Another OneRepublic stolen title.
THIRD PERSON POV- MARCY AND ANNE
They sat down in silence for a while.
"You know we need to go back home, right?" Marcy asked.
"I know... I'm not quite ready to go yet." Anne looked down.
"The box has very limited time for us to move. Judging by what Andrias said, we only have..."
Marcy's face slipped under a shocked expression.
"Three... Three days."
"WHAT!?" Anne shrieked in a panic.
"We can find a way to do this!" Marcy said frantically, trying to comfort her.
Anne put her face in her palms. "This can't be happening, no, no, nooo- Wake up Anne!"
"I'm sorry..." Marcy trailed off.
"It's not your fault! Just... three days with the Plantars? Three days in Wartwood?"
Anne leaned against her. Marcy tapped her shoulder, trying to comfort her.
"I'm gonna miss them, Marcy." She weeped into her shoulder.
"Me too."
"So you want your jumper? I know that helps you." Marcy offered.
"Thanks." She said, taking the yellow jacket.
Marcy nodded as she quickly put it on.
Marcy noticed a patch on it, of pink, blue and white felt.
It was specifically in the order of the transgender flag.
Marcy couldn't help but notice it and point it out.
"You're coming out?" She blurted.
Anne smiled. "Yeah, trying to. Some he/him mixups, but we're getting there."
"Glad you noticed!" She continued, tracing the stitched on flag.
"I'm proud of you." Marcy said.
Anne blushed. "It's nothing!"
"It's everything! You're an amazing girl!" She continued, leaning further to her.
"You hear that? GIRL!" Mary inched her closer.
Jill chanted something like "GAY AND TRANS! I NEED TO TALK TO HER LATER!"
Anne laughed. "Thanks."
"For what?"
"Y'know, not leaving or anything when you found out all those years ago?" Anne kept on going, their faces barely apart.
"Why would I leave you? We're closer than before now, heck, we're dating!" Marcy laughed, lacing their fingers together gently.
"I dunno..." Anne shrugged.
Marcy cupped her cheek. "I'll never leave you, Anne."
"A bit cheesy, hey?" Anne joked.
"That's not the point!" Marcy laughed.
She looked down at Anne's lips, then back at her, for some silent sign of approval.
Anne nodded, letting Marcy close the small gap between them.
There were no second thoughts for the brunette, all she knew was that she was kissing back.
The kiss was gentle and full of love, moving slowly as if they were dancing on light clouds.
Anne leaned closer in, letting all her previous worries fade. Not completely, but it was nice.
Anne held Marcy's cheek, feeling it grow warm.
They reluctantly separated for air, Marcy taking a quick gaze into her sky blue eyes.
A quick minute of silence passed before she broke it.
"Now, c'mon, let's see how we're going to spend today." Marcy stammered out nervously before Anne noticed.
"We have to tell them first, Marcy." Anne grabbed her hand.
Marcy nodded. "Yeah."
The door creaked as the Plantars, Sasha, Jill and Hoyne stepped downstairs.
"Tell us what?"
Anne gulped.
(A/N) STILL GOT A LOT TO GO! Maybe more evil cliffhangers.
(Word count: 525)
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THE CORE- A MARCANNE FIC
FanfictionSasha makes plans to defeat the Core with a permanent solution, not realizing that a lot of her suggestions include meaningless violence. But Anne has a different trick up her sleeve.
