It's Just Platonic, Isn't It..? : Marcanne Story

Chapter 4: Deny, Deny, Deny

All the rest of the day, she was by Anne's side, comforting her after her emotional.. friendship ending.

She still couldn't stop thinking about the moment her heart fluttered when they hugged.

Marcy wanted it to happen again, now, for some reason..

She couldn't put her finger on why.

She just brushed it off as some platonic need for touch, she was pretty needy anyway.

Deny, deny, deny.

As they went back home, Marcy had to leave. She felt slightly disappointed.

She just thought that she was gonna miss Anne a little bit.

Deny, deny, deny.

She called Sasha later that day, wanting to talk to her about the breakup of Sasha's friendship with Anne.

The line caught up to the other end, and a blonde teen's tear streaked face was in the camera. She was in a hoodie, irregular attire for her. One of the sleeves was wet, probably from wiping snot and tears.

"Hey, sash.." Marcy's voice was clear with concern and sympathy, knowing the story from Anne, now she just needed Sasha's end.

"H-hey, Marce." Sasha's voice was raspy from crying and her throat felt like a thousand little needles were pricking through it. She forced a smile, though anybody could tell it was fake.

"What's wrong..?"

It was obvious what was wrong. That question didn't need to be answered, it was stupid enough that someone had asked it.

"Oh, just grieving over rejection.. it's horrible, really."

The blonde sniffles a couple times, wiping her nose with the same damp sleeve.

"Sasha, come on, you know better.. don't use your sleeve, use tissues..!" Marcy was trying to help Sasha in the slightest, but of course it probably wouldn't do a thing.

"Marcy- please don't.."

"Okay."

There was silence for a few moments, neither of them knowing what to say.

"Are you still friends..?" Marcy inquired, pain arising in her heart.

"No." Sasha spoke in a firm, cold tone, contrasting how she had just felt. She sniffled again.

"Oh..."

"...She was crying too, you know." Marcy said, wanting to bring it up since in a way, she wanted to make Sasha regret what she'd done.

"She.. she was?" Firmness had quickly changed to guilt, immediately mixed into her maelstrom of expressions. Her eyes filled with more tears.

"Yeah.." Marcy held back some satisfaction, getting the regretful reaction she wanted from Sasha.

"Oh.. oh, Anne.." Sasha sobbed softly a few times, her heart aching intensely. "I'm sorry..."

Sasha then broke into endless sobs once again.

"W-wait, Sasha-" Marcy suddenly felt her insides get lightly poked at with pity for her best friend.

Sasha hung up.

Marcy just sat there, for a few moments, wondering how Sasha got so guilty she burst into tears, again. She felt her own guilt starting to gnaw at her.

She then went to think about Anne, and what she'd possibly feel like if she told her what Sasha said and did.

How'd she'd be relieved and maybe even slightly happy that Sasha hadn't fully stopped caring about her.

She looked so cute when she was happy.

"Wait.. huh?"

Marcy asked herself why she had just thought that, and felt her face grow about half a degree warmer. She just forced herself to think it was just admiration of her best friend.

Deny, deny, deny.
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Authors note: This chapter is prob my favorite that I've made so far! Just one more before y'all gotta wait longer ;) anyway do you like itttt?... I expected that, definitely, yeah. Erm.. See ya in chapter five 😖

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