oh. [sashanne]

{seven}

"This is just like Violet and Maeve!" Marcy says after I tell her about my crush. She rambles for a few minutes about her favorite video game ship until she realizes she's on a FaceTime call and not making a video essay.

"Heh, sorry Sashimi. It's just that the similarities are insane!" She squeals. I notice the Vagabondia Chronicles music playing in the background. She's fucking playing it right now.

"It's okay, but I can see you're busy right now, so I should go. Later Mar-Mar!" I chuckle, and watch Marcy start playing Vagabondia Chronicles for about 30 seconds before realising I'm still there and hanging up.

I put my phone down, because Anne says 13 hours of screen time a day is "Not healthy" and I "Need to stop before you strain your sight, Sash". What does she know.

But then, as if it's a sign, as soon as I put my phone down, I get a text!

mom: Sasha Brunhilde Waybright. I need to talk to you.

My heart drops. What did I do this time? Was it the hot dog I blew up in the microwave? No, that was at Anne's house. Was it the other hot dog I blew up in the microwave? No, that was also at Anne's house. I've blown up many hot dogs in Anne's microwave.

I trudge out of my room to see my mom with her arms crossed on the couch, holding a red notebook.

Oh shit.

"I don't hate LGBT. I just don't think you're one of them." She starts, but something sparks in me. Fear? Anger? Whatever it is, I start running.

I run out the door, down the street, and all the way to Anne's house. I just kinda sit on her steps, my face buried in my hands. I look absolutely pathetic, but I don't have time to think about that.

"Oh.. oh no." Mrs. Boonchuy frowns as she opens the door. I walk into their house, uninvited, and sit on the couch. I lose control and start crying, something I'd never do if I could help it.

Anne walks down the stairs when she hears crying, and sees me sitting on her couch.

"Sash.. is this about the text you sent us?" She whispers, tucking my hair behind my ear. She wipes a few tears from my cheeks and wraps her arm around my shoulder.

"Yeah.." I sniffle, looking in Anne's eyes. A random thought pops in my head. A stupid thought. A thought I'm looking back on in embarrassment.

I kissed her again.

This time I had no plans on pulling away in the first place.