Love Grows ♡ Kenjorine

Chapter 9 ♡

Marjorine's point of view ♡ 

Just as I did yesterday, I wake up to the sound of Heidi and Wendy's soft snoring.

Wow, if I could tell myself from twenty-four hours ago all that has happened since, I think she would have heart palpitations and pass out on the spot. I chuckle at the thought.

I'm glad I woke up a tiny bit earlier than the girls. I mean, I always kind of have done anyway, as I am notorious for demanding a little bit of extra time for makeup in the mornings, but this morning is different. This particular morning, Kenny McCormick wants me to ring him. I am still in complete disbelief - it feels as if I can see the world in a whole different light. Before I attack my face with foundation, I feel quite content seeing my bare complexion stare back at me in the bathroom mirror. I repeat what Kenny said to me last night in my head, I can almost hear his voice, calling me perfect just the way I am. 

I lift myself up onto the bathroom counter and find the rolling skin he gave me last night. I type in his number very carefully, making sure it's correct. My heart skips beats as I hear the phone ring. I wonder if he'd like to make plans with me today. .

I am slightly disheartened by the fact that I let it ring for a minute or so to no avail. But I'm so adamant to talk to him! Would calling him a second time make me seem desperate? No, Marjorine, stop being a pussy!

I remain cross-legged on the cold, marble tile of the counter awaiting a response. I call more times than I would like to admit, yet it's all in vain. I take a deep sigh and wonder why he's not answering. He specifically told me to phone him in the morning.  My heart drops - is it something to do with the big emotional ordeal of last night? I mean, he really saw me cry my heart out, that can't be much of a turn-on. Is it Tammy?

I get up off the counter and decide to begin my makeup to clear my head - yet it remains cluttered. Maybe he just wrote his number down wrong, or something, or maybe he just wanted to try me on. No, no, it can't be that, Christ, all we did was kiss.

Before I attempt to start work on my eyebrows, I hear a slight sniffling sound from the bedroom. I listen closely - it can't be Wendy, can it?

I dash in to the bedroom and to witness Wendy despairing, snuggled under her lilac duvet covers. She is surrounded by tissues and her pillow is covered in mascara splotches. 

"Go away, Marjorine," she groans.

I sit on the edge of her bed and stroke her head gently.

"Wend? What's wrong?"

"I bet you think I'm such an idiot," she sobs, turning her face away from me.

"Wendy?" I say. "You're the smartest person I know!"

"Yeah, right," she spurts sarcastically. "It really hurts, Marjorine. I still love Stan, and just for a second, last night we were eight years old again, lost in some dumb Starks' Pond daydream. I see him in everything, like, whenever I see an adolescent couple embracing on the street I can't help but tear up. I always find a way to mention him, and he always finds a way right back in to my heart. I'm so disgusted with myself."

"Don't be," I say, trying my best to console her. It's always such an out-of-body experience, watching someone as efficient as Wendy fall to pieces. "You're incredibly strong."

"I don't feel it," she sighs. "I try my best to be an example for you guys but the second I even smell a bottle of wine, that all goes to shit."

"You alright, Wend?" Heidi asks sleepily, gently walking in to the bedroom, before indulging in a morning stretch.

"Oh, come here, Heidi," Wendy mumbles, before making a space in her bed for Heidi to come cuddle her. "I can't thank you enough for bringing me home last night."

"Like two little angels," I think to myself. There is truly nothing more beautiful than womanhood. Boys are great but, I am so overwhelmingly lucky to have two beautiful women to share my life with.

"Has Kenny called yet, Marj?" Heidi asks as she puts her arm around Wendy.

Wendy's eyes widen. "Kenny?" she gasps. "Oh, Marj, do tell!" 

"He hasn't, no," I sigh, "I'm kind of disappointed. He made a note of asking me to specifically call him in the morning. I've tried an embarrassing amount of times and he hasn't picked up."

"Hopefully it's just a little miscommunication," Wendy comforts me, noticing my glum expression. "Even so, I invite you to wallow in your melancholy with me, if you'd like."

I slip in to bed with her as we exchange stories of our loves whilst giggling and crying simultaneously. Heidi, generously, gets up to prepare us an iced coffee each. 

"You were in his car?" Wendy exclaims, as I tell my bit. "Why do I even care about Stan? He can't even drive!"

"And he took me to this summit," I smile, reliving the precious memory. "Oh, Wend, I need to take you. Everything glistened beneath us as we bathed in each others presence, in complete solitude. Though the talk of my past made me whine like a baby, he held me in his arms, he told me that I'm the one he wants!"

"Gosh, that's so dreamy," Wendy marbles. "Surely he wants to talk to you more. There has to be a logical conclusion as to why he's not picking up."

"I hope so, it's definitely put a dampener on my morning," I sigh. "I'm still worried about that Tammy girl. I mean, she was incredibly upset with him, but whenever I brought her up, he kind of brushed it off."

"Don't mind her," Wendy rolls her eyes. "I can arrange a shit talking appointment about her with Bebe, if you'd like."

I giggle at the thought of this, imagining a pristine little Bebe in an office building called 'the shit talking centre.'

"No, I'm not sure if that's what I want to do," I say. "I don't dislike her, I don't even know her, and I can't say I blame her for having feelings for Kenny. I'm just confused."

"Mhm, he better wisen up and explain it all to you if he wants to go any further," Wendy says. "If one things for sure, I'm never ever letting you or Heidi get in to a situation similar to mine and Stan's."

I squeeze Wendy a little bit tighter. "You'll get through this, Wend," I say. What we have is so sisterly.

"Coffee coming through for Marjorine Scotch and Wendy Testaburger," Heidi smiles in a funny accent upon walking in to the bedroom. She hands us our coffees. 

"You two get ready, yeah? We're going to be late for our second day of college!"

"Oh, if I see Stan today I am positively going to vomit all over the hallway," Wendy shudders.

"We sure have a mighty concealing job on our hands regarding your neck, too, Wendy," Heidi giggles.

"Oh for fuck sake! You're right! I totally forgot," Wendy exclaims, scarlet. "Come on ladies, we have a task to do!"

The three of us wander back in to the bathroom and grasp our highest coverage concealers like weapons before ambushing Wendy's neck. Though the high octane thrills of last night are certainly something to brag about, having a (relatively) normal morning with my girls beats anything Kenny could show ever me. Wether we meet again or if our love is lost to that one faithful night, it won't change the fact I have my two best friends by my side.