Valentine Surprise [Marcia × Cherry].

68 8 11
                                    

( Late but great, here's something new for the big, bad, sappy-dappy V-Day. The song doesn't really have anything to do with the chapter, it's just rlly pretty, 'ya feel? )

{ ♡ ♡ ♡ }

"I wonder who he is," Marica gushed, a giddy grin on her features as she held the note tightly between her fingertips. Cherry closed her eyes firmly, as to not roll them, before biting her tongue and flashing her best friend the biggest smile she could. A not-so-believable shrug followed.

"I dunno, he sounds pretty girlie. You might wanna start looking in the locker rooms." The redhead was only half-teasing; she knew very well who the secret Valentine card was from. The brunette at her side scoffed, then broke into a fit of small giggles, as if the possibility that her admirer was female was completely out of the question. Cherry ignored this, twirling around to open the top cabinet. "Hot cocoa or instant mocha?"

"Instant mocha." Marcia responded, though it was clear in her tone that she was sidetracked. Silently, the ginger stood on her tippy-toes, grabbing down both mixtures before setting them on the counter and busying herself with the preparations. Normally, she would've taunted her about her drink of choice, but not today. "You really think it could be a girl?" She inquired absentmindedly. Cherry nodded, an "mhm" leaving her lips, though nothing more. She wanted to seem unphased.

After making their beverages, she slid the mug of instant coffee over to Marcia, palming her own cup of hot cocoa and sipping it carefully. She peeked over at the brunette from her Snowman mug; it was an old one from Christmas, and she had about a million hidden away in the cabinet, but even in Febuary she used them for almost everything.

As though the possibility was finally making sense in her mind, Marcia's brown eyes finally flickered up to meet her best friend's bright green ones. "Who do you think she is?"

"Um-" Her heart sped up, the glass in her hand suddenly way too hot to be holding. Was the heater on? Why were her palms sweating? "I don't know, Marsh, that's not really my department."

"Come on, Sher..." She bit her lower lip hopefully. "Please help me find the special girl?"

She's right in front of you! Cherry wanted to shout, but instead, she resorted to giving her a reluctant nod. "Okay. I'll see what I can find out." A loud squeal erupted from the female that sat, but now excitedly jumped to her feet, at her kitchen counter. She wrapped her arms around her frame tightly, too tight for the redhead to squeeze out of, and repeated a string of thankyouthankyouthankyou's. "Don't thank me yet..." The sixteen year old mumbled, anxious about the whole situation.

"You're the best."

"So they tell me," Cherry responded, jokingly tossing her hair over her shoulder and letting out a laugh - one she hoped didn't sound too uneasy.

{ ♡ ♡ ♡ }

Two hours later, the ginger was alone, fiddling with her hands and pacing back and forth in her living room. She bit down on her thumb nail, an audible sigh leaving her lips soon after. She slipped her phone out of her back pocket, unlocking it before clicking on the text message icon. She tapped Marcia's name, her mind already racing with what she'd say. Finally, she settled upon:

Found your mystery girl. Meet me at my place in ten.

As expected, she got a response moments later. It was filled with exclamation points and smiley emoticons. She turned off her backlight, slipping the cellular device back into her pocket and letting her fingers comb through her hair as a gentle way of persuasion. She could do this. She could totally do this.

But what if Marcia hated her forever? What if she no longer trusted her, because she hadn't been honest about the note to begin with? The worries nearly had her ready to point a finger at a random classmate instead, but she knew that wouldn't make things any better anyway. The door bell rang, snapping her out of her thoughts.

This was it. Oh, God, this was it.

As soon as she opened the door, Marcia rushed in. "So, who is it? Do we have any classes with her? Is she nice? Pretty? Straight? Gay? Bi? What?"

"Slow down..." Cherry whispered, shutting the door and leaning on it slightly for support. She felt dizzy. "I -- she... um, you know her."

"Who? Wait, hey, are you okay? Is she-"

"She's me."

"You... wha?" Marcia responded, laughing a bit in disbelief and confusion.

"I wrote it."

"So it as you, this whole time..."

"Yeah-"

"Why would you do that? Why would you play with my emotions? You had me thinking this was real, that-that there was someone who thought these things, you had me--"

"Stop." Cherry ran a hand over her face, the tears already forming in her eyes. "Stop, before you say anything else. I didn't mean to--"

"What? You didn't mean to write it? That's crass, fucking crass."

"No, I didn't mean to... to make you... I don't know, I-I'm sorry." Cherry sounded much smaller than she had before, ashamed almost.

"Cherry, just because no one else sent me a Valentine didn't mean that you had to--" She cut her off, her lips meeting the brunette's desperately. Silence filled the room when she pulled away, panic engulfing her at the fact that she hadn't kissed back. Sure, it was abrupt, but didn't everyone always kiss back in the love stories all the girls at their school were so crazy about? Wasn't that what was supposed to happen? "You meant it." It wasn't a question, but Cherry nodded anyway, the tears slipping and making a long, painful trek down her cheek.

"I'm sorry--" Her voice was throaty and filled with regret. She wish she could erase all of her feelings. That'd make everything better.

But as Marcia tugged her closer, she was sure that feelings were the absolute only thing she needed right now. Feelings and Marcia. "It was you." She mumbled, pulling her onto the couch and wrapping her arms around her comfortably.

"Surprise..." They were quiet, breathing in sync and tangled up in one another's warmth.

"H-hey, Sher?"

"Hm?"

"Can you... can you try kissing me again?" The question took her off guard, but hesitantly, she met her eyes, letting them flicker to her lips before cautiously leaning forward and allowing the distance between them to close once more. This time, she kissed back.

Her stomach did a flop as Marcia's hand rested on her cheek to pull her even closer, eyes shutting in an attempt to savor every last second of this miniscule, particular moment of bliss.

Maybe Valentine's day didn't suck so much after all.

{ ♡ ♡ ♡ }

A/N: I had no motivation to write this, but it's chill lmao.

「firefly」 |  The OutsidersWhere stories live. Discover now