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dear harley quinn,
i hate how other boys stare at you
love your flynn rider
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"lee flynn i swear to everything holy if you touch me one more time i will kill you," marley screeched as she attempted to put on makeup in the rear view mirror of lee's car.
marley was normally a pretty happy person. she was only ever angry when she was hungry, tired or messed with. and during that moment marley was hungry, tired, and being messed with.
lee kept pushing her arm every time she reached up to brush the makeup over her lashes. he laughed as she grew angry and she proceeded to scowl at him. the rear view mirror was tilted towards him and when she needed to see she just propped herself onto the center console. she was in perfect reaching distance of elbowing him in his annoyingly cute face.
"calm down sweetheart," lee teased her. "you don't even need makeup."
marley sighed and slammed the tube of mascara onto her leg. she tried to hide her grin at his complement and bit her tongue so hard she thought it was gonna bleed. her cheeks were dusted pink and she was so close to just grabbing him by the face and kissing him hard. she decided against it though because he was driving and she didn't want to crash.
the car ride was silent until they reached elle's house. they waited a few minutes for the girl to come out of the house and the atmosphere almost felt awkward.
the sound of elle's front door caught the pairs attention.
"oh my god," marley whispered looking at the skirt that rode up elle's thighs. "are you trying to turn me gay or something evans?"
elle laughed. "yeah something like that."
"don't put these fantasies in my head ladies," lee said, surprised that his prude of a best friend chose to wear something so revealing. "why are you wearing your seventh grade skirt?"
"my other pants ripped lee," elle grumbled throwing her bag into the back of the car.
"what about your backups?" lee and marley both asked.
"they're at the cleaners."
"what about your backup-backups?"
"these are my backup-backups!" elle exclaimed in frustration. "just drive lee. i don't want to talk about it any longer."
"no way," marley got out of the car. "you can wear my pants. i'll wear my volleyball uniform."
