up with Anne and Marcy no longer by her side. In a slight panic she looked around to find them on the floor by the bed. She laughed and debated whether to wake them up just to feed her since she was starving. They did owe her  after all for carrying them at the end of the night and up the stairs. She rubbed her arms that were a little sore because of it, but she really didn't mind, she actually enjoyed lugging them around.
Sash looked at Anne and Marcy who looked so peaceful cuddled up, she wouldn't disturb them under different circumstances, but they all knew it was dangerous for her to be in the kitchen. Plus, Marcy's parents didn't allow cereal, peanut butter and jelly, or anything Sasha could fix in their house. Marcy didn't eat those things unless she was at Sasha growing up. She didn't come over to Marcy's house as much as Anne did when they were kids. So, even if she did know how to cook she wouldn't feel comfortable in their kitchen.
Sasha leaned over the edge of the bed to loudly clear her throat, hoping Anne and Marcy would wake up, but they didn't.  "Okay,  plan B."  She flung the pillow from behind her before turning over like she was asleep. 
"Whoa." Marcy set up slowly after the pillow hit her. 
"What's going on?" Anne sat up rubbing her eyes because of Marcy's movement.
"Huh?" Sasha faked a yawn and stretched,  "Anyone else hungry?  She smiled sweetly.
"What are we doing on the floor?" Anne yawned.
"You two dorks must have rolled off." 
"And you didn't catch us?" Anne pouted.
"Yeah! Aren't you supposed to be our protector?" Marcy whined.
"Dang, I was asleep and slightly drunk." She looked over to the pout on their faces "Come on, give me a break. I'll catch ya next time, I promise."
"Fine" Anne playful rolled her eyes.
"Now can one of y'all please feed me, I beg you." 
"Oh okay, Sashy I'll make us something." Marcy stood up, "ouch!" She held her ankle in pain. 
"What's wrong Marbles?" Sasha lifted up.
"Here, let me help you." Anne put Marcy's arm around her shoulder, walking her to the bed to help her sit down.
"I think I really hurt my ankle the last time I tripped." 
"Marcy you're clumsy sober in flats —" Sasha held the bridge of her nose, "Why would you wear platforms to go out drinking?"
"I don't know. Don't be mad at me, Sashy." Marcy lowered her eyes.
Anne lifted up her chin with her pointer finger. "We're not mad Marmar, just worried."
"Speak for yourself, Boonchuy" 
"Don't worry about her." Anne waved her off.  "You know her attitude is the way she shows her love." Anne shook her head with an amused look on her face. "Let me get you some ice."  Anne rested Marcy's leg on a pillow on the bed and went to get the ice. "... and a snack for grumpy pants over there." 
"Whatever," Sasha groaned. 
Marcy waited for Anne with the ice, avoiding Sasha's disappointed eyes. They thought about her throbbing ankle as well as her aching heart. It's been another day of hanging out with Sasha and Anne. Another day of flirting, another day of taking care of each other, caring for each other, lying to each other.  The whole thing made Marcy's head hurt. 
"I really should stay mad at you —" 
"Why?" 
"...for not being more careful, Marbles." Sasha got off the bed to kneeled beside her.