The car ride to the malt shoppe was rigid and utter silence. No one really commented about the game. Not even Summer.
Until Delancey broke the silence.
"So... What are you guys going to order?" She asked.
Marina didn't even bother answering.
"I don't know, I haven't seen the menu." Summer said quietly.
The day didn't go exactly as planned as Delancey had thought. Marina was strangely quiet, but that sort of cold silence, while Summer was just bummed out that Liverpool had lost.
Delancey however, was on cloud nine. She daydreamed about a certain someone's blue eyes.
Marina hit the brakes suddenly, and rather violently, and slammed the car's horn.
A car zoomed inches past Marina's front car bumper.
Before Marina could do something, Summer's fury was ignited and punched the window switch.
"WATCH THE LIGHT, BOXHEAD!" She shrieked angrily. Delancey, startled by Summer's sudden outburst, looked at Marina, who rested her forehead on the driving wheel.
Ahh, chaos.
"Drive, Mari." Delancey acknowledged gently the brunette, placing her hand on Marina's shoulder. The instant her hand touched her shoulder, Marina snapped to life and stepped on the accelerator.
Why is she so tense? Usually football matches get her in a happy mood.... Delancey thought uneasily.
When they finally arrived at the restaurant, they picked the first table they saw without even thinking. Marina in fact was the one who chose it.
The three girls sat down and looked at the menu the waiter gave to them.
Summer instantly lit up.
"YES!" She exclaimed, with utter and complete satisfaction. A few other people even turned around.
"I am in NEED of a burger. And a milkshake, clearly." Summer boasted.
Delancey always wondered why Summer ate so much and never, ever gained a pound. Maybe it was because of the intense exercise she did.
Marina quietly eyed the menu and closed it stiffly.
"I'm not hungry." She murmured. Delancey had enough.
"What is your problem?" The redhead demanded, fairly angry. Marina pretended for a second to be surprised at her friend's outburst.
"Don't give me that bullshit. Why are you being all sulky and annoying?" Delancey snapped.
Summer hid behind the menu, chortling quietly.
It was Marina's turn to ignite. "It's not fair! You never even liked football and now you are so interested in it, right?! Or should I say, in HIM?" she accused.
Whoomp. Delancey was exposed. However, she didn't let her guard down.
"Well, so what if I do? You're not his owner." She said.
"I never said I was! It just annoys me that you suddenly like MY all time favorite player!"
"And what if I do?"
"It's not fair! You don't— even like— don't..." Marina burst into angry tears. Summer peeked from the menu and saw that things had gone too far, her amusement disappearing fully.
"Are you jealous?" Delancey queried, in a rather stuck-up way.
Marina gave her a death glare.
Summer knew it was time to intervene so she just improvised.
"HOLY COMMUNISM. IS THAT STALIN?" She yelled mindlessly, pointing at a man sitting on a table near them, who actually looked like the Soviet leader.
Marina, a sucker for history, perked up and looked at the man. Delancey silently thanked Summer but the sandy-haired girl just gave her a disappointing look. Delancey's sass always got her in some trouble.
"I see the resemblance." Marina mused, much calmer than a few seconds ago.
Not even Summer had such childlike fits.
Marina turned to her friends and slumped on the table. Even Delancey knew she'd gone too far.
"Mari... I'm very sorry." Delancey said, not quite a meaningful apology though, she believed her friend was being selfish.
Marina raised her look and gave Delancey a wary smile.
"It's okay, Del. Seems both of us have a good taste." She joked weakly. Delancey couldn't help but smile sympathetically at Marina.
There was a minute of comfortable silence until the waiter showed up. Summer was the first one to order. Delancey just ordered a milkshake and Marina, nothing actually. She really wasn't hungry.
