Roommates | A Sashannarcy Story |

Chapter 5 : That New Body

"Whew...!" Anne puffed out as she wiped some dripping sweat off her forehead, wiping the back of her palm off on her baggy shirt as she looked back at her friends, "I'm gonna take a break, anyone wanna join me?"

Sasha put down her box next to the box Anne sat down, "Nah, I'm good." the blonde said, putting her hands on her hips as she looked at Anne, giving her a wink as she subtly complimented, "But when I carry in twenty boxes without stopping like a certain brunette, I'll definitely join you."

"No ma'am! you take a break right now!!" Marcy argued, completely out of breath as she pushed a box into the apartment. Sasha looked back at her, asking "Why?" as she walked up to the Taiwanese girl, picking up the box for her and taking it to the other ones.

Marcy let herself sit on the floor, in comparison to the other two who just carried in more than a dozen boxes each yet was barely sweating, Marcy looked like she was just swimming, yet she barely brought up four. "Because Sash," Marcy sighed out, struggling to catch her breath as she shook her finger at the confused—or maybe concerned was the right word?—blonde, "you also just carried in like... twenty boxes, you deserve a break too!"

Sasha snickered a bit, smirking as she walked to Marcy, ruffling up her raven locks, "I'm completely fine, miss sweat McGee." she joked before booping Marcy's cute, pink, and sweat-ridden nose.

Anne playfully rolled her eyes, a smirk on her lips, "Oh just take a break Sash." Anne told her before taking off her sweaty shirt and making Sasha and Marcy—who was already blushing from how much Sasha was teasing her—blush.

"O-okay..." Sasha mumbled with flushed cheeks, trying to tear her eyes away from Anne's white sports bra, "but only a tiny one!"

Anne tossed her shirt onto the kitchen island, snickering as she said, "Oh don't worry, it's gonna be microscopic." the brunette let out another small chuckle before looking back at the very sweaty Taiwanese girl, "You joining Mar-Mar?"

Marcy immediately shook her head, stumbling up to her feet, "No way! this is my chance to get my weak drawing arms..." she lifted up her arms, flexing her non-existent muscles, "into buff drawing arms!!"

Sasha pouted, crossing her arms as she walked back next to Anne—who was leaning against the kitchen island—crossing her arms disapprovingly, "No, if I have to take a break, you do too."

But Marcy just sprinted out the door, yelling "YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE!!!" as she ran, Anne just bursted into a puddle of giggles as she did, Sasha laughing a bit with her.

"That silly girl!" Anne laughed, shaking her head lightly. Sasha snorted a bit, smiling at Anne, "Yeah..." the blonde sighed, now that Marcy was gone, she decided it was time to ask her question, she just hoped the answer would be the one she wanted. "So, um... Anne, could I ask you something?"

Anne tilted her head a bit, leaning back on her hands that sat on the island behind them, giving the blonde a joyful smile, "Yeah! what's up?"

Sasha fumbled her hands uncomfortably before sliding down to the floor, sitting with her legs out, speaking when Anne sat next to her, "I see how you look and Marcy and I..." she looked over to Anne, forcing a soft smile as she asked, "I was wondering if you have feelings for her?"

Anne immediately blushed, looking at the blonde with a completely shocked face, "W-what?!?!" she squeaked out before blowing a raspberry, rolling her eyes with flustered cheeks, "Nope! totally not! I don't even know what you're talking about! feelings? for Marcy?? I definitely don't have those!!"

Sasha snorted, pulling up her knee and leaning her head on it, "You were never good at lying. Besides, I'm a therapist—even if you could lie without being extremely obvious—I can read you like an open book."